Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Wrapped in Shadows by Lisa Eugene + GIVEAWAY & excerpt!!

Praise for Lisa Eugene

“Suspense filled, evocative and heart pounding.” - Book Addict Mumma

Lisa Eugene is one of my top 10 authors. She writes some wicked good mystery-suspense-erotica that I LOVE! Gah it's so good!”  - Taryn Lee’s Book Blog

"From the moment I picked it up until the very last word was read, Wrapped In Shadows held me captive- I just couldn't put it down!" - Kris Walker, Goodreads

Want to learn more about WRAPPED IN SHADOWS? Be sure to check out this exclusive interview with Lisa Eugene!


One night of shadows. One night of bliss. One night of when it all falls apart.

Katherine Regina Vandercamp has everything. Wealth. Beauty. Social standing. She’s the heiress to the Vandercamp fortune and engaged to the man of her dreams. One night it all shatters…

Finding her fiancé with another woman, she is distraught and makes a reckless decision to go with a friend to a sex club. Needing total anonymity, she has sex with a stranger in a room of total darkness, a sensuous cocoon of silky shadows. She has no idea who this man is or what he looks like. But it is in the shadows she finds solace. In the shadows she finds bliss.

She can’t forget this stranger’s touch, his taste, his scent. He infiltrates her dreams and holds her thoughts and body captive. But has she made a false assumption about her fiancé? Was he truly unfaithful? She regrets her hasty actions and is tormented by guilt. She is determined to marry the man she loves and forget her stranger.

Sinister events unfolded at the sex club. There was a gruesome murder and her stranger has been charged with the crime. Katie knows he’s innocent because she was with him at the time of the murder. She is more shocked to find that he’s not a stranger after all. What will she do? Will she reveal her horrible secret? Will she besmirch the Vandercamp name? Will she risk losing the man who has her heart to save the man who’s touched her soul?

Her life is in turmoil. All because of that one night.

A night that was wrapped in shadows...

Great. Now I was a peeping Tom.

Stop wringing your fingers!” Michelle leaned over and whispered in my ear as we followed the graceful figure down the narrow hall. I looked at my hands, realizing I’d been twisting them into knots since the cab ride, the long wait in the receiving room, and since my introduction to Ms. Carmen. Ms. Carmen was the hostess, a beautiful fine-boned woman who I surmised must be somewhere in her mid-thirties. She wore an elegant black dress and her hair was sculpted into a dainty twist. I hadn’t known what to expect, but certainly it wasn’t this opulent establishment with its French traditional décor, scattered Louis XV antiques, and fine Rembrandt reproductions.
I realized as I moved down the long hall, with the many adjoining rooms, that each room had its own unique style. Most of the doors were closed, but some rooms were open and I was able to glance inside. We passed one with a Texan theme, complete with mechanical bull in the center, and I could see plush cow-hide throws piled in one corner of the room. A man lounged in a wooden chair. He was dressed like a cowboy, complete with ten-gallon hat, denim, and cowboy boots. I couldn’t see who he was talking to, but he had an inviting smile on his face. I sidled a gaze at Michelle, and she returned a wide grin.
Giddy-up, cowgirl! Ever do it cowgirl on a mechanical bull at full speed?”
 I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the glaze of sweat on my palms. It was obvious Michelle was finding great amusement in my unease.
We’d left Eddie in a room drinking and chatting with two other friends who I’d met for the first time that night. I had sort of expected one gregarious party with scantily clad women, and ripped metal-studded stallions doing wonderfully wicked things to them. I was surprised to not have encountered a single soul except for the occasional glimpses into a room. I’d told Ms. Carmen that I didn’t want to join a group. I knew I’d be too self-conscious, and I couldn’t risk being recognized. Instead I’d opted for a “one-on-one,” as Michelle had explained. Could I really go through with this? Again, I tried not to think too deeply about this very new experience. It was bad enough my knees were wobbling loosely and I could barely manage her steps.
One good thing was my mind was so preoccupied with what was behind those doors that I hadn’t the time to contemplate Josh or my shattering heartbreak. I just felt a lingering numbness inside, like ice had coated my emotions. I saw a slightly open door and curiosity got the best of me. Lingering behind, I quickly glanced through the opening. Inside the room was a short man wearing a yellow trench coat, and I chewed my lip, thinking he reminded me of a flasher and was probably buck naked underneath. From the door, I could see a partial profile. He rubbed a hand across his chin, then turned and scanned the room. The light from the chandelier above highlighted his dark hair and boyish features. He swiveled again, but stopped suddenly, and I knew the man had sensed my presence. Turning away, I hustled down the hall, trying to catch up with the other two women. Great. Now I was a peeping Tom.

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About Lisa Eugene

Lisa Eugene began writing as a way to mentally escape from the hectic medical world where she has been a practicing nurse for over twenty years. After publishing her first novel, STRICTLY BUSINESS, she quickly learned that readers couldn't get enough of the world she created and now she lives out her wildest fantasies by writing steamy romantic suspense for her fan-favorite Washington Memorial Hospital series.

When she's not plotting her next dangerous, fast-paced, sexy adventure, you can find her juggling a full time job, playing soccer mom, or curled up reading a good romance. Lisa loves hearing from fans; be sure to connect with her on Twitter, Facebook or her website!!


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