The
Leverager
By C.L. Masonite
Genre: New Adult
Romance
Release
Date: August 4, 2017
Cover Designer: CT
Cover Creations
Photography:
Wander Aguiar Photography
Cover Model:
Joshua Underwood
No one knows who
The Leverager is, or if they do, they keep his identity a closely guarded
secret. You ask to him to do a favor, any favor and he’ll do it, for a price in
return of course.
He’s exclusive;
he meets the needs of his clients one at a time. They say his price is
different according to each client, sometimes it’s money, sometimes it’s trade
secrets and sometimes it’s a favor that you’ll have to repay in the future.
The price is
always extortionate—when you make a deal with the devil it always is. And I was
willing to pay.
Emerson:
His
head began to descend closer and closer until his lips were a breath away from
mine. Giddy with wanton lust I waited for him to bridge the gap, but he didn’t.
He paused, and right when he had me where he wanted, practically ready to
swoon, he whispered, “Quit it, I know what you’re trying to do. You aren’t
going anywhere. You’re staying the night. It’s past midnight. You take the bed;
I’ll take the couch,” he ordered, and then took a step back.
“W–what?”
I stuttered in confusion, feeling bereft and frustrated.
“You
stay within the boundary of my bedroom, and the rest is my territory. Neither
one of us crosses sides,” he said as if he was negotiating a peace treaty,
except I’d be getting no peace tonight especially if we weren’t even in the
same territory!
“Or we
could sleep in the same bed, you stay on the left side and I’ll stay on the
right side…no crossovers, no touching, we could even put pillows in between if
you’re an active sleeper or have a tendency to spoon in your sleep,” I
countered, unable to resist teasing him.
“Nice
try, Älskling, but I think we shouldn’t test my restraint any further tonight.
I think we both need a little space to cool off, you more than me, it seems. A
cold shower might help, and conveniently enough the shower is on your side,” he
suggested right before he closed his bedroom door, effectively signifying the
commencement of the treaty. And needlessly leaving me aching unfulfilled and
exasperated.
There
was no way I was going to get any sleep tonight unless . . .
“Dammit,”
I whispered to myself. I wished I had my soundproof aluminum casing door sweep
for the bottom of the bathroom door to stop him from hearing the cold shower I
was about to take.
***
The Leverager:
No,
that couldn’t be . . . I cocked my head to the side and listened properly . . .
Yep, it was . . . Hearing the sound of the shower I got my pillow and smothered
the sound of my laughter. And once it started it didn’t stop for a while.
I’ve lived
thousands of moments and I’ve been to thousands of places crafted by the soul
crushing and soul mending words of thousands of authors. (Metaphorically raises
glass of gin and tonic), here’s to hoping I’ve created one thousandth of a
moment of life for you …
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