Friday, March 14, 2014

Featured Author Lisa Suzanne

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Lisa Suzanne


HOW HE REALLY FEELS (He Feels, Book 1)


Julianne Becker is desperately in love with her boss, Nick Matthews. She has daydreamed about him since the day she first met him a year earlier, but she is firmly stuck in the friend-zone until New Year’s Eve, when the game completely changes and she finds out how Nick really feels about her. They embark on a sexy affair that’s everything Julianne ever dreamed of... except she can’t tell anyone about it. What will happen if anyone finds out about their secret relationship? And how will her lifelong best friend, Travis Miller, react when Julianne begins a relationship with someone who isn’t him?

How He Really Feels is a novel that explores relationships and love between coworkers and friends. It contains some adult situations and is intended for mature readers.

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Who cared that I didn’t have anyone to kiss at midnight? The important thing was that this was the end of an old year and the start of a brand new one, and I had several goals in mind for this new year. The most important, of course, being Nick. I would find a way to push past this professional business friendship relationship we had formed. I would find a way to kiss him, hold him, make love to him in this new year.

It was my resolution, and I was determined to make it happen.

Everyone raised their glasses in the air and counted along, “Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! Four! Three! Two! One! HAPPY NEW YEAR!” I glanced over at Lucy, whose lips were locked to Jake’s, and then Travis, who was kissing Brooke. I smiled, happy for my friends despite my lack of a man to kiss at midnight, when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I turned around, and my heart stopped as my eyes met Nick’s. Utter shock hit me as I realized that he was actually here. And he looked fucking sexy in a black suit with a gray shirt under it, open at the collar. He had just a shadow of a beard, making him look rugged and manly, and his hair was mussed perfectly in every direction. I was so dazed that he was standing in front of me that I was rendered momentarily speechless.

The room suddenly got very quiet around me, and all I could do was stare at him. His eyes never left mine as he brought both of his hands up to cup my cheeks and I was certain at that moment that he was going to kiss me. My heart slammed into my ribs and then my eyes closed automatically as his lips brushed mine just once. Every nerve ending in my body was alight with electricity at our connection. He clutched me close against his chest in a quick embrace. “Happy New Year,” he murmured, his breath tickling close against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. And then, as if it had all been a dream, he was gone.


He told her How He Really Feels and had his heart broken. Now Travis Miller is trying to move on from the greatest heartbreak of his life by getting out of town. But two nights before his big move to California, Travis meets a mystery woman who grabs hold of his broken heart and gives him hope that he can piece it back together.

Will Travis ever figure out What He Really Feels, or will he be stuck on his first love forever? Will he find his happily ever after?

What He Really Feels contains some adult situations and is intended for mature readers. 

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We headed to Mahogany, the same place I had gone for New Year’s Eve a little over a month earlier. While the place immediately reminded me of Jules, I had to admit that it was an awesome bar with a great vibe. The bar was, obviously, made from mahogany, and that’s where Bill, Mike, and I had settled in on three barstools with me in the middle.
“Barkeep!” Mike yelled obnoxiously over the dance music that pumped from the sound system. The male bartender looked over at him and then proceeded to totally ignore him. Bill pulled out a twenty and waved it around, and the bartender made his way over.
“What’re you having?” he asked.
“Three shots of Jaeger,” Bill said.
The bartender looked at him. “You’re gonna need more than twenty bucks for three shots.”
Bill glanced over at us, and then he took his wallet out to provide more money while the bartender poured our drinks.
He passed the drinks across the bar to us. “Twenty-four,” he said to Bill.
“Fuck,” Bill said. He looked at me. “Eight bucks for a shot?”
I shrugged while he paid, and then the three of us toasted. “To getting fucked up,” Mike said, and we cheered and threw back the Jaeger.
A hundred bucks later, the three of us were feeling good and drunk when three ladies walked up to the bar to order their drinks. I checked each of them out from behind since their backs were to us, and after they placed their orders, they turned their attention to my friends and me. Each one of them focused on one of us, as if they had some sort of pre-arranged deal. It wasn’t my first time playing that particular game, and I somehow found myself incredibly drawn to the hottest one, the one whose attention was on me.
I gasped for breath as I gazed down the length of her petite, tight body and briefly thought that she could easily help me get over Jules. I frowned at the random thought.
She had dark hair and dark eyes, and she was short – a full foot shorter than me at least, if not more. She was Jules’s exact opposite in almost every way. Jules was tall with flowing blond hair and beautiful blue eyes while this woman was short with dark hair cut in a blunt style that fell just above her shoulders and dark, exotic eyes that I could get lost in.
In fact, I think I was already lost in them. 

Avril Lavigne “Keep Holding On”
Emerson Hart “I Wish the Best for You”
Guns N’ Roses “Patience”
Hinder “Lips of an Angel”
Justin Timberlake’s “What Goes Around Comes Around”
Kelly Clarkson “Never Again”
Leona Lewis “Bleeding Love”
Maroon 5 “Makes Me Wonder”
Nickelback “Rockstar”
Third Eye Blind “I Want You”
A Fine Frenzy “Almost Lover”
Katy Perry “Roar”





We all get one true love in our lives, and it’s up to us to find it. Fate will act and try to push us together, but ultimately it’s up to us to recognize who that one person is when he’s standing in front of us.

It turns out that I recognized who my one person was when I was separated from my husband.


On the same day I determined that I was finally going to file for divorce, I confessed my secret to Jesse Drake, my swoon-worthy colleague known for his womanizing ways. Jesse invited me to crash with him, and with each new piece of the enigmatic Jesse puzzle that I started to fit into place, I found myself wondering if Fate had pushed us together for a reason.

If only my husband would stop getting in the way of the man with whom I was meant to be.

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 We headed back out, and my heart did a little flip flop and my breath got stuck somewhere in my esophagus when I saw Jesse stretch in his chair, the hem of his shirt rising up just a little to reveal the bottom of what looked like a perfect washboard stomach. I thought I spotted some ink, too, but it was hard to tell from my quick glance. But a tattoo? On Jesse Drake? Yes please.
I was in serious trouble.
“Jesus Christ,” Quinn said, apparently having spotted the same sight as me. She sighed. “Too bad I don’t sleep where I work, or I’d have to give that a try,” she said. Funny how the one limit she set was the one thing I was suddenly obsessing over.
I settled back into my chair. Jesse draped his arm across the back of my chair and leaned in toward me. “I ordered you another,” he said, that sexy edge to his low voice back in full force. His scent invaded my senses. He wore a hint of some sort of masculine cologne that was fresh and reminded me of Christmas at the same time. It smelled like winter and pine and sex.
“Thanks,” I managed, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as I spotted a fresh drink in front of me. I took a sip. “Single or double?”
“Double,” he said, a scandalous smile spreading across his features.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?” I asked, pressing the boundaries just a little further than I probably should have and definitely a little further than I would have if I was sober.

Lisa Suzanne is a high school English teacher who lives at home in Arizona with her amazing husband and adorable yellow lab. She loves summer more than her students do. She has loved to write for as long as she can remember.


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