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To any authors/publishers/ tour companies that are looking for the reviews that I signed up for please know this is very hard to do. I will be stopping reviews temporarily. My husband passed away February 1st and my new normal is a bit scary right now and I am unable to concentrate on a book to do justice to the book and authors. I will still do spotlight posts if you wish it is just the reviews at this time. I apologize for this, but it isn't fair to you if I signed up to do a review and haven't been able to because I can't concentrate on any books. Thank you for your understanding during this difficult time. I appreciate all of you. Kathleen Kelly April 2nd 2024

10 January 2013

Soon To Be Released!! Ready For Pre-Order




Updated Press Release:
Back in September it was announced that National Best Selling author Lisa Renee Jones sold her
indie series THE INSIDE OUT TRILOGY published only ten days on her own in a major deal to
by Simon and Schuster. Since then the highly acclaimed series has sold to seven foreign
countries, with more under negotiation, and there are some exciting new announcements
brewing.

Inspired by a real journal found in a storage unit during her eight years buying and selling units,
the series embraces the dark sensuality of Shades of Grey and the intrigue with storage units that
is Storage Wars in one spine tingling series packed with mystery and passion. And now, Lisa is
announces a five part serial connected to the trilogy to being January 28th and beginning with
Rebecca’s Lost Journals: The Seduction.
The serials offer readers an intimate look inside the journal writers life and her passions, while
also being packed with clues to the series.

Visit lisa at www.lisareneejones.com to find the pre- order links

Book one: If Were You (print release March 2011)


One day I was a high school teacher on summer break, leading a relatively uneventful but
happy life. Or so I told myself. Later, I’d question that, as I would question pretty much
everything I knew about me, my relationships, and my desires. It all began when my neighbor
thrust a key to a storage unit at me. She’d bought it to make extra money after watching
some storage auction show. Now she was on her way to the airport to elope with a man she
barely knew, and she needed me to clear out the unit before the lease expired.

Soon, I was standing inside a small room that held the intimate details of another woman’s
life, feeling uncomfortable, as if I was invading her privacy. Why had she let these items so
neatly packed, possessions that she clearly cared about deeply, be lost at an auction? Driven
to find out by some unnamed force, I began to dig, to discover this woman’s life, and yes,
read her journals—-dark, erotic journals that I had no business reading. Once I started, I
couldn’t stop. I read on obsessively, living out fantasies through her words that I’d never dare
experience on my own, compelled by the three men in her life, none of whom had names. I
read onward until the last terrifying dark entry left me certain that something had happened
to this woman. I had to find her and be sure she was okay.

Before long, I was taking her job for the summer at the art gallery, living her life, and she was
nowhere to be found. I was becoming someone I didn't know. I was becoming her.

The dark, passion it becomes…

Now, I am working at a prestigious gallery, where I have always dreamed of being, and I’ve
been delivered to the doorstep of several men, all of which I envision as one I’ve read about in
the journal. But there is one man that will call to me, that will awaken me in ways I never
believed possible. That man is the ruggedly sexy artist, Chris Merit, who wants to paint me.
He is rich and famous, and dark in ways I shouldn't find intriguing, but I do. I so do. I don’t
understand why his dark side appeals to me, but the attraction between us is rich with velvety
promises of satisfaction. Chris is dark, and so are his desires, but I cannot turn away. He is
damaged beneath his confident good looks and need for control, and in some way, I feel he
needs me. I need him.

All I know for certain is that he knows me like I don’t even know me, and he says I know him.
Still, I keep asking myself — do I know him? Did he know her, the journal writer, and where is
she? And why doesn't it seem to matter anymore? There is just him and me, and the burn for
more.

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