If I Were You

If I Were You

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by Lisa Renee Jones

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In the bestselling style of Fifty Shades of Grey, New York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones delivers sexy thrills and heart-pounding sensuality—in a tantalizing page-turner in which the eyes of a high school English teacher are opened to a world she never knew existed, and a passionate craving within that she never knew she…  See more details below


In the bestselling style of Fifty Shades of Grey, New York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones delivers sexy thrills and heart-pounding sensuality—in a tantalizing page-turner in which the eyes of a high school English teacher are opened to a world she never knew existed, and a passionate craving within that she never knew she possessed.

The journal comes to Sara McMillan by chance, when she unexpectedly inherits the key to an abandoned storage locker belonging to a woman named Rebecca. Sara can’t resist peeking at the entries inside…and finds a scintillating account of Rebecca’s affair with an unnamed lover, a relationship drenched in ecstasy and wrapped in dark secrets.

Obsessed with discovering Rebecca’s destiny after the entries come to an abrupt end, Sara does more than observe the players in the woman’s life; she immerses herself in the high-stakes art gallery world Rebecca inhabited—and is magnetically drawn to two men. Which one will seduce Rebecca with his masterful and commanding touch and bring her fantasies to exquisite life? On a daringly erotic escapade, Sara follows Rebecca’s path to fulfill her own hidden longings. But after she tastes the forbidden pleasures Rebecca savored, will Sara be helpless to escape the same submissive fate?

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If I Were You

  • Wednesday, March 7, 2012


    For months I’ve had dreams and nightmares about how perfectly he personifies the word. Sleep-laden, alternate realities where I can vividly smell his musky male scent, feel his hard body against mine. Taste the sweet and sensuous flavor of him—like milk chocolate with its silky demand that I indulge in one more bite. And another. So good I’d forgotten there’s a price for overindulgence. And there is a price. There is always a price. I was reminded of this life lesson on Saturday night. And I know now, no matter what he says, no matter what he does, I cannot—will not—see him again.

    It started out as any other erotic adventure with him. Unpredictable. Exciting. I barely remember where it all went wrong. How it took such a dark turn.

    He’d ordered me to undress and sit on the mattress, against the headboard, my legs spread wide for his viewing. Naked before him, open to him, I was vulnerable and quivering with need. Never in my life had I taken orders from a man; most certainly I had never thought I would quiver with anything. But I did for him.

    If Saturday night proved anything, it was that once I was with him, under his spell, he could demand anything of me, and I’d comply. He could push me to the edge, to unbelievable places I’d never thought I would go. Exactly why I can’t see him again. He makes me feel possessed, and what is so disconcerting about this feeling is that I like it. I can hardly wrap my mind around allowing such a thing, though I burn for it. But when I saw him standing at the end of the bed Saturday night, all broad and thick with sinewy muscle, his cock jutting forward, there was nothing but that need.

    He was magnificent. Really, truly the most gorgeous man I’ve ever known. Instant lust exploded inside me. I wanted to feel him close to me, to feel him touch me. To touch him. But I know now not to touch him without his permission. And I know not to beg him to let me.

    I’ve learned my lesson from past encounters. He enjoys the vulnerability of a plea far too much. Enjoys withholding his pleasures until I am nearly quaking with the burn of my body. Until I am liquid heat and tears. He likes that power over me. He likes full control. I should hate him. Sometimes, I think I love him.

    It was the blindfold that should have warned me I was headed toward a place of no return. Thinking back, I believe it did. He tossed it on the bed, a dare, and instantly a shiver chased a path up and down my spine. The idea of not being able to see what was happening to me should have aroused me—it did arouse me. But for reasons I didn’t understand at the time, it also frightened me. I was scared and I hesitated.

    This did not please him. He told me so, in that deep, rich, baritone voice that makes me quiver uncontrollably. The need to please him had been so compelling. I put on the blindfold.

    I was rewarded by the shift of the mattress. He was coming to me. Soon I knew I would come, too. His hands slid possessively up my calves, over my thighs. And damn him, stopped just before my place of need.

    What came next was a shadowy whirlwind of sensation. He pulled me to my back, flat against the mattress. I knew satisfaction was seconds away. Soon he would enter me. Soon I would have what I needed. But to my distress, he moved away.

    It was then that I was sure I’d heard the click of a lock. It jolted me to a sitting position, and I called out his name, fearful he was leaving. Certain that I’d done something wrong. Then relieved when his hand flattened on my stomach. I’d imagined the sound of the lock. I must have. But I couldn’t shake the subtle shift in the air then, the raw lust and menace consuming the room that didn’t feel like him. It was a thought easily forgotten when he settled heavy between my thighs, his strong hands lifting my arms over my head, his breath warm on my neck—his body heavy, perfect.

    Somehow, a silk tie wrapped around my wrists and my arms were tied to the bed frame. It never occurred to me that he could not have done this on his own. That he was on top of me, unable to manipulate my arms. But then, he was manipulating my body, my mind, and I was his willing victim.

    He lifted his body from mine, and I whimpered, unable to reach for him. Again silence. And the whisk of fabric. More strange sounds. Long seconds ticked by, and I remember the chill that snaked across my skin. The feeling of dread that had balled in my stomach.

    And then, the moment I know I will die remembering. The moment when the steel of a blade touched my lips. The moment that he promised there was pleasure in pain. The moment when the blade traveled along my skin with the proof he would be true to his words. And I knew then that I had been wrong. He was not dangerous. Nor was he chocolate. He was lethal, a drug, and I feared . . .

    A knock on my apartment door jolts me from the seductive words of the journal I’ve been reading to the point I darn near toss the notebook over my shoulder. Guiltily, I slam it shut and set it back on the simple oak coffee table where it had been left by my neighbor and close friend Ella Ferguson the night before. I hadn’t meant to read it. It was just . . . there. On my table. Absently, I’d opened it, and I’d been so shocked at what I found that I hadn’t believed it could really be my sweet, close friend Ella’s writing. So I’d kept reading. I couldn’t stop reading, and I don’t know why. It makes no sense. I, Sara McMillan, am a high school teacher, and I do not invade people’s privacy, nor do I enjoy this kind of reading. I’m still telling myself that as I reach the door, but I can’t ignore the burn low in my belly.

    I pause before greeting my visitor and rest my hands on my cheeks, certain they’re flaming red, hoping whoever is here will just go away. I promise myself if they do, I won’t read the journal again, but deep down, I know the temptation will be strong. Good Lord, I feel like Ella seemed to feel when living out the scene in the journal—like I am the one hanging on for one more titillating moment and then another. Clearly, twenty-eight-year-old women are not supposed to go eighteen months without sex. The worst part is that I’ve invaded the privacy of someone I care about.

    Another knock sounds, and I concede that, nope, my visitor is not going away. Inwardly, I shake myself and tug at the hem of the simple light blue dress I still wear from today’s final tenth-grade English class of the summer. I inhale and open the door to have a cool blast of San Francisco’s year-round chilly night air tease the loose strands of my long brunette hair that have fallen from the twist at my nape. Thankfully, it also cools my feverishly hot skin. What is wrong with me? How has a journal affected me this intensely?

    Without awaiting an invitation, Ella rushes past me in a whiff of vanilla-scented perfume and red bouncing curls.

    “There it is,” Ella says, snatching up her journal from the coffee table. “I thought I’d left it here when I came by last night.”

    I shut the door, certain my cheeks are flaming again with the knowledge that I now know more about Ella’s sex life than I should. I still don’t know what made me open that journal, what made me keep reading. What makes me, even now, want to read more.

    “I hadn’t noticed,” I say, wishing I could pull back the lie the instant it’s issued. I don’t like lies. I’ve known my share of people who’ve told them, and I know how damaging they can be. I really don’t like how easily this one slipped from my lips. This is Ella, after all, who in the past year as my neighbor has become my confidante, the younger sister I’d never had. Together we are the family neither of us has or, rather, neither of us wishes to claim. Uncomfortably, I ramble onward, a bad habit brought out by nerves, and guilt, apparently. “Long day of classes,” I add, “and I had piles and piles of paperwork to finish up for the summer. Lucky you got to avoid that this year, though I had some great kids I enjoyed.” I purse my lips and tell myself I’ve said enough, only to find I can’t help but continue. “I only just got home a few minutes ago.”

    “Well, thank goodness you have some time off now,” Ella says, lifting the journal. “I brought this over last night when we’d planned to watch that chick flick together. I wanted to read you a few of the entries. But then David called, and you know how that went.” Her lips tilted downward, guilt laden in her tone. “I deserted you like a very bad friend.”

    David being her hot doctor boyfriend. What David wanted from Ella, he got. Now, I know just how true that is. I study Ella a moment. With her dewy youthful skin, and dressed in faded jeans and a purple tee, she looks like one of my students rather than a twenty-five-year-old teacher herself. “I was tired anyway,” I assure her, but I’m worried she’s over her head with this man ten years her senior. “I needed to get to bed to be ready for today’s classes.”

    “Well, they’re over now and yay for that.” She indicates the journal. “And I’m so glad to get this back before my date with David tonight.” She wiggles an eyebrow. “Foreplay. David is going to love this. This thing is scorching hot.”

    I gape in utter disbelief. “You read him your journal?” I’d never have the courage to read a man such intimate personal thoughts—especially not about him. “And it’s foreplay?”

    Ella frowns. “This isn’t my journal. Remember? I told you last night. It’s from the storage units I bought at that auction at the beginning of summer.”

    “Oh,” I say, though I don’t remember Ella saying anything about the journal. In fact, had she, I’m 100 percent sure I’d remember. “That’s right. The storage auctions you’ve been attending since you got obsessed with that Storage Wars show. I still can’t believe people store their things and then default and let it go to the highest bidder.”

    “And yet they do,” Ella says. “And I’m not obsessed.”

    I arch a brow.

    “Okay, maybe I am,” she concedes, “but I’m going to make more than double what I would have teaching summer school. You should really consider going to the next auction with me. I’ve already turned around two of the three units I bought for big money.” She holds up the journal. “This came from the last unit I bought, and it’s the best yet. It has artwork I know is going to sell for big bucks. And so far I’ve found three journals that are absolutely spellbinding. My gosh, I can’t seem to stop reading them. This woman started out like you and me, and somehow got pulled into this dark passionate place that is terrifyingly exciting.”

    She’s right, and I can feel that burn in my belly as I recall the words on those pages. I can almost imagine the soft, seductive voice of the woman whispering her story to me. I try to focus on what Ella is saying, but I’m wondering about that woman instead, wondering where she is, who she is.

    “Oh my!” Ella exclaims. “You’re blushing. You read the journal, didn’t you?”

    I blanch. “What? I . . .” Suddenly, I can’t talk. I am so not myself right now, and I sink helplessly into an overstuffed brown chair across from Ella, stuck in the trap of my earlier lie. “I . . . yes. I read it.”

    Ella claims a couch cushion, narrowing her green eyes on me. “Did you think I wrote that stuff?”

    I cast her a tentative look. “Well . . .”

    “Whoa,” she says, clearly taking my reply, or rather lack of reply, as confirmation. “You thought . . .” She shakes her head. “I’m speechless. You couldn’t have read the good parts or there’s no way you would think she was me. But you’re sure blushing like you read the good parts.”

    “I read some parts that were, ah, pretty detailed.”

    She snorts. “And you assumed I wrote them.” She shakes her head again. “And here I thought you knew me. But heck, I so wish I could live up to that assessment for just one hot night. There is a mysterious eroticism to that woman’s life that’s just . . .” She shivers. “Haunting. It, she, affects me.”

    In some small way it comforts me to know she is as affected by the words on those pages as I am, and I don’t know why. What in the world do I need comfort for? It isn’t logical. Nothing about my reaction to this unknown woman is logical.

    “Once David and I finish with the journal,” Ella continues, drawing me back into the conversation, “he’s going to take pictures of a few intimate pages for potential buyers and we’re listing the journals on eBay. They’re going to bring in big money. I just know it.”

    I gape, appalled at this idea. “You can’t seriously intend on selling this woman’s personal thoughts on eBay?”

    “Heck yeah, I do,” she says. “Making money is the name of the game. Besides, for all we know, it’s fiction.”

    Her words are cold, and she surprises me. This is not the Ella I know. “We are talking about a woman’s private thoughts, Ella. Surely, you don’t want to profit off her pain.”

    Her brows dip. “What pain? It sounds like all pleasure to me.”

    “She lost everything she owns at auction. That isn’t pleasure.”

    “I’m guessing her rich man flew her off to some exotic location and she is living life in a grand way.” Her voice turns somber. “I have to think like that to do this, Sara. Please don’t make me feel guilty. This is money I need, and if I didn’t do this, some other buyer would have.”

    I open my mouth to argue but relent. Ella is alone in this world, with no family aside from an alcoholic father who doesn’t know his own name most of the time, let alone hers. I know she feels she has to have money for emergencies. I know that feeling myself all too well. I, too, am alone. Mostly, but I don’t want to think about that right now.

    “I’m sorry,” I tell her, and I mean it. “I know this is good for you. I’m happy it’s working out.”

    Her lips curve slightly, and she nods her acceptance before she pushes to her feet. I stand with her and give her a hug. She smiles, her mood transforming into the instant sunshine I so often find she brings into my life. I love Ella. I really do.

    “David and I are looking forward to a bit of that spellbinding action ourselves tonight,” she announces mischievously. “I have to run.” She laughs and waves a few fingers at me. “Enjoy your night. I know I will.”

    I sink back into my chair and watch the door close.

    •   •   •

    The sound of pounding on my door once again takes me from bliss to panic. I sit up in the bed, disoriented and groggy, and eye the clock. Seven in the morning on my first day off from classes.

    “Who the heck is pounding on my door?” I grumble, throwing the blankets off me and sliding my feet into the pink fuzzy slippers one of my students gave me last Christmas. I grab my long pink robe that is not fuzzy, but does say PINK across the back. More knocking has begun.

    “Sara, it’s me, Ella!” I hear as I shuffle my way toward the living room. “Hurry! Hurry!”

    My heart flutters not only because Ella is clearly in some sort of panic but also because, unlike me, who doesn’t like to waste a second of any day, Ella doesn’t get up before noon on days she doesn’t have to. The instant I yank open the door, Ella flings her arms around me and announces, “I’m eloping!”

    “Eloping?!” I gasp, pulling back and tugging Ella inside, out of the chill of the early morning. She’s still wearing her clothes from the night before. “What are you talking about? What’s happening?”

    “David proposed last night,” she exclaims excitedly. “I can hardly believe it. We’re flying to Paris this morning.” She eyes her watch and squeals. “In two hours.”

    She shoves something into my hand. “That has the key to my apartment. On the kitchen table, you’ll find the journal and the key to the storage unit. If it’s not cleared out in two weeks, it has to be rented, or it’s auctioned off yet again. So take it and sell the stuff. The money is yours. Or let it go. Either way, it doesn’t matter.” She grins. “Because I’m eloping to Paris, then honeymooning in Italy!”

    Protectiveness fills me for Ella. I don’t want her to get hurt, and I’ve never even heard her say she loves David. “You’ve known this man for only three months, sweetie. I’ve met him only once.” He always, conveniently, got called away when we’d been planning to get together.

    “I love him, Sara,” she says, as if reading my mind. “And he’s good to me. You know that.”

    No, I don’t know that, but while I try to find the right way to say it, she is already reaching for the door. “Ella—”

    “I’ll call you when I arrive in Paris, so keep your cell handy.”

    “Wait!” I say, shackling her arm. “How long will you be gone?”

    Her eyes light up with excitement. “A month. Can you believe it? A whole month in Italy. I’m living a dream.” She hugs me and gives me a kiss on the cheek. “Since we high school folks don’t go back until October, thanks to the longer school days, I’m going a full month! Can you believe it? I’ll never complain about our longer school days again. A whole month in Italy—I’m living a dream! I’ll call, and when we get back we’ll have a reception.”

    Her eyes soften. “You know I wanted you with me for this, don’t you? But David knew I had no family. He wanted to whisk me away so that it wouldn’t be painful.” She pokes at the puckered spot that always appears between my brows when I frown. “Stop making that face. It’ll be wrinkled when you get older. And I’m fine. I’m perfect, in fact.”

    “You better be,” I say, attempting my best teacher voice, but my throat is too tight to do much more than croak out the warning. “Call me as soon as you arrive so I know you’re safe, and I want pictures. Lots of pictures.”

    Ella smiles brightly, “Yes, Ms. McMillan.” She turns and rushes away, giving me a last-second wave over her shoulder before she rounds the corner. She is gone, and I am fighting unexpected tears I don’t even understand.

    I am happy for Ella but worried for her, too. I feel . . . I’m not sure what I feel. Lost, maybe. My fingers curl around her keys, and I am suddenly aware that I have just inherited a storage unit and the journals I swore I wouldn’t read again.

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    If I Were You 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 306 reviews.
    MyBookAddictionandMore More than 1 year ago
    IF I WERE YOU by Lisa Renee Jones is an erotic thrill ride. Sara is a school teacher that finds herself reading erotic journals found in a storage unit bought by her friend and neighbor. The neighbor is being wisked away by her new man and leaves the contents of the storage unit including journal’s of a woman Rebecca’s detailed sex life to Sara. After Sara reads the haunting words in the journal she fears something terrible may have happened to Rebecca. That is when Sara devises a plan to step into Rebecca’s life and work at Rebecca’s old job. That is when all the fun begins! This book is a great read. It is a cliff hanger of a book though, but 2 more books will be out in the series along with short stories that include the journal entries. Rating 5 Heat rating: hot Reviewed by Rae,My Book Addiction Reviews
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Ok. Great book. But kind of expensive to be given only a third of the story! When will the next one be out? This really sucks. It's like reading a really great book and then you find that a BIG portion is missing! It's agrivating! I'm sure there must be a method to this author's madness. Maybe make you forget that by the time the next portion of the book is released you will forget that you paid over $7 for only part of the story! That's a pretty expensive book!!! So.....I suggest you wait until they all come out so you can figure out if the entire story is worth over $20!!! I'm giving it one star because i shouldn't be feeling so agrivated when i get to the "end" of the book. Don't think i'll be buying the other part of the story......
    KristyJewel More than 1 year ago
    Wow, just wow. This novel is "50 shades of Gray" meets suspense. The characters are very well written. I like that both the main characters are damaged, they seem more realistic. The book definitely grips you. I've been wanting to read this novel for quite some time, I'm glad that I finally picked it up. I could barely put the novel down, it's a roller coaster ride through the seasons. You have the red hot summer, the simmering down of fall, the dead ice of winter, and the laughter of spring. You get to experience everything in this novel. It is quite interesting. The ending is definitely a cliff hanger. If you are one of those individuals who demand closure, do not read this book until the next novel is out.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Love the characters. Love the intrigue. Can't wait for the series to continue
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Great! You will not be disappointed. Sexy & Suspenseful! Wish we didnt have to wait so long for the next.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    My oh my!!! Hot, Steamy, Suspenseful!!! I am already aching for book 2. This book is a MUST READ!!! The characters are well developed and the story line just gets better as it progresses. I loved Sara and Chris and I'm praying they make it! CAN'T WAIT FOR BOOK 2 and I'm glad there will be a book 3. Be warned, Book 1 is a cliff-hanger! It does leave you hanging...for more!!!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Well developed story and characters. This was a difficult book to stop reading. You just had to find out what happened next. The male characters quite sexy. Weeks after finishing the book still thinking about the story. The ending horrible; it's difficult having to wait a year for the sequel! On the same level as 50 Shades of Gray but written for a mature, educated audience.
    Bethany_G More than 1 year ago
    Fantastic! Love the idea that a simple storage unit can change the lives of these characters. Very sexy, romantic, heartbreaking at times and full of suspense. I could not put this book down. I kept putting off reading this book because I wasn't quite in the mood for a Fifty Shades themed series. What a mistake that was! This series really holds its own and is very different than FS . I dare to say that I liked it even more. As soon as I finished, I purchased the next book because I needed to know what had happened next. This is a must read!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Cant wait for the next one :)
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I recommend this book. Can't wait for book 2.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I really enjoyed first part of this story. It has everything; well developed likeable characters, mystery, & passion. I am really intrigued by the idea of reading the compimentary journals to help figure out the mystery!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    WOW not at all what i expected! I love that it is not predictable and a lot of twists to keep you reading and guessing. The ending though!!!! Cant wait for book 2. Needs to get here like ASAP!!!!!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    A friend recommended this book. SHe was right, better story line than 50 shades.
    Cherryreads More than 1 year ago
    I took a gamble with If I Were You. I was given the opportunity to review book 4 of the Inside Out series for free-so in order to be able to do that I needed to catch up and read the first three. I purchased all three in the hopes that I would not be disappointed. I was a little nervous but I was very pleasantly surprised. I like this book on so many levels. First of all the drama isn’t too over the top. In so many romance novels the two main characters seem to have an endless amount of obstacles to overcome-most of them seem so insignificant but are built up to epic proportions. I didn’t want to roll my eyes once. I also found it refreshing that there wasn’t a lot of heat in the beginning, but once it started it was smoldering. Finally this was more than just a romance novel there is true mystery and intrigue and the ending will have you saying… What!!!! The characters are all complex. You have Mark the powerful and commanding boss that seems to have a hidden agenda. There is Chris the tortured artist with a dark side, who wants to be a white knight. You have Sara, the school teacher who feels a kinship to a mystery woman and in trying to help her, is realizing that she could make her own dreams come true. And finally, there is Rebecca, the mystery woman whose words are haunting and whereabouts are unknown. There are several references to Sara feeling like Alice in Wonderland, but to me it seems more like she’s opened Pandora’s Box. This is a must read for anyone tired of traditional romance novel.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Too many plot spoilers. One named lisa lou even went so far as to quite passages. Really? I mean, come on...giving away the entire plot is bad enough, but quoting complete passages is too much. Bn, something has to be done to these plot spoilers. People are sick and tired of the entire book being destroyed by these rude ppl. Cant they be banned and their posts be deleted????
    Sarah_UK1 More than 1 year ago
    (Source: I received a digital copy of this book for free on a read-to-review basis. Thanks to Lisa Renee Jones, and her publicist.) When Sara’s friend dumps a storage unit full of crap on her and elopes, the last thing Sara expects is for this to lead to a job opportunity. Reading some erotic diaries found in the storage unit though, Sara sets about trying to find the owner of the stuff in the storage unit in order to return it, and gets more than she bargained for. When the owner (Rebecca) turns out to be on a limitless leave of absence from her job at an art gallery, Sara sees a way in and offers to step in for Rebecca over the summer while she herself is on summer holidays from her teaching job. Her degree is actually in art, and this kind of job would be a dream come true for her. Another thing that Sara wasn’t counting on is Chris – a famous artist whose work is sold at the gallery where Sara begins to work. He seems to take a shine to Sara, and makes an effort to spend time with him. Is working at the gallery really what Sara needs? What does Chris want with her? And what happened to Rebecca? Let’s start by saying that this was a very naughty little story, and definitely an adult one! Sara is a great character, who goes out of her way to try to find Rebecca, but is also intrigued as to who it was that Rebecca was having such a steamy affair with. She’s pretty conservative, but at the same time doesn’t shy away from the fact that she finds Rebecca’s erotic diaries a turn on. It is difficult to really know where Sara’s passion is going to flow in this story, as not only does she have the tortured artist Chris taking an interest in her, but also the gallery owner, who certainly seems the type to dominate a relationship! The Love scenes between Chris and Sara are very steamy, with the perfect amount of heat and teasing, and a tasty hint that things could develop further! The relationship is not 100% what Sara expected, but things progress and satisfy her immensely, and Chris manages to maintain his sexy, dark horse appeal throughout. There is both drama and intrigue in this book, and quite a few suspense-filled moments. The ending leaves us with a bit of a cliff-hanger unfortunately, but gives plenty of excitement and suspense for the next instalment! I can’t wait to find out what happens to Sara and Chris in the next instalment, as well as getting just a bit closer to finding what happened to Rebecca! Overall; a naughty, erotic romance, with a hint of mystery, and plenty of excitement! 8.5 out of 10.
    BooksbyNightMommybyDay More than 1 year ago
    **I received a free copy of this book from Net Galley in exchange for my honest review** 5 stars! When high school teacher Sara McMillan is left with an auction storage unit her good friend and neighbor Ella bought, she is at a loss at what she should do with it…that is until she is introduced to diaries of Rebecca Mason and the deep dark secrets that are written within her diaries.  Suddenly, she has a driving need to find out more about this mysterious woman and her passionate relationship with her enigmatic lover and the fiery passionate affair they share.  Sara is thrust into a world of bondage, subs, and doms…and control. In researching the life that Rebecca seemingly disappeared from, Sara is lead into a life that she could only dream of – the only problem is that its Rebecca’s life.  Sara goes to the art gallery where Rebecca worked upon vanishing, and by chance she meets the manager of the gallery, Mark Compton, who ends up hiring her to replace Rebecca while she is out on “hiatus”.  She is also introduced to the tormented Chris Merit, there is an instant connection between them.  But as Sara starts to investigate upon starting work at the gallery, she suspects that either Chris or Mark to be the “Him” written in to the steamy diaries…the man that consumed and possessed Rebecca to her brink. Through her many interactions with Mark and Chris, she finds herself freed to start really seeing what she wants in her own life…and in her love life.  While Chris begins to pursue her, Mark tries to dominate and control her.  But through it all, she keeps up with her investigation of what happened to Rebecca, and where did she go? This book was S-T-E-A-M-Y!  Not overly graphic or unpleasant, but it was intense and engaging.  The relationship that blooms is amazing – two people who find who they want to be with and going after them with full force was hot!  But what made this book more than just another “mommy porn” book was the story – about Sara and Rebecca.  The similarities and differences who made them both who they were was great – and in her quest to seek the truth, Sara finds more than just a few clues about just what happened to Rebecca.
    reviewsbycat More than 1 year ago
    "If I Were You" is the story of Sara - a school teacher embarking on a mysterious journey over summer vacation. She finds the journals of Rebecca and becomes curious about her and Sara decides to investigate. This leads her to Mark and Chris. I thought there would be a triangle, and although it seems as like it could be - each man warning Sara off the other, there is explosive chemistry between Sara and Chris that cannot be denied. They are HOT! HOT! HOT! I liked Sara - although maybe a bit on the shy side and not all that worldly, she wasn't the typical innocent, virginal heroine that doesn't have a clue! And how could I not love Chris - he is alpha, sexy and oh so yummy! He has his secrets though and that certainly keeps us off kilter a bit. I loved the mystery of Rebecca and cannot wait to find out what has happened to her! Just a warning -- this book is a cliffhanger. That being said, I enjoyed this one and I cannot wait to read the next one to hopefully get some answers as to what happens to all the characters involved!!! Thank you, Ms. Jones, for a thrilling and exciting ride so far!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Holy crap so goooooooodddddd! Sooooo dang goooooodddd
    HisLunaGirl More than 1 year ago
    I received an ecopy of this book in return for an honest review! ~*~*Mad in Wonderland Reviews*~*~ When you come across a journal, what are you going to do? Read it of course! What if that journal and its contents change the course of your life as you knew it? In If I Were You, this is exactly what happens! As Sara is thrust the keys to an abandoned storage unit, her whole world starts to change as she reads the journals that were left there. Sara feels the need to return these deeply personal items to the original owner, but it isn't that simple. Rebecca, the owner of the journals, is no where to be found. All previous points of contact are no longer valid. Finding a common thread between herself and Rebecca, Sara takes a chance on attending an event at the gallery that Rebecca worked at. In a weird twist, Sara ends up filling Rebecca's temporarily vacant position. There she meets two strong leading men, both of whom seem to have a hidden agenda and deep secrets. As Sara digs deeper to uncover the mystery of a missing Rebecca, she starts to discover a side to herself that she never knew. In steps Chris, a renowned artist, who seems to be a safe place to land, but his mood swings make Sara leery. There is also Sara's new boss who is very possessive and dominant, and moreover, believed by Sara to be the star of the journals. Get ready for a new, adult twist on "whodunit". You won't be disappointed!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I truly enjoyed this book. Although its compared to Fifty, I found it more similar to Bared to You...since they both are 'broken'. I can't wait for next book... I wish this one was longer..... and I can't wait to find out who's Rebecca's boyfriend!
    feather_lashes More than 1 year ago
    If I Were You is the first installment in Lisa Renee Jones’s adult romance series titled Inside Out. It’s got secrets, mystery, intrigue, troubled characters, and romance, along with some dark themes that are about to get darker I’m afraid. Actually, I’m not afraid – it’s been too long since I've had a strong, darker story make me flip the pages so fast. The mystery element has me drawing conclusion after conclusion, and just when I think I have a solid theory about what has happened, some little tidbit of information is revealed that suddenly makes my theory seem less likely. I'm sure it sounds frustrating, but it's soooo not. I'm loving every second of it!  The genres listed for this book include romance, erotica, BDSM, contemporary, mystery, and suspense. With this book, the reader is just at the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the erotica/BDSM elements, so we’ll see if I continue to enjoy the series as much as I hope I will once this element is fully introduced. I am typically very picky about erotica; I will DNF in a second if it’s just random sex scenes just because. But so far, the story is strong, the character development is growing increasingly thorough, and I am optimistic this is a winning series for me. Even if for some reason it’s not, it’s a damn good start. My favorite quote: “Other people’s perfection is a facade we create when we are second guessing ourselves...”
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    Isabella2010 More than 1 year ago
    I am enjoying reading this series, the books are keeping my attention, I must make myself stop when I don't want to stop reading. The characters are interesting and varied. I am totally in with wanting to find out whats next. Great sex and a suspenseful reading. With some reminders of Fifty Shades of Grey, in a new plot. I found a new author I like a lot. 4 star
    RayeRC More than 1 year ago
    Chris and Sara two tormented souls which have spent there ives running away from their insecurities, nightmares, and the darkness of the past. The deepest darkest secrets one holds tight to ones heart and guards them for eternity. Fate had a different plan for them. Together they shall find a way to overcome the torment and darkness from the past. The author has a spectacular way of describing the characters emotions and entwining them with the past and present through Rebecca's journals, Mark's Art gallery, Allure and music. It's a roller coaster ride and if you're ready for the adrenaline rush step on but be warned, you will be changed forever.   The excerpt below is from the book and I loved how she used a few songs to describe Sara's internal struggles and emotions. Spellbound, I walk forward, enchanted by the twinkling night lights and the haze surrounding the distant Golden Gate Bridge. We are above the city, untouchable, in a palace in the sky. How amazing it must be to live here and wake up to this view every day. Lights twinkling, almost as if they are talking to one another, laughing at me as they creep open a door to the hollow place inside me I've rejected only moments before in the elevator. I swallow hard as the song "Broken" from the band Life-house fills the room, because Chris doesn't know how personal it is to me. I'm falling apart.  I'm barely breathing. I'm barely holding on to you. This song,this place with the words, and I am raw and exposed, as if cut and bleeding. Who was I kidding with the refusal to  hide anymore? This is why I have hidden. The past begins to pulse to life within me, and I am seconds from remembering why I feel this way. I refuse to process the lyrics and shove them aside.I don't want to remember. I can't go there. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to seal those old wounds,desperate to feel anything but their presence. His mouth is next to mine,his clean male scent all around me. "You need to know that right now. You need to know that won't change." But the song does change, and this time to another track of what must be a Lifehouse CD.  "Nerve Damage" begins to play. I see through your clothes, your nerve damage shows.Trying not to feel....anything that's real. I laugh bitterly at the words, and Chris pulls back to study me. And I am not blind to what I see in the depths of his green eyes, what I've missed until now but sensed. He is damaged as I am.  We have too many of the wrong things in common to be more than sex, and the realization is freedom to me. All I want is the here and now this piece of time.  Some part of me realizes the window behind me is glass and all things can break. He knows this, too, it's in the dark glint of his eyes, and he wants me to worry about it. He's pushing me, testing me, trying to get me to break. Because I slid beneath his composure? Because he really believes I am out of my league? And maybe I am, but not tonight. Tonight, as the song has said, I am broken, and for the first time perhaps ever, I am not denying the truth of all of my cracks. I am living them.