Lost Souls Found (Requiem Inc. #2) by Kris T. Bethke
Cover Art:Aaron Anderson
Sales Links: Dreamspinner Press
Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words is happy to host Kris T. Bethke here today, talking about her latest release Lost Souls Found. Welcome, Kris.
Hey there! I’m Kris T. Bethke, and I’ve stopped in today to bring you an exclusive excerpt of my new book, which releases tomorrow. Lost Souls Found is the second book in my Requiem Inc series. Thanks for taking a second to check it out!
Dying is all in a day’s work. Love is more dangerous.
Ghostwalker Sam Jones has been half in love with Michael King since he started working at Requiem Inc. But Michael is his boss and a Guardian, to boot. Sam thinks they could make it work anyway, but Michael uses his position and his age to keep Sam at arm’s length.
When Sam continues to volunteer for the most dangerous cases, Michael has to intervene. He tells himself he’s just doing his job, but he’s always seen Sam as more than another operative, and he can’t bear the thought of not taking his chance. The connection between them has been strong from the beginning, and Michael’s telepathy adds unexpected depth and an edge to their new romance, but working together while they try to build their relationship might be the hardest part of their job if they don’t make some sacrifices.
Michael’s dark eyes flared as he sucked in a sharp breath through his nose. “It’s not. I am your boss. And getting involved is just wrong. Because of that.”
“Dammit, Sam. Don’t you think if there weren’t this huge thing between us, I would have already made you mine? But I can’t. The abuse of power is just unacceptable.”
Sam didn’t say anything as he watched the anguish take over Michael’s face. It was the most emotion he’d ever seen from him, and he hated that Michael was so upset. But it was all on Michael. He’d put them in this situation.
“But I don’t know that.” Sam was careful to keep his voice low and nonconfrontational. “You’ve always said no. You’ve always kept the job between us. I was the one who put myself out there, even when maybe I shouldn’t have. And you said no.”
Michael’s eyes blazed. “I kissed you, if you recall.”
“I do. But I pushed you to it.” Sam sighed and crossed his hands over his stomach. “It’s always me, Michael. I have no doubt you feel… things. But for someone who’s so open to loving whoever catches his eye, you sure keep yourself closed off from me. So. Say what you want. Think what you want. I know there’s more going on here.”
Michael squinted. “How can you be sure?”
Sam cocked his head to the side and tried to find the words for the revelations he’d recently had. He’d had a lot of time to think since he left Michael’s office.
“Because, if it were just the job, you would have shut it down a long time ago. I mean, sure you’ve said we can’t. You’ve told me to stop flirting, but you didn’t mean it.” Sam sighed. “That didn’t come out like I meant. I just mean, if you really wanted me to stop, you would have reprimanded me formally. You wouldn’t have given me small indications for years that you feel things too. You wouldn’t have let me hope.”
The last came out like an accusation, but Sam didn’t care. He was tired—tired of hoping and hurting, pining and needing. Things could have been so good between them, but he was done. Michael’s shoulders slumped, and though Sam hated to see him defeated, he couldn’t just let it go.
“I’m leaving. Okay? I’ll make a new home somewhere else. And this thing between us will fade in time. For both of us.” He took a breath. “So how about you tell me the truth now.”
Michael’s head shot up. “I’ve never lied to you.”
“Maybe not outright. But you haven’t told me the whole truth either. Can you do that now? Since I’m leaving anyway. Don’t I deserve that?”
Silence. The only sound was the little bell on Cameron’s collar as he skirted the edge of the living room and shot up the stairs. Sam was sure he could feel the tension in the room, and Cameron never liked dealing with tension. Sam didn’t either, for that matter. But he couldn’t take off like a cat.
“I can’t be what you need.”
Kris T. Bethke has been a voracious reader for pretty much her entire life and has been writing stories for nearly as long. An avid and prolific daydreamer, she always has a story in her head. She spends most of her free time reading, writing, or knitting/crocheting her latest project. Her biggest desire is to find a way to accomplish all three tasks at one time. A classic muscle car will always turn her head, and naps on the weekend are one of her greatest guilty pleasures. She lives in a converted attic with a way too fluffy cat and the voices in her head. She’ll tell you she thinks that’s a pretty good deal. Kris believes that love is love, no matter the gender of people involved, and that all love deserves to be celebrated.
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