Whispers in the Dark by K.I. Lynn
Genre: Contemporary Romance Erotica, Short Story
Release Date: 9/15/13
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A power outage leaves Mia Harmon stuck alone in the dark with no source of light except her cell phone. Frightened, she heads to a neighbor to ask for a light. Tristan, the new guy in 7D, is more than willing to help her out. A bad day turns into a night where Mia ends up getting much more than she bargained for.
My Thoughts:
This book was playful, steamy and very very short. I enjoyed seeing the instant connection between the two. This is one of those books that if you got a short amount of time to spend looking for a quick read, this would be it. It only took me like 30 or so minutes. My only problem was that I wanted more of everything. Other then that I really enjoyed this book.
“Fuck,”
I groaned, staring at the sign hanging on the elevator that read “Out
of Order” and almost burst into tears.
It
was a crappy day that was only getting worse with each passing hour.
I figured standing drenched in the rain was the icing on the cake,
but no, I was wrong.
With
a heavy sigh, and an even heavier bag on my shoulder and one in my
hand, I took the first step in my seven-flight journey up to my
floor. At about four floors, I had to take a break, so I threw my
bags down on the landing and sat of the bottom step of the next
floor. I closed my eyes, resting my head on my arms that were crossed
on my lap.
My
shoulders ached, my head ached worse, and I was soaking wet from head
to toe. So exhausted, I was close to curling up on the floor and
sleeping there, and would have if I wasn’t already freezing—the
stairwell wasn’t temperature controlled.
“Need
some help?” an unfamiliar male voice asked.
I
didn’t look up—I didn’t care who it was. A minute of rest was
all I needed to carry on. That, and the knowledge that a hot shower
awaited me as soon as I finished the remaining three flights.
“No,
I’m fine. I just need a minute.” I gave him a thumbs-up and hoped
he would carry on.
“Are
you sure?” he questioned again, real concern evident in his voice.
I
took a deep breath and raised my head. My eyes widened as I looked at
the stranger in front of me. His leather jacket was riddled with
water droplets, his brown hair flattened on his head and soaked to
the roots. His light green eyes drew me in like a beacon in the dark.
I’d never seen him before, which was odd, because I knew almost
everyone in the building. We often held parties on the rooftop
garden, and I would have remembered seeing a gorgeous guy like him,
even soaking wet.
Strong
jaw, sharp cheek bones, and a fit physique—yeah, I would have
remembered him.
“Who
are you?” The words shot out, and I slapped my hand over my mouth.
He let out a chuckle, exposing a perfect set of white teeth. “I
mean... You must be new?”
“Yeah,
I am. Tristan.” He held out his hand, and I took it.
I
wanted to lick any part of him, but I’d settle on his hand for now…
he was that hot.
“Mia.”
His
hand was large, warm, and rough. Add that to the sexy vibe I was
getting, and images of the two of us naked popped in my head.
“Nice
to meet you, Mia.”
I
nodded and stared back at him unblinking, the visions still dancing
in my head the more I stared into his eyes.
“Going
to need that hand back.” His gaze moved down to where our hands
were still connected. I didn’t even realize I hadn’t let go. Dear
Lord, I wasn’t drooling, was I?
“You
sure?” I smiled up at him, trying to make light of the situation
and not make myself out to be some strange psycho.
He
let out a deep chuckle. “For a little while, but then you can have
it back.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
My
whole body felt colder when I let go. I didn’t realize his presence
had beaten back some of my gloom, which returned in full force.
“So,
are you going to be okay if I leave?”
I
rolled my eyes at him. “I’ll be fine. It’s just been a really
crappy day.”
“It
can’t be all bad.”
“Yeah?
Why is that?”
He
grinned. “You met me.” My head tilted back in laughter as
he stepped up and past me. “See you around, Mia.”
“Better.
I’ll be searching out that hand.”
He
stopped on the stair just above me, his tongue peeking out to lick
his lips. “You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?”
I
shrugged my shoulders. “That’s what my dad used to say.”
Tristan
nodded. “Oh, he was right.”
After
the sound of his footsteps retreated, my hand reached up to fan my
face. I hadn’t been that bold in…months. Not since the night my
best friend Casey and I had a little too much to drink at the martini
bar down the street.
I
took a deep breath and gathered my strength. The call from my shower
was growing, and I still had a few flights of stairs to go. With my
bags in hand, I finished the climb of doom.
The
end was nigh. The bright red door with gold painted 7C was within my
sight, and my heart and body sang. It was a bit off key, and more
like wailing cats, but in no way reduced the euphoria of finally
being home.
Until
I realized my key was not in hand.
I
leaned forward, whimpering as my forehead came to rest against the
old wooden gate to my apartment. The bags slipped from my grip,
landing on the floor.
“Oh,
enough with the dramatics, Mia. It was only seven floors,” the
familiar voice of my neighbor said as she walked past.
“Bad
day, Lena.”
Her
keys jingled as she pulled them out. “I can tell. That peroxide was
left on a little too long.”
“I’m
sticking my tongue out—you just can’t see it. But I bet you can
see this.” I stuck my arm out and flipped her the bird.
She
laughed. “Find your fucking keys, girl.” The door creaked open.
“Oh, and don’t forget we’re meeting up for dinner tomorrow
night.”
“Six?”
“Yup,
now get inside. If I come out here in five minutes and you’re still
standing there, I’m going to throw your bags down a flight of
stairs.”
I
whimpered at the thought of climbing even one more step.
“That’s
what I thought.” Her door slammed shut behind her, and my eyes
stared down at my feet, locating my purse. I found my keys and
unlocked the door before stepping in.
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