Because I Can is LIVE!
The second installment in the Necklace Trilogy, BECAUSE I CAN, is available at all ebook retailers and in paperback!
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ABOUT THE SERIES
In the vein of her Inside Out series, New York Times Bestselling Author Lisa Renee Jones returns with the dark, seductive world of the Necklace Trilogy...
Allison Wright is delivered a package meant for a different Allison—a unique, expensive necklace. Determined to right the confusion, she seeks out the proper recipient, a journey that takes her to the doorstep of Tyler Hawk, a good looking, recluse billionaire who deals with fine collectibles such as the necklace. She also learns that Allison, his employee, quit her job registering and restoring his vast assortment of collectibles. Ironically, Allison is home to care for her sick mother, on leave from her job at Riptide, the world renowned auction house and her love of such things has her jumping at the opportunity. Soon, she is spending every waking moment immersed in the job the other Allison left behind.
As Allison begins diving into the job for Tyler, secrets about the other Allison begin to surface that have her concerned for her safety. And as she starts hunting for answers, her path crosses with the enigmatic famous author who has a business endeavor with her boss. Dash Black is a man who is dark and edgy, intense and yet quiet. Funny and yet somehow reserved. He draws her in, sets her pulse racing, and her body on fire. She knows there's a dangerous edge to him, but she can't seem to care. She's addicted to everything he is and she simply can't turn away, no matter what the cost. As Allison is drawn into the life and mystery of the other Allison, a mystery demands answers and passion burns hot. Allison will travel a path that leads to shocking truths and a side of herself she never knew existed.
SERIES READING ORDER
GET WHAT IF I NEVER (book one)
GET BECAUSE I CAN (book two)
PRE-ORDER WHEN I SAY YES (book three)
Print and Audio coming soon
READ AN EXCERPT
“You’re always one push from being out the door. We just did that. Are we going to do it again?”
“You’re pushing now,” I say. “That’s the point. You know you’re pushing me. Is that what you want? Because we both know whatever this is, doesn’t fit into your rule book for women.”
“The rule book was gone the minute I met you, Allie. And damn straight I’m pushing you, but not away. To be safe.”
“It feels like more.”
“Because you want it to.”
“Because it is,” I insist.
“No. You’re looking for a reason to run.”
“Oh my God, stop saying that to me, Dash. Because I’m angry at you does not mean I’m going to run or stop lo—” I catch myself before I confess way too much, before I confess my love for him. What am I doing? I try to deflect from my slip up. “Stop saying that to me.”
He reaches around me and opens the door. Before I know his intent, we’re inside the tiny bathroom meant for one, and he’s locking the door.
“We can’t be in here, Dash,” I whisper urgently. “Adrianna will be looking for us.”
“And yet, we are,” he says, his fingers tangling in my hair, tilting my gaze to his as he says, “I’m just making sure you know there’s nowhere to run. I’ll follow. That’s what you’ve done to me, Allie. That’s how much you’ve taken from me.”
“Taken?” I demand. “That’s what I’m doing?”
“Yeah, baby, but it had to be that way. And I like it. Say what you were going to say. You’re not going to stop what?”
His lips curve, his breath a warm tease on my lips. “Well just know this, Allie, I won’t stop wanting you either.”
My God, did we just tell each other we love each other in a public bathroom? “Dash,” I whisper. “Dash, what are we doing?”
“This,” he says, and his mouth closes down on mine again. And just like that, he’s kissing me with such intensity, such passion, I can only moan. I have a vague moment when I realize this is still about control. His control, not my control. The problem is I like it when he’s in control. I like his kisses. I like the way his hands feel on my body and when my skirt is at my waist, and only when my skirt is at my waist, do I jolt back to reality. I catch his wrists. “We can’t.”
“Until we do,” he says, cupping my face, kissing me again, Lord help me, his hand is between my legs, pressing under the silk of my panties.
Yolanda T Herrera
1/19/2022 12:09:11 pm
I marked to read on Goodreads, shared the link on my FB, downloaded the first 2 books from Amazon.
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