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.
Releasing
April 7, 2014
NOTE: This is a "New Adult" novel. Due to mature content this title is recommended for ages 17+
Synopsis: The last thing I remember is having drinks at Brady’s and trying to avoid eye-contact with my life-long crush—the gorgeous, unattainable Maximilian Hallowell. They tell me that was a year ago, but I have no memories of anything since then. What I do have is this ring on my finger that Max says he gave me, and this much-thinner body I’ve dreamed of most of my life. Aside from a case of retrograde amnesia, everything seems almost...perfect.
But the deeper I immerse myself into this new world of mine—planning a wedding to a man I don't remember dating, attempting to run a business I don't remember starting—the clearer it becomes that nothing is as it seems. Do I have the life I’ve always wanted or is it a facade propped up by secrets I don't even know I have?
I need answers before I marry Max, and the only person who seems to have them is the angry, tatted, sexy-as-sin rocker Nate Crane. And Nate wants me for himself.
Lost in Me is not a standalone novel, as the story continues in Here and Now book two, FALL TO YOU, releasing in June.
I JUST finished reading this one over the weekend and WOW... Okay, I liked it. It was pretty good. Had some nice twists and turns and I liked the characters... at least for the most part. And that ending. June is way, WAY too far away to wait to find out what's going to happen next. Lexi, you're killing me!
Excerpt from LOST IN ME
“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
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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