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Forsaken (3) (The Secret Life of Amy Bensen)
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Product Description In this third book in the sexy, suspenseful “The Secret Life of Amy Bensen” series from New York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones, we meet Amy’s brother Chad—and the woman who either loves him or wants him dead . Six years ago, Chad’s hunt for a dangerous treasure turned deadly when his family home was set on fire, his parents killed. Faking his and his sister Amy’s death to protect her from further retaliation, he set her up in a new life with a friend’s help, letting her believe he’d died. But now the men who hired Chad to find the treasure have found him, imprisoning and torturing him to learn where it’s hidden. A dark-haired beauty named Gia helps him escape, promising him access to his worst enemy. And as he tries to unravel the deep secrets of the past, he starts falling for her…only to discover she’s not what she seems. Unable to trust anyone, Chad focuses on only two things: protecting his sister Amy and getting revenge. Is love even possible in the midst of heartache? From the Author The Secret Life of Amy Bensen Reading Order Escaping Reality (book #1) Infinite Possibilities (book #2) Forsaken (book #3) - Coming 8/18/15 Unbroken (book #4) - Coming 9/7/15 About the Author An award-winning New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author, Lisa Renee Jones has published more than forty novels spanning many romance genres: contemporary, romantic suspense, dark paranormal, and erotic fiction. In each book the hero is dark, dangerous, and sexy. You can find Lisa on Twitter @LisaReneeJones, Facebook.com/AuthorLisaReneeJones, and her blog LisaReneeJones.com for regular updates. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Forsaken ONE Present day . . . DRIP. DRIP. DRIP. “Fuck! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I lift my aching head that feels like it weighs a hundred pounds on my stiff neck and stare at the concrete walls of what has become my cage. Where is that fucking noise coming from? Drip. Drip. Feeling like I’m losing my mind, I tug at my hands, which are tied behind my back, the rope biting into my flesh. The chair at my back biting into my shoulders. “Fuuuuuuuck!” My head drops between my shoulders and I stare at the ground. Drip. Drip. Red dots clutter my gaze, and I focus on the red puddle beneath me. Blood. Oh, yeah. I’m bleeding. That’s why the strand of my hair hanging in my eyes is red instead of blond. The door opens with a loud grinding of metal and I squeeze my eyes shut, ready to die, hoping it’s time. If Jared did what he was supposed to do and saved Amy, it will be. She deserves to live. I do not. But I will not go out a coward. Defiantly, I lift my head, and I think I blink. My eyelids are too swollen to be sure. Considering there’s a gorgeous brunette in a slim-cut black skirt that hugs her curves in all the right places standing in front of me, maybe I’m dead already. Her creamy ivory skin and pale blue eyes are pretty angelic, so, yeah, I think I’m dead. Fuck, though—I still hurt all over, so I must have gotten what I deserve. I’m in hell, and the devil is a hot bitch playing games with me. But I could think of worse nightmares. Like my life. Drip. Drip. Or not. The dead don’t bleed, and since I sure the fuck am, I guess that means she’s not here to be my new personal assistant in hell. My happy bubble bursts, and I give my new bitch a smirk, eyeing her with a nice long inspection meant to make her feel uncomfortable, and to send me to my hell with at least a little pleasure. “Sweetheart, you’re going to need a whole lot more than stilettos and great legs to get me to talk, though I’m pretty sure I have some moans left in me. I’ll let you have a few, too.” She pulls a knife out from behind her back. “Ah,” I murmur. “You like it kinky, do ya? I guess this is where things get interesting.” “Yes, Chad,” she murmurs, her voice as sexy as her legs. “It is.” And then she and her knife move just where I want them—nice and close, the ste
