on February 20, 2017
We all have one.
That magic number that will get us to agree to do anything, be anything.
Don’t sit on your gold-plated high horse and say you don’t because you do. Everyone does. Each of us has something we covet enough that we’d sell ourselves to have it.
What’s my tipping point, you ask? Apparently a cool quarter mil will do the trick.
What does one do for 250 large, you wonder? Anything the infamous, gorgeous playboy of Seattle wants. For the next four months I’ll be Shaw Mercer’s arm candy, his beck and call girl, his faux girlfriend. I’ll be his to command, mold, push and pull in any direction he sees fit.
I’ll fight falling into bed with him. I’ll fight falling in love with him even harder. I’ll fail at both. And when my past and present collide in the most unexpected of ways, I’ll learn that while one man’s love for me has never died, the only man’s love I really want will never be mine.
*If dirty-talking, dominant alphas are not your thing, move along. Mature, 18+ only. Book 1 in a 2-part duet.
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“I really need to go.”
He looks disappointed but stands when I do. I flinch slightly when he places his hand at the small of my back, feeling it everywhere. Without a word, he walks me to the front door. When I slip into the ballet flats I left on the tile floor, I feel his eyes on me, assessing me.
Reaching for the doorknob, I say, “Goodnight,” over my shoulder, petrified to turn around for fear I’ll buckle under the power his stare.
Only I don’t have a chance to turn it before my back is pressed between the cold beveled glass and his taut body. He palms my face, lifting my chin with his thumbs so I have no choice but to meet his lust-filled gaze.
“Shaw, what are you doing?” I don’t recognize my own voice, choked with rising feelings I refuse to acknowledge. His bulk thoroughly surrounds my small frame. It terrifies me that it feels so right. I can hardly think, let alone breathe.
“You can’t flinch every time I touch you.” Dark eyes run wildly over my face. He’s trying to work out my contradicting reactions. It’s clear I want him, but he’s right. Every time he touches me, it sends a bolt of energy through me. It’s electrifying and scary as fuck. I’ve never felt anything like it before.
“I…I’m not. I don’t.”
“Yes, you do. If we’re going to make this believable, you need to sink into my touch. Crave it with everything in you, not shy away from it.”
Oh, fuck. I already do crave it. Too much.
I lick my lips, an automatic nervous reaction. When he runs a thumb over my now moist bottom one, my blood buzzes. I feel drunk on the pure lust swirling around us.
“You are so goddamn beautiful.” Low, needy words feather over my face, causing my willpower to backslide, like I’m caught in the middle of a blinding avalanche. “When was the last time you were good and kissed? Painstakingly, completely branded by a man so thoroughly you could still feel the press of his lips and the coiling of his tongue with yours when you went to bed that night?”
“Stop.” My demand is a lie on a puff of air.
“There are so many sinful things running through my head right now. So fucking many. But right now, I’m going to settle for giving you a kiss you’ll feel right between those clenched thighs of yours.”
I try to shake my head, but it’s firmly planted between two strong hands. His deep pools simmer with delight as he lowers his face to less than an inch from mine.
“This is part of the dance, Goldilocks.”
“Stop calling me that.” My reprimand comes out breathy instead of irate as I’d wanted.
“Every couple has pet names for each other. We’re a couple now.”
“On paper only.”
Hot breaths wash over the column of my neck when his mouth travels to my ear. “It’s more than just paper, sweetheart. My hands will be on you. Touching you, stroking you, holding you. My lips will graze your ear, your neck, your shoulder, your mouth. Especially your mouth. You need to get used to it, because I’ll be doing it. A. Lot.”
When the softness of his mouth presses to that sensitive indent beneath my ear, I moan, “Shaw.”
“Fuck, I love the breathless way you say my name.”
“We—God, we can’t do this.” But my eyes betray me. They’re already closed in sweet anticipation as he continues to lightly nibble. Whiskers scratch. Chills erupt. Desire is a kaleidoscope spinning inside me.
“This is exactly what we need to do. We can’t have our first kiss in public. It needs to be well practiced before then, kind of like the catalogue of character traits you recited flawlessly earlier.”
Before I can call him an ass or voice another protest, he angles my head and melts me with a raspy, “I can’t stop thinking about how you’ll taste.”
Then his mouth is on me, driving all objections away.
His lips are soft and warm but also brim with enough power to let me know he’s in charge every second he touches me. It’s heady. I like it too much.
Shaw’s presence is commanding, absolute. A force to be reckoned with. So, I expect him to claim, own, invade. But he doesn’t. He takes his time, imprinting me instead. Slowly branding me as promised, drawing my top lip in between his before doing the same to the bottom.
He repeats the painstakingly slow process over and over, sucking and nipping, applying just the right amount of pressure. It’s drugging, sweet, and oh so freaking good. I can’t remember ever being kissed like this. By the time I feel the first touch of his tongue on me, demanding entry, I want it so damn bad my lips part automatically, welcoming him inside.
His strokes are light at first, like he’s learning me, treasuring me. But they quickly turn deep, urgent. Demanding. I gasp when he bites my lip hard enough to sting before he returns to gorge on me. Groaning, he shifts his weight, pressing his stiff shaft farther into my belly. I throb everywhere.
“Oh God,” I whisper. A hot trail blazes along my jaw, down my throat, everywhere his teeth nip and his tongue soothes.
“Jesus, fuck. I want you.” His hunger crashes into me as hard as rogue waves, flooding me with voracious need. I almost drown, letting him take me under with him.
“We can’t,” I choke. My body screams at me, Why not? Let him take you right here. Right now. It’s inevitable anyway.
“You want me. I can smell it.”
So can I. I don’t even pretend to deny it.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m not going to sleep with you,” I pant.
His hands have now joined the party. Their slow climb up my torso attempts to convince me otherwise. My breasts are heavy and aching.
“Oh, Goldilocks, there won’t be any sleeping, only fucking. Lots and lots of fucking,” he growls as he makes his way to the other side of my neck. I tilt my head.
It’s tempting. He’s tempting. Lots and lots of only fucking sounds so incredibly tempting.
“Shaw. Please, stop.”
He stills, this time sensing my inner turmoil, but his muscles remain taut, ready to resume where we left off if I just say the word. Say the word; say the fucking word, bitch, my girly parts snarl. But I can’t. I won’t come back from this.
Not pushing me, Shaw gently leans his forehead to mine. We let our breathing calm and appetites settle.
In a gravelly voice, he tells me, “You feel this thing between us just as much as I do. It’s not going away. It’s going to spread and thicken until it consumes us both, burning so fucking hot and strong it will never be extinguished.”
Yes. That’s precisely what I’m worried about.
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