Denial by Lisa Renee Jones
Published by Gallery Books on November 24, 2015
Genres: Adult Fiction, Contemporary Romance, Dark, Mystery, Romance, Thriller
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From New York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones, the first book in the CARELESS WHISPERS series.
Please note: This is the standalone spinoff of the INSIDE OUT series. New readers can enjoy this without reading INSIDE OUT but those who love INSIDE OUT will FINALLY find out what happened to Ella!
Ella Ferguson awakes alone in Italy, unsure of who she is, and a gorgeous man has claimed her as his own. He's tall, dark, and sexy, with money and power, the kind of man who makes a girl want to be possessed. And he does possess her, whispering wicked wonderful promises to her, stealing her trust and her heart. Soon though, the past finds her, yanking her from a cocoon of passion and safety. Everything is not how it seems. The truth will shatter her world, but it can set her free, if it doesn't destroy her first.
Denial by Lisa Renee Jones was my first by this author. I knew going in it was a spinoff of the hugely popular Inside Out series. That being said I was super excited to finally sit down with a Lisa Renee Jones book. To my surprise…it was just okay. Just okay bothers me more than hating or loving a book. At least then I can definitively say this is exactly what I did and did not like.
When Ella wakes up not knowing who she is or where she is and only sees a beautiful blue eyed man; I was like hell to the yea! When Ella realizes she’s in Italy, has amnesia, and the hottie by her beside plans to stick around; I was bouncing in my seat. I’m a sucker for books with a thriller vibe, especially set in a foreign locale. I absolutely love Italy so bonus for me!
Unfortunately for me, the story just didn’t take flight. Even the scary moments just didn’t feel scary. I’ve never had amnesia and I’m the first to say that fiction is fiction. An author can do whatever they want. It’s their book after all. I have mad respect for authors. But when I can’t connect to the characters or their actions and I can’t connect to a plot, it’s kind of hard to fall in love. I always want to fall in love. I am intrigued by where the story is going. I just needed more and it felt like I didn’t get anywhere near enough information. I was more interested in Adriel and his sister than what happened to Ella and whether or not she knew Kayden before. That’s when I realized that the story was just okay for me. The story ends with a cliffhanger and I actually appreciated the betrayal, the confusion that Ella was feeling.
I’ve seen many readers loving this story already and I know there will be many more. I feel like everyone loves it but me and that’s okay. It really is. Keep reading friends!
*A copy of this book was kindly provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review*
I couldn’t sleep. I meant to go to the kitchen and then I ended up here because I wanted . . .” His reaction cuts like his anger. “Just never mind.” I try to move around him but his hands press to the wall beside me, caging me, and now I’m angry. “Are we doing this again? Don’t bully me. My stupid flashbacks are doing a fine job of that on their own. I said I’m sorry. Just let me go back to my room.”
“You wanted what?”
“I wanted you to do what you swore you could,” I blurt, having nothing to lose when everything is already gone.
“Only I don’t want you to fuck me until I can’t remember my name. I want you to fuck me until I stop thinking about that man and the gun. Because you were right. Memories are the enemies that never die. But I know you don’t want—”
His hand slides under my hair and he drags me to him, my hand flattening on the hard wall of his chest. “I do want. So fucking bad it’s killing me.”
My palm is directly over his heart, and I can feel it racing, the air around us crackling with barely contained passion. “I don’t need a hero to save my virtue tonight. I need you. So please. Fuck me and then fuck with my head so no one else can. Let me choose my own sins.”
He is stone, unmoving, his body steel, his expression unreadable, the sexual tension crackling between us. “You want sin, sweetheart,” he says. “I’ll give you sin.” His mouth closes down on mine, his tongue licking into my mouth, wicked with demand, and I can taste his hunger, his need. A deep, aching need I want to fill.