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Lost in Between (Finding Me #1) by K.L. Kreig
TITLE: Lost in Between
SERIES: (Finding Me #1)
AUTHOR: K.L. Kreig
GENRE: Contemporary Romance
RELEASE DATE: February 20th, 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.
This is the second book I’ve read by this author. Black Swan being the first which I absolutely loved and couldn’t wait to get my grabby little hands on this to see what kind of journey she was going to take us on.
LOST IN BETWEEN: This is spoken in 'Dual Perspectives'
A day that goes from bad to worse, from a flatmate meltdown, to a mother that’s suffering from Alzheimer’s, things needing to be fixed in the family home to being rear ended by a hot arrogant bastard whilst stopped at red lights has twenty-six year old Willow at her wits end.
During the day Willow has a audiobooks narration business that’s just starting to take off and a high scale escort at ‘La Dolce Vita’ as Summer when the occasion is required until she can build up her business enough where she won’t need the extra money this brings in.
We look pretty, we adorn our clients, we dote, we mingle, we act the part we’re given, and we go home at the end of the ‘date’ a few hundred or thousand dollars richer, with our legs shut and our pride intact.
With an ailing mother and bills piling up with all that comes with a sick mother in care Willow Blackwell needs a lot of money to keep her head above water and thirty six year old Shaw Mercer Seattle’s unattached golden boy the man who rear ended her car is just the man who can give it to her. He needs a girlfriend. A fake one that will get dysfunctional family off his back and as a favour from his father. One that will be on call for the next 4 months for the amount of two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.
The 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.
In the beginning I wasn’t really feeling it, was just a wee bit drawn out I felt, but once I reached the part of the actual signing of their binding contract was when it started to all click into place for me and that where I connected with the storyline and the characters.
Four months of my life is a small price to pay to get out from under this financial stress plaguing me. If Shaw wants to pay me a stupid amount of money to play his girl friend, I will take it and walk away with a clean conscience when our contract ends.
The connection, the undeniable attraction, the heat, the sexual appetite these two encountered had me devouring the pages. A slow burn romance. HOT HOT HOT!!
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?
Lines got crossed very very quickly, what was meant to be fake turned very real in a matter of moments. Hearts on the line.
When their four months are up are they both left intact to walk away or have they both fallen further than they realised?
You may own my time. You may own how I dress, how I act, what I say, where I go. But to own is to possess. And I am no man’s possession.
How this ended has me craving, needing, wanting the next instalment of this..