Found in Us by Layla Hagen
(Lost #2)
Publication date: July 24th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
**This can be read as a STANDALONE. The second book in the Lost series tells Jessica and Parker’s story.**
All Jessica wants -as a college graduate — is to be a good girl. She landed the job of her dreams at a museum and is trying to eliminate temptations. No more short skirts (when she can help it). No wild parties. And no men.
She particularly excels at that last thing. . .
Until her path crosses Parker’s. Again. Jessica remembers the last time their paths crossed very well. She was left with a seriously bruised ego. She knows it would be best to avoid him altogether. But the charming Brit makes it hard for her to elude his electrifying pull. He is as irresistible as he is captivating.
And enigmatic.
Because underneath the sleek Armani suit and the sweet British accent that makes her crave his touch, Parker isn’t the perfect gentleman everyone thinks he is.
He’s exactly what Jessica doesn’t want, but desperately needs.
A bad, bad boy.
All Jessica wants -as a college graduate — is to be a good girl. She landed the job of her dreams at a museum and is trying to eliminate temptations. No more short skirts (when she can help it). No wild parties. And no men.
She particularly excels at that last thing. . .
Until her path crosses Parker’s. Again. Jessica remembers the last time their paths crossed very well. She was left with a seriously bruised ego. She knows it would be best to avoid him altogether. But the charming Brit makes it hard for her to elude his electrifying pull. He is as irresistible as he is captivating.
And enigmatic.
Because underneath the sleek Armani suit and the sweet British accent that makes her crave his touch, Parker isn’t the perfect gentleman everyone thinks he is.
He’s exactly what Jessica doesn’t want, but desperately needs.
A bad, bad boy.
Excerpt:
I
decide to use the dress as an excuse to leave early. To my dismay,
Parker is leaning against the wall farther down the corridor, one or
two turns away from the entrance to the bar. His eyes rest on the
stain on my dress for a few seconds and my cheeks flare up instantly.
I'm sure he can see the redness in them even in the dim light.
"I
have to go," I say. "My dress is soaked."
"I'll
drive you home," he says, walking toward me.
"No,
you just got here. I'm sure you and Dani have lots to talk about."
I actually take a step back, only to hit the wall behind me.
"I'd
just drop you off and return. Are you afraid of being alone with me,
Jessica?"
"No
. . . it's just not necessary. I can take a cab."
"What
are you afraid of?" he insists, stepping right in front of me.
"That I'll try to seduce you and take you to bed? Do I really
strike you like that kind of guy?"
Every
inch of my body commands me to say yes. In my experience, men who
don't look even half as godlike as he does are after one thing only.
But his humiliating rejection all those months ago proves he isn't
one of them. And nothing I've seen or heard about him indicated he’s
a womanizer. But being so close to him makes it impossible to think
rationally.
I
push him away, but with one swing he grabs both my hands and pins
them against the wall above me. His lips are inches away from mine,
the fingers of his free hand tracing the contour of my lips, leaving
a trail of fire behind them. He's so close to me that I can feel
every single hot breath against my lips. He locks eyes with me, and
it's the sight of his blue eyes boring into mine—more than his
proximity and his touch—that sets me on fire, causing an almost
unbearable pressure between my thighs.
He
trails his fingers from my lips down to my chin and then slowly over
my neck. I bite my lip when he presses gently with his thumb on the
hollow of my neck, then proceeds with his torture farther down. His
fingers peruse the hem of my neckline, at the exact point where the
soaked fabric of the dress meets my skin, then slip under the fabric.
Just a fraction of an inch.
Not
enough to actually touch my breast.
But
more than enough to send me over the edge.
"Damn
you, Parker, kiss me," I whisper. He doesn't answer, the corner
of his lips lifting in a delicious smile as he removes his hand from
my neckline, letting it fall by his side. His eyes never leave mine.
I wait, sucking in my breath, for him to lean forward and kiss me.
After what feels like hours, he finally leans forward and kisses me.
On
my goddamn forehead.
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AUTHOR BIO
My name is Layla Hagen and I am a New Adult Contemporary Romance author.
I fell in love with books when I was nine years old, and my love affair with stories continues even now, many years later.
I write romantic stories and can’t wait to share them with the world.
And I drink coffee. Lots of it, in case the photo didn’t make it obvious enough
I fell in love with books when I was nine years old, and my love affair with stories continues even now, many years later.
I write romantic stories and can’t wait to share them with the world.
And I drink coffee. Lots of it, in case the photo didn’t make it obvious enough
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