Obsessed by Lisa Sanchez-blurb and excerpt

Hey, peeps! My name is Lisa Sanchez, and I wrote Obsessed, an erotic suspense published with Loose Id. Woot!

Today marks the start of my virtual book tour, the first stop: Book Of Secrets Make sure to stop by and leave a comment as I'll be giving away a $20 Amazon GC to one random commenter along the tour.


Since you're here, let me go ahead and share some of Nick and Halley's story with you.
Here's the back cover blurb:

The victim of both a brutal attempted rape and now a serial stalking, Halley Davis is broken, and desperate to glue the shattered pieces of her life back together. Tormented by a psychopath and battling a heavy dose of anxiety, sex and dating are the last things on Halley’s anxiety-ridden mind. That is, until she meets the man who rescued her from the hands of a would-be rapist. With a body made for sin, a wicked, sexy tattoo and an aura that screams “badass,” her rescuer not only calms the storm of terror raging inside her mind, he ignites a passion within her she’s never known before. Tired of using meaningless sex to drown out the horrors of his past, Nick Ackart has sworn off women. In fact, if women were classified as meat, his ass is Vegan. Despite his determination to remain unattached, Nick is unable to stay away from the emerald-eyed beauty he rescued from a sadistic pervert. Immersed in a tangled web of sexual desire and deep emotion he was certain was long dead, he vows to protect Halley from the monster hounding her, even though he stands to lose his heart in the process.
Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Violence. *** Obsessed's leading man, Nick Ackart is one of my favorite characters. Bad Boy has shut down and tuned out in an effort to run from his horrific past. Booze, women and work are the perfect panacea until he crosses paths with our heroine, Halley Davis. That's when things get really interesting. Here's a small blurb that gives you an idea as to where Nick's head is at the start of the novel: Damon sat back in his seat and ran a hand through his dark hair. “Dude, you need to get laid.” Nick palmed his beer and took a lazy sip. He scanned the bar, eyeballing the cesspool of desperation and hedonistic gluttony with a sour stomach. Nothing but a sea of “fuck me to fill my empty void” as far as the eye could see. He shook his head and scowled. “Not interested.” The bar was full. Hell, it was always full. Located at the corner of Grant and Columbus in the heart of San Francisco’s North Beach, the Black Diamond was the place to be on a Friday night. After a long day of pounding nails and running electrical conduit, all Nick wanted was to get plowed, go home, and sleep it off. Alcohol-induced, comalike sleep. He didn’t get enough of that lately. “I don’t know, man. I think your dick fell off. Did you grow a vagina and not tell me?” Nick glared at his best friend and slammed his empty beer bottle onto the smooth surface of the black table. Damon didn’t know when to keep his damn trap shut. “Why don’t you back up off my shit? Why are you so interested in my dick?” Damon pushed back from the table and stood. At six-three, two hundred plus pounds, his aura radiated “don’t fuck with me.” Not that Nick was afraid. Damon might have fifteen pounds of muscle on him, but he didn’t have half of Nick’s rage. Damon jabbed a large finger in his direction and growled. “I’m not interested in your johnson, peckerhead. I just want my friend back. You’ve been one nasty SOB for the last couple of weeks, and I need a goddamn break.” With one final glare, he stalked away, launching a string of curses, half of which Nick had never heard before. Frowning, Nick crossed his arms over his chest with a sigh and watched Damon hotfoot it to the bar, pimping himself the entire way. The guy worked out daily to stay fit, and the ladies…well, they fell all over him. With his messy black hair, dark eyes, and carefree attitude, Damon Gianakos was a veritable magnet. Nick picked at the label on his beer and scowled. Damon was right. He had been acting like a complete tool the past few weeks, but he didn’t know how to stop. An enormous black cloud followed him wherever he went. He couldn’t break free from the darkness, couldn’t find his happy place, but that wasn’t surprising. His happy place was dead and gone—buried six feet under damp soil, green grass, and warm Texas sun. He closed his eyes, shutting out the neon blue haze covering everyone and everything in the bar. What he wouldn’t give for just a sliver of peace, a moment of pure, soul-easing quiet. For more information please visit: My website Loose Id Goodreads Twitter Facebook