SNEAK PEEK
Lost in Me is the first book in the Here and Now series, a spin-off of the New
York Times and USA Today bestselling New Hope series. This sexy amnesia
love triangle is intended for mature readers.
Lost in Me is the first book in the Here and Now series, a spin-off of the New
York Times and USA Today bestselling New Hope series. This sexy amnesia
love triangle is intended for mature readers.
Releasing April 7, 2014
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“You don’t understand what this is like. Not remembering? I’m planning a
wedding to this man I’ve wanted most of my life. Don’t I owe it to him—don’t I
owe it to myself—to have the truth out there before we promise until death do us
part?”
Even in the moonlight, I can see the pain in his eyes.
“I just need answers.” I lift my chin and move toward the back wall of the
house, toward him. Immediately, I regret the decision because his lips curve into
a wicked smile and he closes what distance is left between us. “I need the truth,” I
whisper weakly.
“The truth? Is that what you really want, angel?” His deep voice dances over
my skin like a caress. A little tender. A lot wicked.
I can’t reply. I’m too busy holding my breath. Too deep of an inhale might
brush my breasts against his chest, and I’m afraid to touch him. Afraid of what it
might make me feel.
As if he can read my mind, he takes another step closer, and when I step to
the side to turn away, I’m against the wall and his body is against mine, his hot
breath at my ear.
“Do you want to know what it was like between us?” he whispers.
“Yes.”
I realize my mistake when a groan rumbles from his chest. “Should I start
with how wet you were every time I touched you? Or maybe how you begged me
that first night?”
“I didn’t.”
“Have you been telling yourself some wicked rocker seduced you? That I
tricked you into my bed? Sorry. You asked for the truth. You begged. Right there
outside the club, you begged me until I ripped your panties off and you were too
busy biting my neck to talk anymore. Is that what you’re hoping to remember?
How you wanted me so badly you let me finger you out in the open, against that
building where anyone could have seen?”
My breathing is uneven, my cheeks hot. When I press into his chest to put
some distance between us, my traitorous hands curl into his shirt instead.
He makes a low growling sound at the back of his throat. His teeth nip at my
earlobe. Lightning cracks in the sky behind him. “You might have forgotten me,
but you still like dirty talk, don’t you? And maybe if I made you come now, you’d
still scream my name. Because you always screamed my name, Hanna. Never his.”
I gasp. “You are horrible.”
“What are you really upset about? That you wanted me? Or that even as you
stand here wearing his ring, you’re secretly hoping I’ll tell you about it. Secretly
wishing you could remember all the details.”
LOST IN ME © Lexi Ryan, 2014
wedding to this man I’ve wanted most of my life. Don’t I owe it to him—don’t I
owe it to myself—to have the truth out there before we promise until death do us
part?”
Even in the moonlight, I can see the pain in his eyes.
“I just need answers.” I lift my chin and move toward the back wall of the
house, toward him. Immediately, I regret the decision because his lips curve into
a wicked smile and he closes what distance is left between us. “I need the truth,” I
whisper weakly.
“The truth? Is that what you really want, angel?” His deep voice dances over
my skin like a caress. A little tender. A lot wicked.
I can’t reply. I’m too busy holding my breath. Too deep of an inhale might
brush my breasts against his chest, and I’m afraid to touch him. Afraid of what it
might make me feel.
As if he can read my mind, he takes another step closer, and when I step to
the side to turn away, I’m against the wall and his body is against mine, his hot
breath at my ear.
“Do you want to know what it was like between us?” he whispers.
“Yes.”
I realize my mistake when a groan rumbles from his chest. “Should I start
with how wet you were every time I touched you? Or maybe how you begged me
that first night?”
“I didn’t.”
“Have you been telling yourself some wicked rocker seduced you? That I
tricked you into my bed? Sorry. You asked for the truth. You begged. Right there
outside the club, you begged me until I ripped your panties off and you were too
busy biting my neck to talk anymore. Is that what you’re hoping to remember?
How you wanted me so badly you let me finger you out in the open, against that
building where anyone could have seen?”
My breathing is uneven, my cheeks hot. When I press into his chest to put
some distance between us, my traitorous hands curl into his shirt instead.
He makes a low growling sound at the back of his throat. His teeth nip at my
earlobe. Lightning cracks in the sky behind him. “You might have forgotten me,
but you still like dirty talk, don’t you? And maybe if I made you come now, you’d
still scream my name. Because you always screamed my name, Hanna. Never his.”
I gasp. “You are horrible.”
“What are you really upset about? That you wanted me? Or that even as you
stand here wearing his ring, you’re secretly hoping I’ll tell you about it. Secretly
wishing you could remember all the details.”
LOST IN ME © Lexi Ryan, 2014
“You don’t understand what this is like. Not remembering? I’m planning a
wedding to this man I’ve wanted most of my life. Don’t I owe it to him—don’t I
owe it to myself—to have the truth out there before we promise until death do us
part?”
Even in the moonlight, I can see the pain in his eyes.
“I just need answers.” I lift my chin and move toward the back wall of the
house, toward him. Immediately, I regret the decision because his lips curve into
a wicked smile and he closes what distance is left between us. “I need the truth,” I
whisper weakly.
“The truth? Is that what you really want, angel?” His deep voice dances over
my skin like a caress. A little tender. A lot wicked.
I can’t reply. I’m too busy holding my breath. Too deep of an inhale might
brush my breasts against his chest, and I’m afraid to touch him. Afraid of what it
might make me feel.
As if he can read my mind, he takes another step closer, and when I step to
the side to turn away, I’m against the wall and his body is against mine, his hot
breath at my ear.
“Do you want to know what it was like between us?” he whispers.
“Yes.”
I realize my mistake when a groan rumbles from his chest. “Should I start
with how wet you were every time I touched you? Or maybe how you begged me
that first night?”
“I didn’t.”
“Have you been telling yourself some wicked rocker seduced you? That I
tricked you into my bed? Sorry. You asked for the truth. You begged. Right there
outside the club, you begged me until I ripped your panties off and you were too
busy biting my neck to talk anymore. Is that what you’re hoping to remember?
How you wanted me so badly you let me finger you out in the open, against that
building where anyone could have seen?”
My breathing is uneven, my cheeks hot. When I press into his chest to put
some distance between us, my traitorous hands curl into his shirt instead.
He makes a low growling sound at the back of his throat. His teeth nip at my
earlobe. Lightning cracks in the sky behind him. “You might have forgotten me,
but you still like dirty talk, don’t you? And maybe if I made you come now, you’d
still scream my name. Because you always screamed my name, Hanna. Never his.”
I gasp. “You are horrible.”
“What are you really upset about? That you wanted me? Or that even as you
stand here wearing his ring, you’re secretly hoping I’ll tell you about it. Secretly
wishing you could remember all the details.”
LOST IN ME © Lexi Ryan, 2014
wedding to this man I’ve wanted most of my life. Don’t I owe it to him—don’t I
owe it to myself—to have the truth out there before we promise until death do us
part?”
Even in the moonlight, I can see the pain in his eyes.
“I just need answers.” I lift my chin and move toward the back wall of the
house, toward him. Immediately, I regret the decision because his lips curve into
a wicked smile and he closes what distance is left between us. “I need the truth,” I
whisper weakly.
“The truth? Is that what you really want, angel?” His deep voice dances over
my skin like a caress. A little tender. A lot wicked.
I can’t reply. I’m too busy holding my breath. Too deep of an inhale might
brush my breasts against his chest, and I’m afraid to touch him. Afraid of what it
might make me feel.
As if he can read my mind, he takes another step closer, and when I step to
the side to turn away, I’m against the wall and his body is against mine, his hot
breath at my ear.
“Do you want to know what it was like between us?” he whispers.
“Yes.”
I realize my mistake when a groan rumbles from his chest. “Should I start
with how wet you were every time I touched you? Or maybe how you begged me
that first night?”
“I didn’t.”
“Have you been telling yourself some wicked rocker seduced you? That I
tricked you into my bed? Sorry. You asked for the truth. You begged. Right there
outside the club, you begged me until I ripped your panties off and you were too
busy biting my neck to talk anymore. Is that what you’re hoping to remember?
How you wanted me so badly you let me finger you out in the open, against that
building where anyone could have seen?”
My breathing is uneven, my cheeks hot. When I press into his chest to put
some distance between us, my traitorous hands curl into his shirt instead.
He makes a low growling sound at the back of his throat. His teeth nip at my
earlobe. Lightning cracks in the sky behind him. “You might have forgotten me,
but you still like dirty talk, don’t you? And maybe if I made you come now, you’d
still scream my name. Because you always screamed my name, Hanna. Never his.”
I gasp. “You are horrible.”
“What are you really upset about? That you wanted me? Or that even as you
stand here wearing his ring, you’re secretly hoping I’ll tell you about it. Secretly
wishing you could remember all the details.”
LOST IN ME © Lexi Ryan, 2014
About the Author
Once a college English professor, I now write full time. I live in rural Indiana,
where, when I'm not writing, I get to hang out with my husband and two kids--a
six-year-old boy and a two-year-old hellion, er, girl. Not surprisingly, reading and
writing remain my favorite activities, though both come in bits and pieces these
days, not the big hunks of time I enjoyed before I had children. When I'm feeling
virtuous, I like to go running (I use that word liberally. I'm really, really slow)
or do yoga. Don't worry, I'm always careful to balance out such activities with a
hearty serving of ice cream or a chocolate martini.
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Once a college English professor, I now write full time. I live in rural Indiana,
where, when I'm not writing, I get to hang out with my husband and two kids--a
six-year-old boy and a two-year-old hellion, er, girl. Not surprisingly, reading and
writing remain my favorite activities, though both come in bits and pieces these
days, not the big hunks of time I enjoyed before I had children. When I'm feeling
virtuous, I like to go running (I use that word liberally. I'm really, really slow)
or do yoga. Don't worry, I'm always careful to balance out such activities with a
hearty serving of ice cream or a chocolate martini.
Website | Facebook | Twitter
Direct links if needed:
iBookstore - https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/lost-in-me/id829674312?mt=11&uo=4
Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20872079-lost-in-me
Website – http://lexiryan.com/
Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/lexiryan
Twitter – https://twitter.com/writerlexiryan
AToMR – http://atomrtours.com