Falling Under by Lisa Renee Jones
FALLING UNDER by Lisa Renee Jones
JANUARY 23, 2018
ABOUT
A new sexy standalone from Lisa Renee Jones…
Ex-special forces, Jacob King, is a man who keeps to himself, having learned the hard way that letting
people close to you, trusting them, might just get you killed. A lesson he learned when members of his
Special Ops team turned dirty, while others, men he considered friends, died. He made them pay. He
made them hurt. He put them in jail. And so he doesn't trust anyone anymore. He keeps his women hot
and fast, his friends few to none, and his clients through the elite Walker Security at a professional
distance, but safe.
It works for him. Until it doesn't.
His newest job should be simple and cut and dry. Jewel Carpenter, the daughter of the CEO of Carpenter
It works for him. Until it doesn't.
His newest job should be simple and cut and dry. Jewel Carpenter, the daughter of the CEO of Carpenter
Enterprises, is receiving death threats. He's to protect her and find out who is issuing the treats.
Simple. Cut and Dry.
Until it's not.
Until the chemistry between he and Jewel is all about love, hate, and sex. But even as he fights the
Simple. Cut and Dry.
Until it's not.
Until the chemistry between he and Jewel is all about love, hate, and sex. But even as he fights the
attraction to Jewel and discovers there is more to her than meets the eye, the real threat comes not from
the threats she's receiving, but the connection she has to him. Because his past has come full circle,
and those men he's made pay for their sins now want him to pay. And what better way than the woman in
his bed?
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Oh
My Gosh, yes! 2018 is bringing out some amazing books by so many author
and pulled Under is simply no exception. Honestly believe that unless a
book was or has a dark theme I'd have troubles sticking to the
storyline, Lisa Renee Jones blew that right out the window with this
book. I mean, i read it everywhere i could - out shopping, at
restaurants, in bed, in baths, during supper. It was that good.
It
made me laugh. It made me hate controlling and abusive men, and it sure
helped me fall in love with arrogant men with hero complexes and the
women who bring them to their knees. I couldn't get enough of this book
and really can't wait for the next book to find out whose story we're
getting next!.
~oOo~
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
2018has
brought so much excitement when it comes to books for me. Among the
authors i've read so far and even in the past, Lisa Renee Jones is just
that author that keeps delivering each and every time that she publishes
a book. She's become one of the very few authors that i'll
automatically one click to get my hands on her books, sight unseen. No
matter how many books she writes, or series she creates, they're all
different from one another, and at the same time, if you look deep
enough, there's a link between each of them somehow.
With
her latest release, Falling Under, brings us right back to Jacob, whom
we've seen a few times so far, but the quiet, hulking (and stalkerish
according to Jewel) man was always such a mystery. I loved getting to
know him. To finally get to know what's in his mind. To get to meet his
demons and compare them to the others and maybe to a few of my own. Most
of all, i loved getting back to the Walker Security and the family that
keeps growing. Every time that i get a new story, it's the kind that
drags me down and makes me pay attention.
One
thing is for sure, i look forward to finding out what else this author
has in store for her readers and i'm curious to find out if we get to
have the rest of the Walker crew's stories as well!
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EXCERPT
“Just to be clear,” he says, his voice low and rough. “I’m breaking every rule I own with you. I don’t fuck
women I’m protecting.”
“You could hand me over to someone else,” I suggest, “and it won’t matter.”
“Not a chance in hell,” he says, his hand sliding under my hair to cup my neck. “We’ll break the rules
“You could hand me over to someone else,” I suggest, “and it won’t matter.”
“Not a chance in hell,” he says, his hand sliding under my hair to cup my neck. “We’ll break the rules
together.”
“I’m not sure I like how you do ‘together’.”
“I’ll make sure you do,” he promises, his lips slanting over mine, and this time he kisses me like he owns
“I’m not sure I like how you do ‘together’.”
“I’ll make sure you do,” he promises, his lips slanting over mine, and this time he kisses me like he owns
me, like he wants to control me, and like I really am his, like I belong to him, and in this very moment, I
can honestly say
I am. I want him, and I can’t get enough of him.
And how can it ever be enough when he’s this damn impossibly hot, and he’s such a damn good kisser.
I am. I want him, and I can’t get enough of him.
And how can it ever be enough when he’s this damn impossibly hot, and he’s such a damn good kisser.
The way he makes me want his mouth on every part of me and the way he makes me want my mouth on
every part of him. And so, there it is. I’m his, but I’m going to make damn sure he’s mine, too. I kiss him
back as passionately as he’s kissing me. I meet him stroke for stroke, arching into him, telling him I am
here and present, and I’m not even close to afraid of him or of this. He doesn’t get to control me. He isn’t
making me do this. I control me, and I choose him and this.
Arching into him, his shoulder holster and mine are in the way, and I want them gone. I want him
Arching into him, his shoulder holster and mine are in the way, and I want them gone. I want him
naked. Just to be certain that he knows that’s where I want this to go, my hand presses between us
and I stroke the hard line of his shaft. He groans low in his throat, a sexy rough sound that tells me he
gets the point. This isn’t his show. It’s ours. It’s us together, or there is no show, with or without our clothes on.
His reaction is to tear his mouth from mine, his lips lingering there though, as if he wants to kiss me
His reaction is to tear his mouth from mine, his lips lingering there though, as if he wants to kiss me
again, and just when I would kiss him again, he leans away just enough to shrug out of his jacket. I take
one step backward, and do the same with my blazer. I reach down and pull off my boots and he does the
same. Next, we disconnect our shoulder holsters, and the truth is, it’s the first time I’ve ever been with a
man who is probably more armed than me. That feels significant when it perhaps is not. He’s not a cop.
He’s not that kind of career complication. He’s a Green-fucking-Beret, and one hell of a hot one, for that
matter.
He sets his weapon on the couch and snags my hand, walking me toward him and taking my holster
He sets his weapon on the couch and snags my hand, walking me toward him and taking my holster
and weapon as he does. “Just making sure you don’t end up shooting me before this is over,” he says,
setting it with his before shackling my hip.
“I told you I’ll wait until after the orgasms.”
“Careful,” he says, a hint of a smile on his lips again. “I might hold that orgasm and you captive.”
“You can try,” I say, but my head isn’t in the game in this moment, and somehow my hand is on his face,
“I told you I’ll wait until after the orgasms.”
“Careful,” he says, a hint of a smile on his lips again. “I might hold that orgasm and you captive.”
“You can try,” I say, but my head isn’t in the game in this moment, and somehow my hand is on his face,
right by the almost smile, that seems to have complicated what should be sex, an escape, a way to pull
back the emotions that umbrella stirred in me. That smile reminds me that Mr. Robot is his wall, his way
to cope with death, with whatever makes him protect Jesse Marks.
He captures my hand. “What are you thinking?”
“That you have on too many clothes,” I say, before I let this go someplace emotional, somewhere that two
He captures my hand. “What are you thinking?”
“That you have on too many clothes,” I say, before I let this go someplace emotional, somewhere that two
people like us never want to go.
My hands press under his shirt, but he doesn’t immediately give me what I want. He studies me for several
My hands press under his shirt, but he doesn’t immediately give me what I want. He studies me for several
beats and then kisses me hard and fast. Too fast, but I get over it when he pulls his shirt off. He cups my
face and kisses me, his hand sliding up my shirt, his touch fire that has me helping him pull my shirt over
my head. Letting him drag me to him where he now sits on the couch. I straddle him, my bra somehow
gone by the time I’m there. But my hands press to his shoulders, and I hold him at bay. “I will still arrest
you if I need to,” I promise. “This doesn’t change that.”
“You aren’t going to arrest me any more than you hate me.” He glances down at my chest, his gaze a hot
“You aren’t going to arrest me any more than you hate me.” He glances down at my chest, his gaze a hot
caress as it rakes over my breasts, my nipples, before his eyes meet mine. “Because you know I’m
protecting you.”
I ignore the ache between my thighs. Or I try. “From what? The slayer or the Jesse Marks damage patrol?”
I ignore the ache between my thighs. Or I try. “From what? The slayer or the Jesse Marks damage patrol?”
His hand slides between my shoulder blades and he molds my chest to his. “Do you really want to talk
about Jesse Marks right now? Because if you ask me questions, I’m going to ask you questions when I’d
much rather be inside you, giving you as many reasons as I can not to arrest me. But you pick.
Conversation or fucking.”
“Both,” I say, because it’s the truth. I want answers and I want the conversation my emotions are having in
“Both,” I say, because it’s the truth. I want answers and I want the conversation my emotions are having in
my head to shut up. “Fucking first.” I push away from him and stand up, unbuttoning my pants, sliding
them down my hips, and he watches me with that unreadable, robot expression that is admittedly sexy as
hell. I press my lips to his and that’s all it takes.
We are crazy, hot, kissing, his hands on my breasts, my nipples, my neck. I can’t touch him enough. I
We are crazy, hot, kissing, his hands on my breasts, my nipples, my neck. I can’t touch him enough. I
can’t feel him enough, can’t get close enough, and that’s new to me. I don’t need anyone the way I feel I
need this man. I don’t want to need anyone this much, but it’s too late. At least, right here, right now, I do.
He rolls us to our sides, facing one another, the wide cushion of the couch more than holding us and the
next kiss isn’t fast and frenzied. It’s long, drugging, and somewhere in the midst of his tongue stroking my
tongue, I end up on my back with the heavy weight of him on top of me...
OTHER BOOKS IN THE SERIES
Check out books one and two in the WALKER SECURITY series: Deep Under and Pulled
Under are both available now and FREE in the KINDLEUNLIMITED PROGRAM! All three
books in the series are standalones.
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