If Only... Overcoming Domestic Violence to find Love

Welcome Lisa M. Owens to Romance Beckons.
 Hi Paloma and all of you wonderful readers! *friendly wave* Thank you so much for having me today.  My sexy/spicy contemporary romance, titled If Only has recently been released through Liquid Silver Books.

If Only is my first published novel and it touched me on a very personal level. My heroine, Bree, is a survivor of domestic violence struggling to pick up the shattered pieces of her life. Once she escapes from her violent and troubled past, she reconnects with the man she left behind, her ex-fiancé, Scott. And he has a difficult job ahead of him; proving to Bree that not all men hit and that some men can be trusted.

I thought that I’d give you readers a chance to talk with them and see how they handled the emotional hurdles that I forced them to jump through. Please also welcome Bree and Scott to Romance Beckons.

Lisa: Thanks for joining us today. Let’s start with an easy question. What’s your favorite color?
Scott: Pink.

Lisa: Pink? That’s kind of a strange color for a man to prefer. Why pink?
Scott: *waggles his eyebrows* Bree has this hot pink lace bra and panty set that is…
Bree: *flushes bright crimson* Scott! *elbows him in the ribs* See if I model that for you again anytime soon.
Scott: *groans*
Bree: Next question please.

Lisa: Are you happy with the genre I picked for your story?
Scott: *shrugs* I would have preferred more of a manly genre. *Bree laughs* Maybe an action movie so I could have used a weapon, kicked a little ass.
Bree: *looks over at him and grins* Like you didn’t kick a little ass in Lisa’s story? *rolls her eyes* You punched your own brother and then wiped the floor with my ex. Trust me, baby; no one could ever label you as anything less than a manly man. *stares deeply into Scott’s eyes* You are my own personal knight in shining armor. And don’t you ever forget it.
Scott: *teasing* Stop it. You’re going to make me blush.
Bree: I was definitely pleased with the genre you chose. I love to read contemporary romance novels. The racier the cover and the less clothed the man, the more I like it!
Scott: *scowls*

Lisa: Boxers or briefs?
Bree: *shakes her head, a secret smile on her lips* Not telling. They will have to read our story to find out. Hey, a girl’s gotta have a few secrets… *Scott laughs*

Lisa: This question is directed to Scott. What is one of Bree’s secret talents?
Scott: *laughs* She can do a raunchy striptease that would put a stripper to shame. *Bree blushes and bows her head in embarrassment* Makes me harder than a telephone pole…
Bree: *interrupts* Scott. *there is a note of warning in her voice and Scott laughs again*

Lisa: *fans herself* Is it getting a little warm in here, or is it just me? Okay. Time to move on to the next question. If you could rewrite anything in the book, what would it be?
Scott: *voice hardens* I would have never let Bree walk away from me and marry that monster. What the hell were you thinking, Bree?
Bree: Scott, you know why Lisa wrote it that way. She felt she had to. She had a message to share and marrying Bryan was part of that message. And I was happy to help. Maybe the hell that I went through will help someone else.
Scott: You could have been killed.
Bree: But I wasn’t. Now I am where I was always supposed to be. Here. With you.
*Scott scowls but relents*

Lisa: Is there anything else that you would like for readers to know?
Bree: No woman or child deserves to live in fear. The National Domestic Violence Hotline is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week at 1-800-799-SAFE (7233)

Lisa: And on that note, I’ll wrap up this interview and provide readers with a blurb and excerpt from your book.

What would you do if you had the opportunity to go back and relive your greatest mistake?

Five years ago, Bree Sexton walked out on her fiancé and into the arms of a charming and handsome stranger. She has regretted her decision ever since. Instead of a fairy-tale marriage, her “prince” shattered her dreams and her spirit with physical violence and emotional cruelty she barely escaped.

She then mysteriously wakes up in bed with the fiancé she loved and left, the life she’d dreamed of now a reality, until her cruel ex-husband reappears to destroy her new life. But what is real, and what is make-believe? Is she really getting the chance she has always dreamed of? And when it is all said and done, will she finally end up with the man she has always regretted leaving? Or will she wake up to discover herself alone?

Bree stood there for a minute, watching as he walked out of her life. She couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if she had married Scott instead of Bryan. How would her life have been different? Would she have had children by now? Would she and Scott still be together, after all this time? Those thoughts and more weighed heavily on her mind as she headed out of the bar. It had begun to snow, and she wrapped her coat even tighter around her slender frame. She looked around, but there was no one to be found. She couldn’t help herself; she stuck out her tongue, a childish impulse she couldn’t ignore, and then laughed out loud in spite of herself.

She looked both ways before attempting to cross the street. Not seeing any cars, she began to make her way across. Bree was walking cautiously when one of her high heels slipped on a patch of ice. She could feel herself falling, and her breathing quickened as she began to panic, wishing she had waited for her friends before venturing off on her own. One shoe flew off as she landed, her head striking the curb. A sharp pain racked through the back of her skull, causing her to cry out. The last thing she saw was Scott’s face swimming before her eyes, and then her world went black.

Bree awoke to a man nipping gently on her earlobe, his tongue stroking the delicate curves. His hot breath blew into her ear, sending shivers up and down her spine. She slowly opened her eyes as a man’s hand stroked her upper thigh, and she sighed happily.

Ooh, I must be dreaming. And it was such a delicious dream, too.

The man’s hand traveled up her thigh and then encircled her flat stomach. Out of the corner of her eyes, Bree could see a dark head pressing against her abdomen. Then she shivered as a tongue laved her belly button, going in and out erotically, making her feel as though her body was on fire. Bryan had never made her feel like this, and she hadn’t even looked yet to see who this stranger was! But she was only dreaming, so what difference did it make?

His hand continued traveling north, lovingly caressing her skin. He reached for her aching breasts, pressing her nipples roughly before he lowered his mouth to suckle them, first one, and then the other. Bree arched in anxious response to his touch. She longed to see his face, but she feared one look would make his magical touch disappear.

She ached all over, wanted his hands to caress her everywhere, and she longed to touch him. She opened her legs as he straddled her. His hair brushed her naked chest as he began kissing her. His tongue was driving her crazy with desire as he placed tender kisses along her neckline. He brushed her hair aside.

His morning stubble stung her delicate skin, but she hungered for more. Just one more touch, just one more taste, and she would awaken from this wonderful dream and find herself in bed, all alone.

“Oh, Bree, baby. What you do to me,” he whispered, his voice husky.

That voice jerked her back to the present. The voice had haunted her dreams for

years. The voice of the man she just couldn’t seem to get over.

“Scott,” she whispered.

About the Author
The writing bug bit Lisa M. Owens at an early age; she was writing short stories and poetry by the age of seven. At the age of eight, she entered a writing contest at her elementary school. About fifty books were written, but Lisa was one of the thirteen writers chosen who received a certificate and the chance to meet Oklahoma writer Sandy Miller.

A former victim of domestic violence herself, Lisa worked at the courthouse for over seven years. Almost three of those years she worked on the Marriage License/Protective Order desk. She helped women file protective orders and worked closely with the staff and counselors at DVIS.

Frustrated with books that merely gloss over the subject of domestic violence, Lisa wanted to write a book that told the entire story. Her dream is for her words to help give someone the courage to leave an abusive relationship.

She resides in Oklahoma and has two children. This is her first published novel, and she is currently working on the next novel of her If Only series.

Lisa enjoys hearing from her readers and can be reached at P.O. Box 9643, Tulsa, OK 74157-0643, or by e-mail, lisamowens@ymail.com. She can also be contacted on her website, www.lmowens.com.
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