Release Day Blitz: Lost by Layla Hagen


**Lost is a prequel novella to Lost in Us and can be read before or after. **

Whatever might help him forget his past and numb the pain, James has tried it all: booze, car races, fights, and then some. Especially women. College offers plenty of opportunities for everything. . . Especially when you have a trust fund to spend.

Serena spirals deeper and deeper into a hurricane of pain. But no matter how far she falls, there’s no redemption from the overwhelming guilt. 

Two souls consumed by their pasts fight to learn how to survive. But all hope seems to be lost. 
Until they meet each other.
When the speech starts, something about her voice is not
right. But when I look up from the brochure, I forget about her voice
altogether.

Her eyes.
I know that look in them. Haunted and lost.
I sit up straight in my seat and tune in to her speech. I
frown as I start to pay attention to what she says. She has some kind of notes
in front of her, but she’s not reading them. I don’t think she’s saying what
she’s written on them at all. She speaks of hardship, loss, and the ability to
put everything behind through hard work. I have a hunch she’s referring to
something more than what’s happening here today. Her porcelain skin gets paler
with every word. Her eyes become glassy before long, and then she tucks a
strand of black hair behind her ear. I’m sure as hell she wiped away a tear.
No.
Someone like her shouldn’t be crying. Hurting.
I suddenly have the urge to hold her, do whatever it takes
to stop what is hurting her. Make that look in her eyes disappear, and make her
smile instead.
It’s an urge I don’t recognize.
I also have another urge. I recognize this one. The urge to
bite that full lower lip of hers, and run my tongue down her neck, all the way
to that sweet hollow. And then rip her shirt. Button by button. Better, even.
Rip them apart all at once and cup her breasts. Twirl my tongue around her
nipples.
Fuck.
I’ve got to get a grip. I’m so aroused I’d like nothing
better than to disappear with her into an empty classroom. But I don’t think
she’s the type. Her skirt is a few inches too long for her to be that type.
Even if she were . . . I’d like to do things a little
differently than usual.
First, I’d put a smile on her face.
Then I’d get her to beg me to take her.
When everyone applauds and she leaves the stage, I stand up
and walk to the front, planning to start the first thing right away. After she
shakes the parents’ hands, and hugs one of the girls who won, she stops in
front of a guy who puts his arm around her waist and kisses her.
On her lips.
The view hits me like a whiplash. Of course she has a
boyfriend. It’s not like she would wait for me, the biggest fuck-up among
fuck-ups, to make her smile. She already has someone who can make her smile.

Except
she’s not smiling. After they break from the kiss, her expression hasn’t
changed. Whatever causes her torment, the idiot she’s with has no idea how to
make it better. Someone like her should always smile. She deserves someone who
can make her smile. And this idiot is far from what she needs. 

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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
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