Being Me by Lisa Renee Jones (English) Paperback Book

Description: Being Me by Lisa Renee Jones Synopsis coming soon....... FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description Fascinated by the dark fantasies in the journals shes discovered, and the two men who have now found a place in her life, Sara McMillan finds herself torn between her new life and her past. Now, more than ever, Sara identifies with the missing journal writer, Rebecca, and is certain that something sinister has happened.In the arms of the sexy, tormented artist Chris Merit, Sara seeks answers about Rebecca and ends up discovering things about herself she never knew existed. Chris forces Sara to reconsider who she is and what she truly wants from life, but his dark desires threaten to tear them apart. Her boss, Mark Compton, offers her the shelter to understand just what those needs mean to her, and what they might have meant to Rebecca—but can she trust him to lead her to a final conclusion to Rebeccas story? Author Biography An award-winning New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author, Lisa Renee Jones has published more than forty novels spanning many romance genres: contemporary, romantic suspense, dark paranormal, and erotic fiction. In each book the hero is dark, dangerous, and sexy. You can find Lisa on Twitter @LisaReneeJones, Facebook.com/AuthorLisaReneeJones, and her blog LisaReneeJones.com for regular updates. Excerpt from Book Being Me One I am suffocating in a tunnel of complete, utter darkness created by the unexpected power outage in the storage unit Ive been digging through in hopes of finding clues to Rebeccas whereabouts. I have been thrust into the middle of a dreaded horror movie, the kind I hate watching, and I instantly picture myself as the girl who makes all the wrong moves and ends up bloody and lifeless. I, Sara McMillan, am a logical person, and I tell myself to reject my fear as irrational. This is simply one of the random power outages San Francisco has experienced in the past few months, and a mouse at my feet is the worst of my worries. But then, isnt that what the girl who gets killed in the horror movie always thinks, too? Its just a power outage. Its just a mouse. I was stupid to come here alone at night as it is and I try not to be stupid. I knew from a prior encounter that the attendant of this place was creepy but I dismissed him as a concern. Id just been too darn desperate to feel I was doing something to find Rebecca, and desperate to take my mind off Chriss silence since our text exchange this morning, when Id confessed to missing him. I fear his trip out of town for a charity event has given him time to decide he doesnt miss me. After all, hed dared to show me one of his darkest secrets the night before and Id done exactly what hed said I would, and Id sworn I wouldnt, by pushing him away. Running away, I add silently, thinking of the words Chris had used quite often to predict my behavior. Another popping sound permeates the eerie silence and I am officially freaking out about more than Chriss silence. My mind struggles to identify the sound, with no results. Oh yes, indeed, I am so flipping stupid for coming here alone. And while I like to think Im not stupid often, tonight proves that when I am, I do it in a big way. I dont dare move, let alone breathe, yet I can hear low, raspy pants and I know they are mine. I will myself to silence but it doesnt work. My chest is tight, and air becomes harder to draw into my lungs. I need air. I need it desperately. Im hyperventilating, I think. Yes. Thats it. I remember this same, almost out-of-body sensation, from the moment a doctor exited my mothers hospital room five years ago and told me she was dead. Even knowing what is happening to me, I continue the damnable shallow gasps certain to give away my location. I do not understand how I can know what is happening to me and still not be capable of controlling it. Somehow, I am standing and I dont remember standing. Papers fall from my hands that I dont remember holding. Panic rises inside me and tells me to scream and run. So right and real is this "fight or flight" sensation that I take a step forward, but another popping sound freezes me in place. My gaze jerks to the door, where I see nothing but more darkness. Nothing but this deep, black hole threatening to gobble me up. Another pop. What is that sound? Another noise-a shuffle of a foot, I think-sounds closer to the doorway. Adrenaline races through me, and I dont consciously think, I just act. I launch myself across the room, in a direction I think is free of obstacles. Door, door, door! I need the door. Where is the damn door? My fingers find empty space and more empty space until, finally, I hit cold steel and relief washes over me as I slam the door shut. I hold my palms against the surface. Now what? Now what?! Lock the door. But I cant. Reality hits hard. The lock is outside and-oh, God-whoever is outside could lock me inside. Or . . . what if the person I sensed in the hallway had made it inside with me before I shut the door? I whirl around at the terrifying thought and flatten myself against the door. I remember my phone in my jacket pocket and dig for it. I cant see anything. I clearly cannot even think straight. How had I not thought of my phone before now? I grab it but it slips from my hand and drops to the ground. Frantically, I fall to my knees on the ground to scrabble for it, relieved when my hand closes around the slick plastic, but I struggle without success to get the lock button off. As I dart to my feet, afraid Ill be slashed to death while trying to dial-and this time nothing is stopping my escape. Running might be another stupid move, but at this point not running feels pretty darn stupid, too. I yank the door open and more darkness greets me, but I dont care. I run and pray that I dont charge into whoever is inside with me or trip over my own feet in the black hole that is everything around me. I just want out. Out. Out. Out. It is all I can think of. Its what drives me forward in the direct line to the exit. I am an explosion of fear and adrenaline that has dissolved the logic Id had moments before. I search for the exit, for light, but the exterior door that had been open is closed, and I hit it with a force that rattles my teeth. The iron taste of blood spills into my mouth where my teeth have ground into my tongue, but I dont let it shake my resolve to escape in one piece. I feel for the handle and let out a breath of relief when it gives and the door opens. Within a split second I am out of the building, the dim streetlights and cold San Francisco night air a welcome escape from the suffocating darkness of the building as I bolt for my car. My muscles flex and burn as I fear someone is at my back but I do not dare waste precious seconds to confirm or deny this possibility. The delicate skin of my palm is pinched between my keys where I have squeezed the metal into the flesh, and I struggle to find the electronic clicker to unlock my car door. Time seems to stand still as I fight the urge to look behind me again and, instead, I tug the door open. Certain someone is about to grab me from behind, I throw myself into my seat and yank the handle, sealing myself inside and clicking the locks into place. Frantically I look out my window and see no one, but I expect shattered glass any second. My hands shake with such fierceness I have to steady one with the other to get the key in the ignition. The instant its in, I start the engine and throw the vehicle into reverse. Tires squeal and my heart thunders. I shift the gear into drive and instantly stomp on the brake, jerking myself forward with the impact. The sound of my heavy breathing fills the eerily silent car as I stare at the open door of the building and see nothing spectacular or scary. Its just . . . there. And Im here and no one else seems to be around. It doesnt matter. The longer I sit here the more I feel exposed, vulnerable, a target. My foot hits the gas. I need out of this parking lot and I need out now. Im barely on the side street leading to the highway, my hands clutching the steering wheel, when it hits me: the storage unit is unlocked. Ive left it open and Im driving away. I cut the car into a gas station and park beside the building. I just sit. It could be a minute, or two or ten. I cant be sure. I cant seem to form coherent thoughts. I let my head fall to the steering wheel and try to focus. The storage unit. Rebeccas secrets, her life. Her death. My head jerks up. No. Shes not dead. Shes not dead . . . and yet, I know in my gut there is a secret about her in that storage unit that someone doesnt want me or anyone else to discover. "I have to go back and lock the unit," I whisper. I could call the police to meet me. They wont arrest me for being afraid of the dark. They might laugh, they might be irritated, but Ill be safe and smart this time. My cell phone rings from the seat, where I dont remember tossing it, and I jump, balling my fist between my breasts. "Good grief," I murmur, chiding myself. "Get a grip, Sara." I glance at the number. Chris. My chest burns hot with emotion. There is so much between us that is unsettled, so many reasons why we are wrong for each other. Yet, despite this or perhaps because of it, I have never needed to hear someones voice as much as I need to hear his now. "Sara," he murmurs when I answer, and my name is a soft rasp of silky male perfection that radiates through me and settles in the deep hollow of my soul only he seems to fill. "Chris." My voice cracks on his name, because damn it, my eyes are burning. How have I gone from living the past few years so unaffected by what is around me to the opposite in a matter of weeks? "I . . . I wish you were here." "I am here, baby," he says, and I think, I hope, I hear a note of his own emotion etched deep within his words. "Im at your front door. Open up." I blink in confusion. "I thought you were in L.A. for the charity event." "I was and I have to fly out again in the morning, but I had to see you. Open up and let me in." I am stunned. Ive worried all day over his silence. Feared hed shut me out, as I had him last night. "You came home just to see me?" "Yes. I came just to see you." He seems to hesitate. "Are you going to leave me outside?" More of that emotion I try not to feel erupts inside me, and the burn in my eyes threatens to become tears. He came to see me, went out of his way, to fly here from another city, even after the way Id reacted to his confession at the club last night. "Im not home." My voice is barely audible. "Im not and I want to be. Can you please come here?" "Where is here?" he asks, sounding Details ISBN147672721X Author Lisa Renee Jones Language English Year 2013 ISBN-10 147672721X ISBN-13 9781476727219 Format Paperback Edition Description Original Media Book Country of Publication United States Short Title BEING ME Series The Inside Out Series Imprint Gallery Place of Publication New York, NY Series Number 6 NZ Release Date 2013-06-20 UK Release Date 2013-06-20 AU Release Date 2013-06-10 Pages 368 Publisher Simon & Schuster Alternative 9781501124990 DEWEY 813.6 Audience General Publication Date 2013-06-20 US Release Date 2013-06-20 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:137877315;

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