Book One of Duet – Steamy with a yummy alpha male!
Reviewed by Gitte & Jenny
4.5 steamy stars
‘…if loving someone – anyone – eventually leads to heartbreak, loss, and mourning, why do we do it? Why do we continue to let people into our lives, our hearts? Steal our very soul out from under us before we realize a vital piece of us is forever missing?’
Clear a space on the top shelf of book boyfriends….there’s a new man claiming a top spot and his name is Shaw Mercer. Bloody Nora, this man had us coming….over…..all unnecessary! We had a feeling we’d love Lost in Between but we had no idea how much until we’d finished, hungrily turning to that last page. Lost in Between is not only sexy and extremely hot, it’s emotional, funny, vulnerable and very clever at times. KL Kreig’s writing is fabulous and her story intriguing and sexy. As far as erotic novel’s go, with a dominant alpha male hero, this is one that hits that spot. We were in the mood for a hot steamy read and that’s just what we got.
‘I’ve decided I will pay whatever it takes to have her. To own her. I think I would give away my own soul.’
For us, this read like an erotic version of the movie Pretty Woman, and we loved that angst that came with the reluctance of giving your heart to another, in fear of breaking and losing your soul. The characters each vulnerable and fearful of their own limitations, whilst displaying their each individual strengths. Living in pretence and hiding their pasts unable to show their true selves.
‘The only thing available on my menu is pleasure. Immense, intense, unimaginable fucking pleasure.’
Shaw Mercer needs a girlfriend and Willow Blackwell needs money, both for reasons out of their control. Their story starts with a crash and develops into quite the sexy and emotional ride. Guarded and reluctant, Shaw and Willow try to deny this intense chemistry that literally sizzles across the pages. Extreme in character there’s never a dull moment and things aren’t always what they seem to be. So much secrecy as well as a twist or two.
‘I want to be someone’s life. I want to be their breath. I want to be their very fucking sustenance.’
We did have one issue and it’s a pet peeve so we have to mention it as it sadly took us out of the story and it was so unnecessary. We wish Authors wouldn’t use other books or book characters in their story, especially incredibly popular ones with specific connotations. It takes us out of the book we are reading and we find ourselves having to get back into it. It’s not necessary and in this case it was such a shame as this story stands just fine on its own two feet without it. Despite this, in a market with copious erotic alpha male books, KL Kreig wrote with a unique flair and originality which made us fall in love and lust. We can’t wait for the second and last instalment in this fabulous duet.
“You feel this thing between us just as much as I do. It’s not going away. It’s going to spread and thicken until it consumes us both, burning so fucking hot and strong it will never be extinguished.”
EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT FROM LOST IN BETWEEN
“You look edible,” I whisper, grazing my lips against her cheek.
“Thank you, Drive By.” She doesn’t flinch when I snake my arm around her waist and pull her close, my mouth purposely lingering against her warm flesh for another couple beats.
Yes, motherfuckers, I’m staking my claim, even if it is only temporary.
I reluctantly loosen my hold and pull out a chair to my right, getting her settled before taking my own seat again. Tonight is our first official public outing since she was at my home five days ago. Just a simple dinner. But I’ve made sure it’s a well-known, exclusive haunt not too far from city hall.
Our waitress is Johnny-on-the-spot and has her drink order before I can even ask her how her week has been, which surprisingly I really want the answer to.
“How was your week, Goldilocks?” I quirk my lips when her nose crinkles.
“Are you always going to call me that?”
“What?” I feign, holding my full smile in check. I have no idea why I derive so much enjoyment from getting under her skin because that is not who I am at all. That’s more Noah’s shtick. But I do. Enormously. She is so damn easy to rile, and I love to watch her fire burn. Every poke I make loosens those petrified ashes a bit more so I can fully expose the sleeping volcano underneath.
“You know what. Goldilocks?” She looks so fucking cute with her brows raised and an I’m waiting look on her face. I want to laugh.
“I already told you, Goldilocks, it’s my pet name. So, yes, I do plan on calling you that.”
“It’s stupid,” she laments quietly, breaking eye contact as she places the black cloth napkin on her lap and picks up her menu. I don’t believe she really thinks that, though I’m not about to argue. I grew up with three women. I learned to pick my battles.
“Maybe if you’d give me your real name, I would use it less.”
At that, her brilliant blue eyes snap back to me.
“Did you talk to Ms. Deveraux?” I ask pointedly, holding her glower.
“Yes,” she replies after a brief hesitation.
“And, what?” She lowers the menu, giving me all her attention.
“And, what did you decide?”
Biting her lip she looks away, breathing deeply. The waitress interrupts with her glass of red wine but is quickly gone when my stare conveys we need more time. After she takes a sip, her attention returns to me.
“A name is power.”
I’m taken aback, confused. “Power? A name is just a name, Goldilocks.”
“No.” She shakes her head adamantly. “No, it’s more than that, Shaw. It’s giving up control. It’s sharing a piece of yourself that’s only yours to give away. It’s a connection that ties humans together. It’s intimate, even. You curse a name on a roar or whisper it on a breath. You cry it out of unimaginable agony or sheer ecstasy. You use my name and the dynamics between us will shift. This”—she waves her finger back and forth—“becomes personal instead of professional.”
She is an amazing creature. Each enlightening word drew me in further. My beautiful sprite holds a chasm of hurt inside that’s so full it practically bleeds from her pores, so she tightly clutches the reins of every shred of control she can, no matter how small.
And while her little theory has some merit and may be quite necessary in her job, the problem with applying it to us is that in the short time we’ve known each other, we’ve rocketed well past arm’s length. This already is personal. I know it. She knows it. She just doesn’t want to acknowledge it, and I’m not sure why.
Leaning close, I palm her cheek. My thumb moves reflexively in circles across her soft skin. I want to kiss her. I want to fucking inhale her. In a low voice, I tell her, “I know you don’t want to believe this, sweetheart, but regardless of whether I know your real name or not, I assure you my feelings for you are entirely unprofessional.”
TBB ALSO RECOMMENDS THE BLACK SWAN AFFAIR by K.L. KREIG
A 5 Star standalone breathlessly beautiful, angsty and passionate love story.
‘Where Killian is ruthless, Kael is compassionate. Kael is outgoing and chatty, Killian more reserved. He’s serious to Kael’s fun loving personality. And where Killian would apparently do anything for himself, Kael would do anything for me.’