Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Lisa Eugene's WRAPPED IN SHADOWS (Spotlight/Giveaway)

Today we'd like to share with you a romance from Lisa Eugene, enjoy the excerpt below!

Wrapped in Shadows
by Lisa Eugene
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One night of shadows. One night of bliss. One night 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...


I took a deep breath, brushing my hands down the silky material of my dress. Michelle had loaned me a black spaghetti strap dress with a scooped neck bodice that flowed softly around
my thighs. I wondered again if I should remove it, but then thought against it. I imagined that he would be an expert at undressing women. It might be a sensual experience to have skillful fingers remove my clothing. Clinging to that thought, I allowed a fiery anticipation to simmer in my body and a thrill buzzed along my spine. I thought about some of the panty-wetting stories Michelle had told me about this place, and although I imagined they might have been somewhat embellished, I allowed my fantasy to take flight and soon a languid warmth was flowing between my thighs.
Then the lights went out and the room was thrown into total darkness. Shit!!!! I heard the breath shuttle from my lungs and tried to draw it back in. Instead, the soft rasping sound was consumed by the heavy darkness. I instinctively wanted to bolt to the door, but instead clutched the edge of the wooden chair and forced myself to calm. My gaze shifted around the room as my vision struggled to adjust to the darkness. A muffled sound caused my body to stiffen. I frowned, but hardly had time to dwell on it because the door opened and a large silhouette filled the doorway. My heart slammed against my ribs, thudding fast with pure adrenaline. The door closed suddenly and the room was again shrouded in darkness. Time grew lethargic and I held my breath. Oh, God… What the fuck was I doing? Had I lost my mind?
Deafening silence poured into the dark room as the figure stood eerily still.
“Is the darkness okay for you?” The voice was a purr that rolled over my skin, peppering it with goose bumps.
My tongue was glued to the roof of my mouth. I nodded and didn’t know how he knew, but I heard his steps draw closer. Thin moonlight filtered in through the window, defying the heavy
drapery and offering a measly shadowing of objects in the room. I could feel my eyes splay wide, eager to get a visual of the figure moving towards me, but all I could see was a large murky blur defined with generous brushstrokes. The first thing I noticed was his scent, an earthly fragrance with a subtle hint of sandalwood that seeped into my senses. It was perfect for the room. Natural. Heady. I wondered if it was part of the fabricated atmosphere.
A palm traced slowly down my cheek, and because I hadn’t expected it, I jumped back in the chair, startled. My skin still tingled from the gentle touch and I could feel my entire face heat.
I swallowed hard, my breath now panting through my parted lips.
“Relax, beautiful…” That voice again. A gravelly disembodied whisper. The sound made my nipples stretch.
I laughed lightly at his words. “How do you know I’m beautiful? It’s pitch black in here. I could be a hideous troll for all you know.”
And you could be too… I stifled the thought piggy-backing my words. Many women would consider Josh drop-dead gorgeous. And look where that had gotten me.
A deep chuckle brushed over my skin, causing the hair to stand on end.
“I know,” he whispered.
I was about to ask him how, but was distracted by the knuckles trailing along my jaw and passing slowly down my neck. He turned his hand and the pads of his fingers rested lightly on
my collar bone, the touch like an inferno on my skin. I didn’t know if it was the darkness that heightened my senses, but my skin seemed infinitely more sensitive than usual. Every stroke of his finger left an electric trail behind. He drew small circles, slowly widening the arc until they slipped beneath the neckline of the dress just above my breasts. I arched my back, suddenly
desperate for his touch to go lower. My breasts throbbed, heavy with longing, and my nipples twisted to painfully taut bullets. He pulled his hand away with another soft chuckle, and my tense
muscles thawed with disappointment.
“Soon, beautiful…”
I sucked in a breath, surprised at the need quickly replacing my anxiety. My vagina sang happily, saying, ‘even if you leave,I’m staying.’ It didn’t have to worry. I wasn’t going anywhere. I
rose slightly in the chair when I felt him drawing up my dress, and my arms automatically lifted so he could pull it over my head. I frowned, almost disappointed that my undressing had not been accompanied by some practiced seduction. I’d have thought these men had a routine for everything.
The fact that I was now sitting in the chair in just my panties, though, was enough to set her nerves thrumming. Cool air kissed my naked skin and I hugged my torso, covering my breasts in the dark. The figure stepped away and I heard the rustle of clothing and knew he was undressing. I tried to imagine what he might look like, then scolded myself because not knowing had been my specific stipulation. Although, I hadn’t expected this total darkness —a party mask for us both maybe—but not this. I knew he was big. That I could tell by the large contortions in the shadows. I wondered if he could be one of the men I’d seen, but the height and width of his shadow didn't fit.
“Lean back.”
I obeyed the hypnotic voice and shifted my shoulders back against the afghan. A long moment passed where all that could be heard was our mingled breathing, feathery music that filled the
dense space with anticipation. Apprehensively I chewed on my bottom lip. This time when he touched me, I didn’t jump. He was directly in front of me, leaning over slightly. His palms cupped my shoulders and brushed down my arms, warming my skin. Silently he unfolded them and drew them away from my breasts. I knew he couldn’t possibly see me through the thick darkness, but I could feel the heat of his eyes searching, probing, and gliding over my body like a caress. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling absurdly exposed.
I sensed a shift of movement and a sudden intrusion on my senses kick started my vocal cords, causing me to cry out. A long, wet stroke slowly made its way up my belly, quivering the
ambivalent muscles.

Oh, God! Was that his tongue?!

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

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 at @lisaeugene43 or at

Win some awesome prizes:
$25 Gift card and two runner-ups get a book of their choice from the Washington Memorial Hospital series.

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