Thursday, May 22, 2014

Washington Memorial Hospital Series Blog Tour

Conservative meets sexy in STRICTLY BUSINESS–which is anything but. Lisa Eugene delivers undeniable chemistry and hotter romance than asked for in the first book in the Winthrop Memorial series. Rest assured, STRICTLY BUSINESS will leave readers breathless.

There’s forbidden romance, and there’s unlikely romance. Gabe Masters is everything that Maggie Lawson, an OR nurse, can’t stand. In STEAL MY HEART, Lisa Eugene explores uncontrollable passion and unexpected romance between two people who at first glance, are least likely to fall in…love?

Lisa Eugene takes us back to Washington Memorial Hospital in SURRENDER MY LOVE with a deliciously hot and intriguing tale of dangerous romance. Fans of The Blackstone Affair trilogy by Raine Miller and The Real series by Katy Evans will eat this up!

Praise for Lisa Eugene's Washington Memorial Hospital series

Suspense filled, evocative and heart pounding.” - Book Addict Mumma
Lisa Eugene is one of my top 10 authors. She writes some wicked good mystery-suspense-erotica that I LOVE! Gah it's so good! and now that it's over I want more more more! This is the third book in the Washington Memorial Series (it's a stand alone so no cliffy) and it just keeps getting better and better every time!”  - Taryn Lee’s Book Blog“Written with knowledge of the medical profession, this love/lust story grabs your attention with its ‘who done it tale’. The heroine in the book is an intelligent woman who finds herself entangled in more than she bargained for. I like to compare the book to a 50 shades meets Sydney Sheldon.” - Annie, Amazon reviewer
Want to learn more about the Washington Memorial Hospital Series? Be sure to check out this exclusive interview with Lisa Eugene!

Win some awesome prizes:
A $20 gift card to Amazon or Barnes & Noble (winners choice) and 3 runner ups will win an eBook of their choice from the Washington Memorial Hospital series.

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About Lisa Eugene:

Lisa Eugene began writing as a way to mentally escape from the hectic medical world where she has been a practicing nurse for over twenty years. After publishing her first novel, STRICTLY BUSINESS, she quickly learned that readers couldn't get enough of the world she created and now she lives out her wildest fantasies by writing steamy romantic suspense for her fan-favorite Washington Memorial Hospital series.
When she's not plotting her next dangerous, fast-paced, sexy adventure, you can find her juggling a full time job, playing soccer mom, or curled up reading a good romance. Lisa loves hearing from fans; be sure to connect with her on Twitter at @lisaeugene43 or at

About the books in the Washington Memorial Hospital series:

Who told you that you aren't beautiful?

“Nurse Wall has them all brainwashed, I think. She told them you’re investigating me, made it seem like you’re suspicious that I did something.”
He pulled back and looked into her eyes. “Why does she not like you?”
Chloe dropped her eyes to a pulse in his neck, watching it pound steadily. She did not want to discuss her family situation with him. She couldn’t deal with his pity, his judgments. She shrugged, her eyes scanning the room in an attempt to escape the brimming tears and his inquisitive gaze.
“She’s just never liked me. We don’t get along.”
He seemed placated by that response for now. His brows jumped minimally, but she was grateful he didn’t press her.
“Don’t worry. We’ll figure this all out. It’s late, Chloe. You must be exhausted. You should get some rest and we’ll talk more tomorrow—today.” He smiled and the appealing folds in his cheeks deepened.
Chloe snuggled into his neck, not ready for him to leave. She wanted to steep in the solace he brought her. It was comforting to have strong arms wrapped around her, giving her assurance that everything was going to be fine. She almost believed it. Her lips started to play with the pulse at his neck, tracing it then smothering it with the flat of her tongue. His fingers tightened on her thighs, and he groaned against her ear, his warm breath whispering over her skin.

She pressed a line of gentle kisses along his jaw and latched on to his lips when he turned to her. Her breath came faster now, driving recklessly out of her lungs. Eagerly she clashed her teeth against his and opened her mouth for his probing tongue. His breath rushe swallowed it, greedy to consume every part of him. He was intoxicating, his flavor potently male. She shimmied her hips against his lap, delighted to feel the growing evidence of his arousal. Arousal for me! His cock felt large and stiff like she remembered, and her body started to pulse with liquid heat. She needed him moving inside her. She wanted him rapped
around her. She needed to get lost in the pleasure he could give her and to forget about this horrendous day.
She pulled back and cleared her throat, staring into the vast skies of his blue eyes. “Stay. I—I”
She watched him take an unsteady breath, the muscles of his face pulling taut. He placed his forehead against hers, his breath blowing on her face. He shook his head.
“No, Chloe.”
She pulled away, now fighting bitter tears of disappointment and hating herself for her shattered emotions. She felt so fragile tonight, so raw, and his rejection hurdled her to pitiful despondence.
Of course he wouldn’t want me. My life is a mess. I’m a mess. Repulsive. That one night had been enough for him.
She was rooted on earth trying to reach an unattainable star, a star so brilliantly blinding it scorched her senses and lit her entire being. She’d deluded herself into thinking that maybe he’d want her in the presence of his light.
She tucked back her hair, her gaze falling to her lap. “Of course, I understand.”
“I don’t think you do. Need I explain?”
The hardness in his voice caused her head to jerk upwards, and her breath froze at the stark anger glowing in his eyes.shed into her mouth and“Please, no…” She shook her head and bit her trembling bottom lip. She didn’t want to hear it. She didn’t want him explaining why she wasn’t good enough. Jack had explained things perfectly.
Abruptly his long fingers plowed through her hair, cradling her head in a strong, angry grip and forcing her to meet his eyes. She couldn’t. Her watery gaze kept sliding away from his fierce inspection. His eyes penetrated her, probing beneath the layers of hurt that had accumulated for the last three years.
Look at me, dammit!”
She released her lip with a mewl and hauled her reluctant gaze back to his.
“Who the fuck messed with your head, Chloe?”
A single tear fell from the corner of her eye and trekked down her cheek.
“Who told you that you aren’t beautiful?”

The Old Fashioned Alpha