{"id":17720,"date":"2017-02-26T10:00:00","date_gmt":"2017-02-26T16:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=17720"},"modified":"2017-02-19T08:40:19","modified_gmt":"2017-02-19T14:40:19","slug":"wotr-review-lost-in-between-by-kl-kreig","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=17720","title":{"rendered":"#WOTR #Review &#8211; Lost in Between by KL Kreig"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/twinsietalk.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/writers-on-the-river-attendingauthor-2017.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-15539\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/twinsietalk.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/writers-on-the-river-attendingauthor-2017.jpg?resize=300%2C204\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"204\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/twinsietalk.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/writers-on-the-river-attendingauthor-2017.jpg?resize=300%2C204 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/twinsietalk.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/writers-on-the-river-attendingauthor-2017.jpg?resize=768%2C522 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/twinsietalk.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/writers-on-the-river-attendingauthor-2017.jpg?w=1024 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/twinsietalk.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/writers-on-the-river-attendingauthor-2017.jpg?w=948 948w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-13249\" src=\"https:\/\/obsessedwithmyshelf.files.wordpress.com\/2017\/02\/lostinbetween_banner_blogtour.jpg?resize=474%2C175\" alt=\"lostinbetween_banner_blogtour\" width=\"474\" height=\"175\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Lost in Between by KL Kreig is LIVE!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">&#8220;Clear a space on the top shelf of book boyfriends\u2026.there\u2019s a new man claiming a top spot and his name is Shaw Mercer.&#8221; <strong>&#8211; Totally Booked Blog<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-12741\" src=\"https:\/\/obsessedwithmyshelf.files.wordpress.com\/2017\/01\/bk1-lost-in-between-e-book-cover.jpg?resize=474%2C711\" alt=\"bk1-lost-in-between-e-book-cover\" width=\"474\" height=\"711\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>BUY NOW<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Amazon US: <a href=\"http:\/\/amzn.to\/2jrcvHk\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"nofollow noopener\">http:\/\/amzn.to\/2jrcvHk<\/a><br \/>\nAmazon UK: <a href=\"http:\/\/goo.gl\/mbEQTt\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"nofollow noopener\">goo.gl\/mbEQTt<\/a><br \/>\nAmazon CA: <a href=\"http:\/\/goo.gl\/2NwFgK\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"nofollow noopener\">goo.gl\/2NwFgK<\/a><br \/>\nAmazon AU: <a href=\"http:\/\/goo.gl\/naMzS8\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"nofollow noopener\">goo.gl\/naMzS8<\/a><br \/>\nKobo: <a href=\"http:\/\/goo.gl\/7kEB1A\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"nofollow noopener\">goo.gl\/7kEB1A<\/a><br \/>\niBooks: <a href=\"http:\/\/apple.co\/2lktls8\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"nofollow noopener\">http:\/\/apple.co\/2lktls8<\/a><br \/>\nNook: <a href=\"http:\/\/bit.ly\/2k3eldb\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"nofollow noopener\">http:\/\/bit.ly\/2k3eldb<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-13241\" src=\"https:\/\/obsessedwithmyshelf.files.wordpress.com\/2017\/02\/lostinbetween_teaser1-2.jpg?resize=474%2C248\" alt=\"lostinbetween_teaser1-2\" width=\"474\" height=\"248\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Blurb:<\/p>\n<p>We all have one.<\/p>\n<p>A price.<\/p>\n<p>That magic number that will get us to agree to do anything, be anything.<\/p>\n<p>Don\u2019t sit on your gold-plated high horse and say you don\u2019t because you do. Everyone does. Each of us has something we covet enough that we\u2019d sell ourselves to have it.<\/p>\n<p>What\u2019s my tipping point, you ask? Apparently a cool quarter mil will do the trick.<\/p>\n<p>What does one do for 250 large, you wonder? Anything the infamous, gorgeous playboy of Seattle wants. For the next four months I\u2019ll be Shaw Mercer\u2019s arm candy, his beck and call girl, his faux girlfriend. I\u2019ll be his to command, mold, push and pull in any direction he sees fit.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ll fight falling into bed with him. I\u2019ll fight falling in love with him even harder. I\u2019ll fail at both. And when my past and present collide in the most unexpected of ways, I\u2019ll learn that while one man\u2019s love for me has never died, the only man\u2019s love I really want will never be mine.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/twinsietalk.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/angies-review.png\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-6154\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/twinsietalk.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/angies-review.png?resize=230%2C50\" alt=\"\" width=\"230\" height=\"50\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<div class=\"big450BoxBody\">\n<div class=\"big450BoxContent\">\n<div class=\"reviewText mediumText description readable\">I received this book from the author for an honest review.<br \/>\nOk first up. My warning to you\u2026if you don\u2019t smoke you might want to buy a pack because you will need a cigarette a few times during the book scenes!! Yeah it\u2019s that HAWT!! Ok so the Surgeon General is not going to like that but eh oh well.<\/div>\n<div class=\"reviewText mediumText description readable\">\nIf this is a first-time book from this author, I am sure you will be hooked completely and devour her library like I did when I found her. If this is not your 1st rodeo with her, then YES This book is just as amazing as you expect from her.<\/div>\n<div class=\"reviewText mediumText description readable\">\nShaw\u2026.I won\u2019t even being to discuss Noah because I don\u2019t think I can handle those two in the same review\u2026he is a player who enjoys his life. His family and job are his priority. Period. Ladies are lovely and a lot of fun either 1 on 1 or 2 on 1 but that is it\u2026fun!<br \/>\nWillow is truly broken and hiding. She has hiding behind her mask and giant walls to protect herself from getting hurt. The people she loves the most always end up leaving her. If you guard your heart you don\u2019t get hurt. Period.<\/div>\n<div class=\"reviewText mediumText description readable\">\nShaw and Willow meet but its fleeting and they are both still thinking about the other and wondering. Fast forward to a few days later, Shaw needs help and Noah comes to his rescue. Noah\u2019s plan forces the two to be face to face with each other and the chemistry explodes in every scene following!!!<\/div>\n<div class=\"reviewText mediumText description readable\">\nThe more time they spend together, the more they are both falling and freaking out over THAT ledge. You know the ledge I am talking about!!!! Just as we are finally thinking THIS IS IT\u2026there will be a HEA, PLOT TWIST and holy hell did I not see it coming.<\/div>\n<div class=\"reviewText mediumText description readable\">\nShaw is not a fan of this new emotion called jealousy. Willow is torn by her heart and the final page of the book left me saying \u201cWHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!\u201d I can\u2019t believe I have to wait because I need my Shaw and Willow together. I know what is going to happen and my heart is hurting for what is going to play out for our couple. The question is : will Willow trust in her man or will she run from him too!!??? GUUUUURL, don\u2019t run because I will be there to wipe his tears!!!<\/div>\n<div id=\"review-like\"><\/div>\n<div id=\"review-follow\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>CHECK OUT THE TRAILER!<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/DOgq6ei6pxY\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">ADD TO <a href=\"http:\/\/bit.ly\/2h3ekbT\">GOODREADS\u00a0<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-13254\" src=\"https:\/\/obsessedwithmyshelf.files.wordpress.com\/2017\/02\/lostinbetween_promo2.jpg?resize=474%2C248\" alt=\"lostinbetween_promo2\" width=\"474\" height=\"248\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Excerpt:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>As long as Noah and I have known one another and as close as we are, he\u2019s far from an open book. He holds some of life\u2019s secrets so close to the vest, he\u2019ll likely take them to his grave. So how he knows Ms. Randi Deveraux of La Dolce Vita is still a mystery he won\u2019t divulge.<\/p>\n<p>When he told me his plan and showed me the picture of the woman who\u2019d play my love interest for the next several months, I was immediately drawn to the her, but it took me a few seconds to realize why.<\/p>\n<p>It was <em>her<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>My spicy little Goldilocks.<\/p>\n<p>The one I haven\u2019t heard from.<\/p>\n<p>The one I haven\u2019t been able to get out of my fucking head for the past eight days.<\/p>\n<p>The one my cock involuntarily gets hard for in the dark of night.<\/p>\n<p>The glossy-colored print I stared at for long minutes was a complete contradiction to the fiery woman I\u2019d met.<\/p>\n<p>On paper her exterior was flawless. Not one sculpted eyebrow out of place. Striking blue eyes rimmed with the right amount of shadow, liner, and mascara that made them alluring but not slutty. Pouty lips painted a deep shade of maroon, lined impeccably so the stain didn\u2019t seep, then glossed enough in the middle to draw your attention to their fullness. Hair curled into loose ribbons that fell over her shoulders and down her slim back.<\/p>\n<p>But while the outside was practiced perfection, the inside screamed dead. Not damaged, not broken or bruised, but lifeless. This beautiful creature went through the motions. She moved through life without living. I don\u2019t know how I saw it, or why, but I know it wasn\u2019t a product of my overactive imagination. This woman\u2019s pain was rooted deep but she put on an award-winning fa\u00e7ade that told the outside world otherwise.<\/p>\n<p>I saw the same thing when I stared into her fierce eyes under the cover of my sunglasses days ago, but I also saw something else. Smoking embers buried under piles of ash. God help me, but for some reason I want to be the man who stokes those smoldering cinders until they spark into a burning inferno, bringing her roaring back to life.<\/p>\n<p>Standing before her now, I\u2019ve no doubt I\u2019m the igniter, the single match needed to wake her from the living dead.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSummer, is it?\u201d I close the door behind me and move to the couch, gesturing for her to sit.<\/p>\n<p>She doesn\u2019t. She just blinks rapidly like she\u2019s seeing a ghost. That makes me smile for some reason.<\/p>\n<p>I know the name she\u2019s using is fake. I hate it. Not the name, per se, but the fact that I don\u2019t know her real one. I told Ms. Deveraux my circumstances and my concern around using a fake name. The press will eventually find out and it\u2019s best if we\u2019re up front in the beginning rather than if they dig, thinking we\u2019re hiding something. That would be disastrous. She agreed but told me the decision was up to Summer. If she agreed to my terms, I could plead my case. If not, then her anonymity was still protected.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou don\u2019t look like a Summer,\u201d I say casually as I take a seat and cross my legs.<\/p>\n<p>Although in a way she does. She\u2019s hot and sultry and I\u2019ve no doubt she\u2019s nice and moist in the place I\u2019m dying to drive my cock. Jesus, she is absolutely mouthwatering. And she has the sexiest fucking voice I have ever heard. It\u2019s no wonder I can\u2019t stop thinking about her.<\/p>\n<p>She crosses her arms and cocks a hip in irritation. \u201cIs that so? What do I look like then?\u201d<\/p>\n<p><em>Mine.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Why that disturbing word pops into my head, I haven\u2019t a clue. <em>She is yours temporarily, though. If<\/em> she agrees<em>.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u201cHow is your neck by the way?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>That seems to catch her off guard because her cocky bravado falters. \u201cUh\u2026fine. It\u2019s fine.\u201d She unconsciously reaches up to palm it. My fingers itch, wishing they were on her skin instead. I still remember the electricity that ran down my arm when I touched her before. It set my cock on fire and it hasn\u2019t stopped burning since. \u201cYou\u2019re lucky, you know. I could be wearing a neck brace right now and be lawyered up.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAnd you\u2019d still be just as beautiful.\u201d I ignore the lawyer comment. I know it\u2019s just a dig. When she blushes and looks away, my grin gets wider and I allow myself a few seconds to absorb her, head to toe. I find myself zeroing in on that tiny diamond stud in her nose, now catching the light. I first noticed it when she pounded on the window of my Rover calling me names. I generally find them childish, yet on her, I find myself incredibly turned on by it.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhy don\u2019t you take a seat?\u201d <em>On my lap would be preferable.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Defiant eyes snap back to mine. \u201cHit and run anyone else lately?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHit and run?\u201d I chuckle. \u201cI didn\u2019t hit and run you. I took accountability.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYeah. After I dumped car parts into your lap, it was pretty hard to deny it any longer.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Hell. This woman is full of restrained passion. She just needs someone to help her unleash it in a very controlled manner.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhy haven\u2019t you called about your car? Change your mind on whose fault it was?\u201d I\u2019m goading her, but <em>Hot<\/em>. <em>Damn<\/em>. The sparks firing from her are overly addictive.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh, it was your fault, all right,\u201d she snaps. \u201cAnd I\u2019ve been\u2026busy.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, I can imagine you have a very full schedule.\u201d I sound more sarcastic than I intend, but the thought of her with other men makes me feel exactly the way I felt when I thought of Noah with her.<\/p>\n<p>Her lips thin. She\u2019s madder than a hornet. I\u2019m harder than a two by four.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhy are you here, Drive By?\u201d<\/p>\n<p><em>Drive By?<\/em> I laugh at her feisty spirit. God, I want to kiss her. Feel her tongue sparring eagerly with mine. See if she tastes of rage and raw energy.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI was under the impression you were agreeable to meeting with me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>When Noah set this up, I insisted on three things.<\/p>\n<p>One: it take place in Ms. Deveraux\u2019s private home with her alone. There\u2019s no way in hell I will be caught on film coming and going from her \u201cbusiness.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Two: I meet with Ms. Deveraux in advance and work through the contractual details to my satisfaction. Let\u2019s just say I now feel comfortable we have a mutual interest in keeping this arrangement buried deep.<\/p>\n<p>And three: I be allowed to personally meet with \u201cSummer\u201d before she signs the contract. Surprisingly, that was the toughest piece to negotiate. Seems Ms. Deveraux is very protective of her, or maybe she\u2019s that way with all of her employees.<\/p>\n<p>Everything I have done to secure her has deviated from Ms. Deveraux\u2019s normal course of business, but this situation is far from normal. It\u2019s reckless at worst. Precarious at best.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHow did you find me?\u201d<\/p>\n<p><em>Sheer, dumb luck.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m very resourceful.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Her forehead creases. \u201cThis is a mistake.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She turns to leave and I panic. True blistering panic sears through me at the thought she\u2019s about to walk through that door and I may never see her again. I don\u2019t know her real name. I don\u2019t know how to contact her and if this meeting goes south, I know I won\u2019t get anything further about her from Randi Deveraux. If she walks out on me now, I highly doubt she\u2019ll give me the time of day when she finally does call Dane about her car.<\/p>\n<p>I don\u2019t know why I care that I spend the next few months with her and only her so damn much. I just do.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWait,\u201d I plead.<\/p>\n<p>She stops but doesn\u2019t turn. I have no idea what possesses me, but I close the distance between us until I\u2019m a whisper away. Our body heat plays off each other, growing hotter by the second.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou haven\u2019t even listened to my proposal,\u201d I say against her ear.<\/p>\n<p>Her breath kicks up. Good. She\u2019s not unaffected by me, and that will play into my hand nicely.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou can get someone else,\u201d she replies softly, without conviction.<\/p>\n<p>Drawing her long hair off her shoulder, I let my finger feather across her bare flesh. It\u2019s soft and silky. She shivers. I suppress a moan. Fuck, I want her so much. It makes no sense.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t want anyone else,\u201d I tell her truthfully, keeping my voice low.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhy?\u201d she breathes.<\/p>\n<p>I don\u2019t know why. I have no idea what it is about her that draws me in. I wish I did. I need to stop it. I should end this right now\u2014look at a dozen other pictures and pick a woman whose very presence doesn\u2019t twist me into knots and make me have thoughts I\u2019ve never had before. Thoughts that make me uncomfortable. It\u2019s unnerving.<\/p>\n<p>But, fuck me. I can\u2019t. There is just something different about this woman and I won\u2019t rest until I find out what it is.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHave a seat. Just hear me out. Please,\u201d I tack on sincerely.<\/p>\n<p>She stands motionless and I wonder what her next move will be. My hands curl into fists as I restrain myself from throwing her over my shoulder and hauling her to my house. I think she could benefit greatly from a hard hand and a red ass. I have a feeling she might even enjoy it.<\/p>\n<p>When she floats effortlessly to one of the velvet-covered chairs, I release a veiled breath. Picking up the contract from the edge of Ms. Deveraux\u2019s desk, I make myself comfortable across from her and place the paperwork on the table separating us. Her eyes drop to it but she makes no move to pick it up.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSo what\u2019s your proposal, Mr. Knowles?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMr. Knowles?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat\u2019s your name, right? Dane Knowles. Wildemer &amp; Company?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Amused, I rest my elbows on my knees and grin at her. \u201cNo. Dane is my assistant. I told you to call him and he\u2019d take care of the damage to your death box.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDeath box?\u201d She sounds offended.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDo you know what the safety rating is on that little tin can you drive?\u201d When she opens her mouth to respond, I talk over her. \u201cFive point seven out of ten. You\u2019re basically driving around in your own steel coffin.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I expect a hot retort or for her to leave in a huff. What I don\u2019t expect is a genuine, breathtaking smile that lights up her face like summer and makes my cock knock uncomfortably on my zipper in a futile attempt to reach her. My God, she\u2019s trying to kill me already.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAre you a walking Kelly Blue Book of safety ratings, Mr.\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI have a vast array of useless Trivial Pursuit knowledge up here,\u201d I retort with a smirk, finger pointing to my temple. I\u2019ll never admit that I looked it up after our little accident. She could be seriously hurt in that ridiculous miniature box on wheels that somehow passes for a fucking car. Hell, had I hit her any harder, she would be in the hospital. \u201cAnd I\u2019m Shaw. Shaw Mercer.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cShaw Mercer,\u201d she repeats slowly like she\u2019s tasting my name for the first time. Savoring every consonant and every vowel. Fuck. I sit back and cross one leg over the other to hide my rock-hard erection.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAny relation to Preston Mercer?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I nod, impressed that she tied me back to my father instead of referring to me as one of Seattle\u2019s most eligible bachelors. She\u2019s intelligent and up on politics. I like that. Immensely. If you ask three-fourths of the residents of Seattle, they wouldn\u2019t be able to tell you how many branches of government there are, something that\u2019s taught in middle school, let alone who the mayor of Seattle is.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSo why is the mayor\u2019s son\u2026<em>here<\/em>?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Her eyes are locked on mine, waiting on an answer.<\/p>\n<p>When she swallows I follow the delicate line of her neck down to the swell of her breasts that peek out from the light pink strapless flowing dress she\u2019s wearing like a fucking Greek goddess. One flick of my finger and I could find out the color of her areolas and the size of her nipples before I draw one into my mouth for a sample. My mouth waters at the thought.<\/p>\n<p>The conversation that Ms. Deveraux and I had earlier about expectations sits hard in the pit of my stomach. On one hand, I was relieved to get confirmation she doesn\u2019t sell herself, only her \u201ctime,\u201d but now that I\u2019m sitting here in front of her, I won\u2019t rest until she lets me explore every square inch of not only her perfect body, but her complex mind. I want to know her like no one else has.<\/p>\n<p>When our gazes connect again I\u2019m sure mine is full of unmistakable heat. Hers definitely is.<\/p>\n<p>She clears her throat and straightens her back. \u201cI think you have the wrong idea about what it is I do.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t,\u201d I state plainly.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t sleep with my clients, Mr. Mercer.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><em>Oh, but you will<\/em>. We both know our ingredients are explosive.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWomen would pay to have sex with me, not the other way around.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She huffs a laugh as a wry look crosses her face. \u201cThen what is it you need if not a good fuck?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I chuckle and when I lean forward she straightens her spine. I love that even the simplest of movements I make in her direction affect her, just like she does to me. \u201cIs that what I\u2019ll be missing with you? A good fuck?\u201d I won\u2019t be missing a damn thing. She will be mine in every conceivable way. I know it and so does she.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNot just good. Life altering,\u201d she banters smoothly.<\/p>\n<p>Now it\u2019s my turn to smile slowly. What I wouldn\u2019t give to throw her up against the wall and show her just what a life-altering fuck really is. For what seems like forever we stare at each other in some sort of weird silent challenge where we\u2019re waiting to see what move the other will make.<\/p>\n<p>Shaking myself out of her spell, I pick up the papers and hand them to her.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat\u2019s this?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYour employment contract.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAll the paperwork is handled through Randi.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI want a little extra insurance.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She quickly flips through the five-page document before lifting her eyes. \u201cNondisclosure agreement? This is sounding very fifty shades-ish. And just so you know, if I find any mention of hard limits or safe words, that\u2019s a deal breaker.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I can\u2019t help but laugh loudly.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m not kidding,\u201d she says, her voice stern.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cTrust me, Goldilocks, if I could have gotten that past your warrior she-devil, I would have.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Her eyes narrow, but I see a little twitch at the corner of her mouth so I forge ahead, making a mental note to invest in handcuffs and a flogger. Or six.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe duration is for approximately the next four months. Ten hours a week, maybe more, maybe less, depending on my schedule. You may be required to travel and you will be available at all times when I need you, day or night. You will attend social events, fundraisers, business dinners, and family functions. You will be photographed and it\u2019s only fair to warn you, you will likely be hounded by the press but I\u2019ll try to shield you as much as possible.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She regards me quietly. I wish I could tell what\u2019s spinning around in that pretty little head of hers. A corner of my mouth tips when she says, \u201cReelection is just around the corner.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Not a question and I don\u2019t answer, but score another point for her.<\/p>\n<p>For not the first time I wonder if this little plan of Noah\u2019s will backfire, taking us all down in a curl of hot flames. She figured out what I was doing within two minutes. Lianna would be a far safer, more believable choice. But there\u2019s also an undeniable, powerfully charged connection between us that will be hard for people to refute.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAnd what is my role, specifically?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Deciding I don\u2019t care if this entire thing blows up in my face because that means I won\u2019t get what I want\u2014which is her\u2014I stand and step around the table, holding out my hand.<\/p>\n<p>When she tentatively sets hers in mine, I help her up and wrap one arm around her waist.<\/p>\n<p>Pulling her close, I relish in the hitch of her breath. Cupping her cheek, I savor the baby-fine skin under the pad of my thumb. I take a deep breath, drinking in her delicately floral scent. She\u2019s intoxicating and my head is already spinning.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d she whispers, her small hands going to my chest.<\/p>\n<p>Dipping my head, I trail my nose along her jaw, stopping so my lips brush her ear. \u201cMaking sure we have chemistry.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She mutters a curse under her breath I know I\u2019m not meant to hear before stuttering, \u201cWh\u2026why?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Fuck, if she only knew the dirty things running through my head right now.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBecause, my wide-eyed little pretty, you\u2019re going to play my new love interest. My girlfriend. My <em>serious<\/em> girlfriend.\u201d I emphasize the word so she understands what she\u2019s getting herself into. I won\u2019t pay her to be in my bed but that doesn\u2019t mean she won\u2019t end up there anyway.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2026I haven\u2019t agreed to anything yet.\u201d Her breathlessness is testing me and she\u2019s only about half an inch away from finding out exactly how much.<\/p>\n<p>Walking into this meeting, I had already agreed to what I thought was a generous offer with her boss, madam, keeper, whatever she\u2019s called. But after the last fifteen minutes, I\u2019ve decided I will pay whatever it takes to have her. To own her. I think I would give away my own soul.<\/p>\n<p>Framing her face with both hands now, I lean in until my mouth is a hairsbreadth from hers. Her eyes fall to my lips. I feel her wariness, but I also feel her hunger. She parts her lips and I watch with a deep ache in my groin as her tongue darts out to moisten them in anticipation of my kiss.<\/p>\n<p>I restrain from slamming my mouth to hers, taking what I want. What she wants me to take, regardless of how she\u2019s trying to refute me.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBut you will. Everyone has a price, <em>Summer<\/em>. What\u2019s yours?\u201d<\/p>\n<p><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-13248\" src=\"https:\/\/obsessedwithmyshelf.files.wordpress.com\/2017\/02\/16776907_685124031649126_1004284463_o.jpg?resize=474%2C247\" alt=\"16776907_685124031649126_1004284463_o\" width=\"474\" height=\"247\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>About the Author: <\/strong><\/p>\n<p>As a USA Today Bestselling author, I write stories that are deeply emotional with flawed characters, because humans ARE flawed and if we read about perfect characters living in their perfect world, first of all, snoozer, but secondly, we never experience the gratification of redemption.<\/p>\n<p>Outside of writing, I\u2019m just a regular ol\u2019 Midwest girl who likes Game of Thrones and am obsessed with Modern Family and The Goldbergs. I run, I eat, I run, I eat. It\u2019s a vicous cycle. I love carbs, but there\u2019s love-hate relationship with my ass and thighs. Mostly hate. I like a good cocktail (oh hell\u2026who am I kidding? I love any cocktail). I\u2019m a huge creature of habit, but I\u2019ll tell you I\u2019m flexible. I read every single day and if I don\u2019t get a chance\u2026watch the hell out. My iPad and me: BFFs. I\u2019m direct and I make no apologies for it. I swear too much. I love alternative music and in my next life I want to be a bad-ass female rocker. I hate, hate, hate spiders, telemarketers, liver, acne, winter and loose hairs that fall down my shirt (don\u2019t ask, it\u2019s a thing).<\/p>\n<p><strong>AUTHOR LINKS<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Facebook: <a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/pages\/KL-Kreig\/808927362462053\">https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/pages\/KL-Kreig\/808927362462053<br \/>\n<\/a>Facebook Group: <a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/groups\/646655825434751\/\">https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/groups\/646655825434751\/<br \/>\n<\/a>Website: <a href=\"http:\/\/klkreig.com\/\">http:\/\/klkreig.com<br \/>\n<\/a>Goodreads: <a href=\"https:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/author\/show\/9845429.K_L_Kreig\">https:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/author\/show\/9845429.K_L_Kreig<br \/>\n<\/a>Twitter: <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/klkreig\">https:\/\/twitter.com\/klkreig<br \/>\n<\/a>Instagram: <a href=\"https:\/\/www.instagram.com\/klkreig\/\">https:\/\/www.instagram.com\/klkreig\/<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Lost in Between by KL Kreig is LIVE! &#8220;Clear a space on the top shelf of book boyfriends\u2026.there\u2019s a new man claiming a top spot and his name is Shaw Mercer.&#8221; &#8211; Totally Booked Blog BUY NOW Amazon US: http:\/\/amzn.to\/2jrcvHk Amazon UK: goo.gl\/mbEQTt Amazon CA: goo.gl\/2NwFgK Amazon AU: goo.gl\/naMzS8 Kobo: goo.gl\/7kEB1A iBooks: http:\/\/apple.co\/2lktls8 Nook: http:\/\/bit.ly\/2k3eldb &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=17720\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">#WOTR #Review &#8211; Lost in Between by KL Kreig<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17720","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/paSW8H-4BO","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17720","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=17720"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17720\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17721,"href":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17720\/revisions\/17721"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=17720"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=17720"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=17720"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}