Two Together by Lisa Renee Jones (The Naked Trilogy #3)
This is kind of cheating, but I do want to include my book that’s out today: Two Together (The Naked Trilogy #3). This is the finale in my Naked Trilogy. It checks the boxes of sexy as sin alpha hero, and a strong-willed heroine, but layered in with explosive chemistry, and a family secret that could destroy their new-found love. Jax and Emma have fought for every bit of their happily ever after, but they’re watching it slip through their fingers with every new twist and turn this finale takes them on.
There’s the fab five that will get you started into the edgy world of dark romantic suspense. I would love to hear what you think if you’ve read any of these, or if you end up reading any of them on my recommendation. I promise you can’t go wrong! Be sure to tag me on social media if you pick one up (@AuthorLisaReneeJones on Facebook and @LisaReneeJones on Instagram and Twitter)
Before I leave you, I’d love to send you off with an excerpt from Two Together. Don’t worry, it won’t spoil anything, I kept it sexy for you 😊 You can binge read the entire series now: One Man (book one), One Woman (book two), and Two Together (book three).
I am hot, hard, and in need of this woman in ways that I have never needed in my life. Every time I think she’s taken all I have to give, she takes more. But so do I. I want it all with Emma. I want all of her and nothing less. And so, my kiss, my touch, my very breath, right here and now, is all about demand. I demand. She demands. I touch her. Her hands are all over me. We’re wild. We’re burning alive. I rotate her, and somehow, she crashes against the wall. “Oh hell. Sorry, baby.”
She laughs, that sweet sexy laugh of hers. “I like it rough.”
I laugh, and damn, it feels good. We’re back to us right now. Will it last? I hope like hell it does. I kiss her again, and we erupt into a frenzy of touching and tugging off clothing until we’re both naked. I sit down in the chair in the corner, dragging her on top of me. Her arms wrap around my neck, her sweet floral scent teasing my nostrils, clinging to my skin.
I caress a path up her spine, molding her closer. “I’m not letting you go,” I say. “That’s not happening.”
“Remember that,” she whispers. “Whatever happens. Remember that.” She reaches for my mouth, and I tangle my fingers in her hair, slanting my mouth over hers.
Awareness hits that she’s just spoken those words as if they preclude a bloody war, and maybe it will. Maybe it already has, but right now, it’s her and me, and the rest of the world doesn’t exist. Our lips collide, and when I kiss her this time, it’s with a clawing hunger for some unnamed something that only she can name. Revenge, satisfaction, grief, pain, happiness. All things lead back to Emma. She needs to save her brother. I didn’t save mine. My need for her is the only outlet for what I know is guilt. I didn’t save my brother.
I drag my mouth from hers, the taste of her, so damn sweet, so damn addictive, lingering on my lips. “Emma,” I whisper, biting back words about her brother I know she doesn’t want to hear, but I need to say them.
“Not now,” she whispers. “Just us right now.” Her lips press to mine.
Her tongue presses past my teeth, and when it touches mine, a whisper of a caress, I swear I feel that tease in the racing of my heart. I close my hand around her hair where it rests on her neck, kissing the hell out of her, and I admit that part of me is angry at her, not just myself. Why did she make me care this damn much? Why did she complicate my revenge? Another part of me thanks God that she did. I’m thinking too much, and I drive away any semblance of reality, savoring the sweetness of her on my tongue. The sounds, those sexy sounds she makes, radiating along my nerve endings.