Release Boost – Stadium Of Lights – Tia Lewis

 

Title : Stadium of Lights 
Author : Tia Lewis 
Genre : Steamy Sports Romance 
 
 
 
 
 
 
He
can’t help claiming her. But can he love her?

 

Max Anderson
enjoys all the perks of being a star NFL quarterback―including the
women. He has no intention of changing his carefree, hard-loving
lifestyle … until a twist of fate reunites him with the girl he
knew growing up.
Abby Morrison has worked hard to become a
physical therapist. She knows she needs to keep things professional
with Max — but the truth is, she’s always loved him. Back then,
she hid it. Now, it’s not so easy.
As they rekindle their
friendship, the heat between them is impossible to ignore. Soon it
flares out of control, and the fallout threatens to ruin everything.
Can they salvage a future together … or will the consequences wreck
their lives?
 
 
 
 
 
 

The time came around nine o’clock when we’d all stuffed ourselves. Abby stood up from the table, a little wobbly. I swooped in, waiting for her to decide it was time to go.

“Come on. I’ll take you home,” I murmured, taking her by the elbow. She looked up at me.

“No,” she murmured.

“What?”

“No. I don’t want you to take me home. Now will you move?”

“Wait. Slow down.”

“I want somebody else, Max. Now move.”

“Who?”

“Anybody. It doesn’t matter. Just not you.” She shook me off—thank God we’d both been whispering, or practically, because it didn’t seem like anybody else noticed. I followed her out the door to the restaurant’s entrance.

“You can’t drive in this condition,” I warned her.

“Then I’ll get a cab. You can leave now.” She glared at me, her cheeks flushed.

“What?”

“You ruined it. You always ruin it.”

“How the hell did I ruin anything?”

She looked back into the restaurant, frowning. “I was having fun. People were talking to me, seeing me, liking me. And you had to take over like you always do.”

My car pulled up in front of us, and I took the keys from the valet. “Come on. I’ll drive you home, and we can talk about it on the way.” I practically threw her into the car before she could curse me out, then got in myself. Once I locked the doors from my side, she couldn’t open them.

“What the fuck Max!” She slapped the dashboard, then sank into her seat with a groan. “I was having fun. I was about to get laid, damn it!”

I bit my tongue until I calmed down. “By whom?”

“I don’t know! What did it matter? I was gonna get some for me, for once. And you won’t let me. I have to always be there for you, but you can never be there for me. You couldn’t just let me enjoy myself. No, you probably wanted to tell me all about your stupid fucking cheerleader girlfriend and ask me what you should do about her!” There was so much venom in her voice. She hated me.

I pulled over to the shoulder of the road. “What are you doing?” she asked. I unbuckled my belt without saying a word, then turned to her.

“You wanna know why I wanted to take you home?” I reached out, grabbing her by the shoulders. I pulled her to me before she could push me away and crushed my mouth against hers.

She only fought me for a split second before giving in. She sighed, relaxing, and I wrapped my arms around her. Her lips were so sweet, soft and yielding. When I slid my tongue between them, they opened to give me better access. I tasted the inside of her mouth, taking my time. This girl who had been my friend for so long, and she was right—I’d used her in a way. This girl who was always there for me without asking anything in return. This sexy, incredible girl.

The kiss deepened, with her tongue dancing alongside mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck, almost growling. Sounding hungry, desperate. I ran one of my hands over her body, listening to the way the breath caught in her throat. She whined a little, pressing against me, and when I made contact with her tits she moaned into my mouth.

By the time the kiss ended, we were both breathless. Her eyes were wide, stunned.

“That’s why,” I whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

 

 
 

 

 

 
 
Tia
Lewis is a romance author from the Midwest who writes about smart,
sexy, sassy women and hot, possessive alpha males. Her favorite bad
boys to write about include sports players, mafia, bikers,
billionaires and the bad-ass next door. You can find her cooking,
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Blog Tour – Ballistic (Icarus Series Book 2) – Aria Michaels

 

 

 

Book: Ballistic (Icarus Series Book 2)

Author: Aria Michaels

Genre: Genre: Young Adult dystopian

 The sequel to Killshot 

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It’s been three days since Solar Storm Icarus silenced the world…three days since the GRS virus wiped out most of humanity and started changing the few who remained. Liv and the others made it through the initial wave, but they’ve lost a lot along the way and the journey to Salvation is far from over. A rogue military organization has taken hold of the area and they possess a weapon that could change everything. 

 

 

 

 

When Liv finds out her brother and the other refugees are being held captive at Camp Seco, she will risk everything to get him back. As the group embarks upon a dangerous rescue mission, a rival band of survivors threatens their safety and a new storm gathers overhead. The virus has spread and the infected are being drawn together. What’s worse, the beast that lurks inside of Liv is growing stronger and more difficult to control. But Liv has a promise to keep–and her little brother is running out of time.

 

 

 

 

Will Liv be able to harness her strength to save her brother and the hundreds of other innocents beyond the walls of Camp Seco, or will she let the monster out and put them all at risk?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Aria Michaels is the author of The Icarus Series, a bestselling young adult dystopian saga as well as a contributor to ATZ Publications’ Chronology of the Apocalypse, and Tricks, Treats, and Zombies (releasing in October 2016). Aria is an avid reader, die-hard zombie fan, and enthusiastic lover of bonfires and red wine. When she is not glued to her computer pouring out the voices in her head, this busy single mom can be found playing in the dirt with her boys, painting, or binge-watching The Walking Dead. Aria is currently hard at work on the next instalment of the Icarus Series and revelling in her role as instigator of literary mayhem and stealth assassin of fictional characters. 

 

 

 

 

“You are never more than one chapter away from a different future.” –Aria Michaels

 

 

 

 

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Release Blitz – Enthrall Secrets – Vanessa Fewings

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Book Title: Enthrall Secrets
Author: Vanessa Fewings
Genre: Erotic Romance (Novella)
Release Date: September 26, 2016
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The promise of salvation.

That was his offer. If I surrendered completely. I’d be rewarded with nothing less than my very own salvation.

And I needed it. Quite simply, I was drowning until billionaire Danton Belfort swept me up into his world.

His unmatched reputation for mastering submissives was legendary. His methods cruel, yet beautiful. Commanding, yet delicate. He was willing to do whatever it took to reach beyond my veil of pain and ensure a transformation that would render me reborn as the most dazzling of dominatrixes.

If the process didn’t obliterate me.

All I had to do was survive. Survive him. Survive myself.

Can serve as a stand alone novel.

ENTHRALL SECRETS is the latest erotic romance novel by bestselling author Vanessa Fewings. It tells the long-awaited story of Scarlet Winters, the infamous, fiery dominatrix from the exclusive Los Angeles BDSM club Enthrall.

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Chapter 11
France

NAKED AND ON my knees in my submissive’s pose, I waited for Danton.

He’d sat me here in the center of what looked like an old ballroom, beneath a long line of stunning chandeliers that reminded me of upside-down tulips – mesmerizing to look at.

The house was alive with sunlight. Everything here was breathtaking.

Staring up at the gold and sparkling crystals, I tried to imagine what it might have been like to grow up here. There was so much about Danton I wanted to know.

With the fall semester looming, I pushed all thoughts of my future away and slipped into the zone, rising on my knees to peer over the edge of the window frame and look out at that endless ocean.

I marveled at how Danton had made me feel at ease so quickly, and wondered how our first session would go now.

The door opened and he stood there bare-chested, the muscles of his sun-kissed torso rippling. He looked so handsome wearing a tight pair of leather pants.

He held a horsewhip in his left hand.

Steadily, he came forward, closing the gap between us, strolling confidently, a beautiful vision as the refracted lights from the chandeliers wavered over him.

Danton had a glint of a smile in his eyes.

He placed the whip between my teeth and instructed me to crawl behind him.

On all fours I followed him out of the great hall and onward down a long hallway.

He let me stand when we reached a door that looked like it led outside. A blindfold was placed over my eyes. A set of headphones came down around my ears.

With my senses compromised, this was trust in its purest form.

He removed the whip from between my teeth and led me forward. From the drop in temperature I knew we’d stepped outside. Barefoot, I trod on what felt like grass, the softness a nice cushion beneath my soles.

After several minutes we stopped and there came the faint sound of another door opening, even with the headphones on I could tell the door was lighter on its hinges.

The binding of my wrists was quick and Danton did all this to me in silence. I sucked in breaths knowing the pain would come soon and bracing for it as he secured me with my arms above my head.

Classical music burst into my ears.

I smiled, hearing the disarming notes of a cello. I wished Danton could hear it and enjoy the music, too.

“It’s beautiful!” I called out louder than I needed to. A whip struck my ass and silenced me.

He trailed his warm hand down along my spine and squeezed my bottom. I felt him stalking around me, tweaking my nipples as he prowled, and then cupping my sex with a firm hand. A jolt rushed through me when he ran a fingertip along my clit, flicking it slowly.

Spacing out, I savored the sensations as he teased me relentlessly. I felt the dampness between my thighs, his fingers slick against me, the perfect touch of a renaissance man.

A moan slipped from me when he ceased his play.

The whipping started light on my thighs, and he tapped between them until I rose on my tiptoes to avoid the delicious strikes that stung.

My whole body sang when he touched me.

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Vanessa Fewings is the bestselling romance author of the highly acclaimed Enthrall Sessions.

Vanessa is also the author of The Stone Masters Vampire Series. Prior to publishing, Vanessa worked as a registered nurse and midwife. She holds a Masters Degree in Psychology. She has traveled extensively throughout the world and has lived in Germany, Hong Kong, and Cyprus.

Born and raised in England, Vanessa now proudly calls herself an American and resides in California with her husband.

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Our Book Review – Teach Me To Prey by Samantha Jacobey

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Let me set the scene for you…….

Rebecca Stewart is being questioned in relation to the murder and the disappearance of three of her former students, one who just happens to be the father of her unborn child.

Throughout the school year things have been going wrong in Becky’s classes and she has a fair idea who the culprits are, Alex and Mark. When she decides on a little pay back of her own, she doesn’t expect to be almost fired from a job she usually loves. She takes little comfort in knowing that at least some of the students are looking out for her, or so it seems. One of these students is Jason.

After graduation, now that they are no longer student and teacher, mild flirting turns into a handful of dates. When Jason unexpectedly breaks it off with Becky, she knows there is more to their breakup than he is telling her. When she sees Jason with Alex and Mark, she plans to get to the bottom of this, and fast.

In a twist (that I won’t give away!!), the whole story changes and had me hooked, reading it until the end in one sitting.

Although confusing in some parts, and somewhat “jumpy” and hard to follow, I’m glad I stuck with it.

A quick read for those of us that like a little who done it and suspense in our stories.

3/5🌟🌟🌟

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Release Blitz – Outsider – Lindsey Winsemius

 

Title: Outsider
Author: Lindsey Winsemius
Series: Secret of Alba #3
Genre: Romance / Suspense / Dystopian 
Will his past become her ruin?
Helen
I had it all; power, respect, independence. But now everything is falling apart around me. And I can’t help myself; I need to trust the one man I shouldn’t …
Vick
I barely escaped my past. I only bring death to people I care about, so now I keep my distance. Until her. Something about this woman draws me in … 
Death has returned to Alba, and the number of victims is growing. Can they stop the evil plaguing their nation before it’s too late?
Find out who survives the epidemic in this stunning conclusion to the Secret of Alba series. 
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The days were busy, but the nights were hell.
Being so close to Helen, so close but so distant, was taking its toll on his temper.
He looked forward to the evenings, when they would eat together, discussing the day’s events. She had a sharp wit he found alternately amusing and arousing.
It was in those quiet times together that she let down her guard, and the prickly, independent woman of the day revealed a softer side he’d never seen before. 
And every night when she got up to go to her own room, it became harder and harder not to stop her. To beg her to let him in her bed.
But he’d told himself he’d give her space. She was pregnant and her lover had died only a few short months earlier.
He didn’t think he could take much more.
Tonight he didn’t know if he could keep himself from seeking out the relief only she could offer.
Darkness had just fallen over the city when he’d arrived home. To her villa, he corrected himself. Thinking of this place as home would be a mistake.
They’d shared dinner and retired to the study to talk, as they did most nights. He couldn’t take his eyes from her as she approached, her small feet bare, two mugs of tea in her delicate hands.
She gave him a quizzical look as she handed him one, laced with the whiskey she knew he liked, and he realized he must have been staring.
He thanked her absently, forcing his gaze out the window of the sitting room. The Serenity Garden was beyond, the nearly full moon gleaming off the pool in the center, casting strange shadows from the carefully groomed shrubbery. 
He took a swallow of the tea, scalding his tongue, and cursed quietly.
“Is everything alright?” Helen asked, curling her own small form into the chair adjacent his, hands cupping her mug carefully.
“Yes, everything is fucking fantastic,” he muttered.
“If you’re so over-stressed, perhaps you should go to bed now,” Helen retorted sharply.
Vick groaned, the image of his bed, with her in it, popping into his mind. He dropped his head in his hands, rubbing the palms on his eyes, trying to erase the image.
He heard rustling, and felt Helen’s slender, cool hand on his brow. He breathed deeply of her scent; sharp and tangy citrus.
“You feel warm, but not feverish.”
He laughed softly, mostly at himself.
“Vick, you’re worrying me. What …?” Helen gently forced his face up so she could search his eyes, her hands cupping his bearded jaw.
Sparks of heat traveled from where her hands touched his face and her arm brushed his.
He couldn’t be the kind, understanding friend she needed tonight. Standing abruptly, he pulled her up with him. Her mouth parted in surprise, and he gave in to the urge that had been building for weeks. Since the moment he’d first seen her, in fact.
His mouth lowered, not giving her time to protest or pull away, sealing any sounds inside. He didn’t waste a moment, his lips claiming hers with force, his tongue sweeping inside. His kiss was fast, almost desperate, for he was afraid she’d push him away at any moment.
She tasted of honey and lemon, her soft mouth taut in surprise for a long moment. Fear mingled with need as he began to think he’d been mistaken; that perhaps she didn’t desire him as he did her. He deepened the kiss, feeling as if he was inhaling her essence, breathing the tiny gasps coming from her throat.
Just as he was about to pull away in defeat, she melted into him, her arms coming up to grip his shirt, her tongue tentatively meeting his.
He pulled her tighter against him, his large frame nearly shaking with need and the effort to go slow; to be gentle.
“Vick,” she gasped as his lips left hers for a moment to taste the corner of her mouth, her high cheekbones, and delicate jaw. His hands moved from her shoulders, down her slender sides, and under the satin nightshirt she wore.
She gasped again as his palms grazed her taut nipples, his mouth drinking in the sounds hungrily. He moved lower, and they both froze as he touched the slightly convex shape of her stomach.
He felt her go stiff, her hands lowering from his arms to protectively cover her slight mound. He released her, letting her take a step back, his hands fisting at his sides to keep them from grabbing her again.
Helen swayed slightly, looked bemused, before sinking back into her chair. Her perfectly coiffed hair was mussed, her lips reddened from his kiss, light whisker burns making her smooth skin.
He knew he should probably apologize; to break the tense silence. But he couldn’t, He wasn’t sorry for anything. Except that it ended.
“I want you,” he finally said, “I want you so damn bad its killing me to hold it in. I’m not going to apologize, and I’m not going to stop wanting to have you, any way I can get you. But I can promise you I won’t do anything you don’t want. Even if it means keeping my hands to myself.” His voice was hoarse as he made the promise that was probably going to be his downfall. He looked out at the damn Serenity Garden, feeling frustrated as hell.
When Helen finally spoke, her words surprised him. “I won’t deny I want you, too. But this pregnancy has my emotions so in turmoil, I don’t trust myself … I don’t know what I really feel.”
Vick turned back around, pushing back the strands of hair falling from the leather tie at his neck.
“I’ll give you all the time you need to decide what you want,” he promised rashly, desperately glad she wasn’t demanding he leave her house.
You’re a fool, March. There is no way this can end well for you two.
Since when had that ever stopped him? He wasn’t looking for any happy endings. His hand went to stroke his beard, feeling the scars running along his jawline. He’d learned to take what joy he could, because life had no guarantees. And he would find a hell of a lot of joy from being with Helen, however she let him.
“You’re so generous,” Helen said drily. 
Vick grinned in response. “A little too arrogant? Running the State must be going to my head. I’m just not used to so much responsibility in my little ‘ole town of Vicksburg.”
“I can see how it would be a bit of a shock.” Her small smile and dry response told him she wasn’t offended at his gently mockery. Damn, another thing he loved about her; her tough skin and quick wit.
Her expression changed, growing serious. She stood, moving close to face him. Her hand lifted hesitantly to trace the same path his often unconsciously took along his jaw.
He almost jerked away as her gentle touch found the same grooves that hid beneath his beard, scars on his skin that ran much deeper. He forced himself to remain still, letting her hand gently trace the damaged skin, following it to the corner of his mouth, moving over his lips. He couldn’t stop his jaw from clenching with the effort to remain immobile. 
She raised on her toes and pulling his head down, kissed his cheek just above his beard, sending a thrill that wasn’t just sexual straight to his chest.
“Sometime, I hope you’ll tell me the story of how this happened.”
“It’s rather dull.” He fought to keep his smile in place and his tone light. “Trust me, you wouldn’t want to hear it.”
“Hmm, I have a feeling I need to hear it,” she replied thoughtfully, and he felt uncomfortably exposed under her gaze. “Or perhaps you need to tell it.” 
Vick opened his mouth with a quick retort, but couldn’t force the words out. He turned away with an inarticulate growl. This woman was getting under his skin like no one else had ever been able to.
“Dammit, Helen, just because I want you doesn’t mean I’m going to spill my past while you mop my tears.” He felt remorse as soon as the words left his lips. But the worst part was that he wanted to spill his secrets; to unload on her fragile shoulders. That was ludicrous; he had been self-contained for his entire life. He certainly wasn’t going to start needing someone now.
Helen settled back into her chair, not saying anything. Waiting.
The silence stretched and for once Vick couldn’t seem to find any blase comment to fill it. His hand rose to stroke the scar before his stopped himself. 
 
What did it matter? If she really wanted the whole sordid story, he’d tell her. Maybe then it would help her keep her distance.

To learn how dangerous it was to care about him.
 
 

 

 

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Blog Tour – Teach Me To Prey – Samantha Jacobey

 

Teach Me To Prey

Samantha Jacobey

Genre: Mystery Suspense Thriller

with a romantic twist

184 pages

 

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Rebecca Stewart had never let things get personal with her students; a mistake that could cost her far more than a broken heart.

 

Jason and his friends enjoyed tormenting teachers. When they set their sights on Miss Stewart, nothing would prevent them from bringing her down.

 

Avoiding Jason’s advances and navigating an epic clash of wills, the young woman felt relieved to see graduation day finally arrive. Little did she know, it wouldn’t end there. Pregnant and alone, she could only keep her secrets for so long.

 

After one of the boys is found murdered, the police haul her in, but she denies having done anything wrong. Can she convince them of the truth before all three of the young men fall victim to a killer, forcing her to raise her child alone?

 

Find out in the action packed thriller…TEACH ME TO PREY.…

 

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From the prologue to the epilogue I was hooked. The story of a teacher’s struggle with students alone made this book worth reading. I highly recommend this book for anyone that is looking for a good summer read.

~ Diane Potos

 

GREAT READ!!! This book was NOT what I was expecting…It was 1000x BETTER!!!! Samantha Jacobey has written a dark read that will leave you guessing until the very last page!!! I LOVED this book and HIGHLY recommend it!!!  ~ Ebony Arrington – McMillan

 

Definitely a 5 Star Read! The story has twists and turns and the ending may not be as you expect!

~ Lori Lazzara

 

A 5-Star Must Read! I really enjoyed this book – the author knows how to keep your interest until the very end! ~ L. Remenicky

 

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Anyone who knows me could tell you, I am a friendly kind of person, never met a stranger and take up conversations any where at any time. I work hard, and my mind never seems to shut down, as I wake up often in the middle of the night with ideas pouring out and demanding to be dealt with. Of course that means much of my books were written in the middle of the night.

 

I grew up and still live in the great state of Texas where everything is bigger, where we have warm weather and a central location. I love my state, my town, and my family, which includes my four sons, my significant other, and many friends as well.

 

I have thoroughly enjoyed writing the books that are currently available and hope you will enjoy reading them just as much. And of course, there will be many more stories to come.

 

 

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Release Blitz – Endless Obsession – Alex Grayson

 

 

Title: Endless Obsession

Author: Alex Grayson

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: September 23, 2016

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I’ve silently watched her for a year, staying hidden in the shadows, biding my time.

She may know me as two different men, but hasn’t a clue what I’ve done.

She unknowingly became mine the minute my eyes touched her beauty.

But I’ve done things. Things she may not be able to forgive.

I know all her secrets, her habits, her preferred coffee, what she does in her spare time, her favorite lingerie brand, even that she sleeps naked.

At night, I watch her from her window. During the day, I watch her from my computer. She innocently bares her heart and body to me, and I soak up every single fucking second.

I’ve stayed away, but I’m tired of watching from afar. It’s time Poppy finds out just who I am and what I’m willing to do to take what’s mine. She may hate me when she finds out my what I’ve done, but she has no choice but to accept it. She will be my wife. She will mother my children. I will claim every part of her heart, body, and soul. Anything else is unacceptable.

Poppy Lexington has become my ultimate obsession, and I will become her uncontrollable addiction.

 

 

 

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Unknown: Have you

enjoyed the flowers I’ve sent you?

I freeze, except for my eyes, which pop open wide in shock.

My breath gets caught in my throat when I realize this must be my mystery

flower guy.

Holy

hell! It’s him!

Why in the world is he texting me? After all this time, why

contact me now? And what in the hell do I say to him? It’s become a routine.

I’ve gotten used to getting the roses and not knowing who they are from.

Question after question runs through my mind. Who is he? Why send me flowers?

Why not introduce himself? Where did he first see me? How did he find out where

I worked? And how in the hell did he get my number?

That’s my number one question, so I ask him.

Me: How did you get my

number?

It only takes seconds for me to receive a reply, and I’m not

sure how to take it.

Unknown: I have my

ways. You didn’t answer my question.

He has his ways? What is that supposed to mean? My chest

tightens with fear at his answer. I push back the fear and ask another question

I’m dying to know.

Me: They’re beautiful,

thank you. Who are you?

Unknown: You’ll find

out soon enough.

Umm… say what? Another question avoided. My eyes narrow in

suspicion.

Me: I’m not sure I

like that answer. I have no idea who you are. What if I don’t want to know you

once I find out?

I notice the time on my phone and pull the second thigh-high

up my leg, keeping my eyes on the screen the entire time. This is really weird,

him having my number. I’m sure it’s not too hard to get the information, but

it’s the point that he went through the trouble to get it. I hate being left in

the dark like this.

My phone dings again, and I quickly grab it.

Unknown: You’ll want

to know me. Trust me.

Trust him? That’s laughable. How can he think I’ll trust him

when I have no idea who he is?

Me: It’s hard to trust

someone I don’t know.

I slip my feet in my heels as I wait for him to reply. It’s

doesn’t take long.

Unknown: You’ll learn.

Unsure of how to respond to that, I walk back to the kitchen

to get a travel mug of coffee ready. He seems so confident, and cocky. Maybe a

little too much, since it’s coming from a total stranger. How can he be so

sure?

I type out my original question again.

Me: Who are you?

Unknown: Soon…

I grip my phone in frustration. Now that he’s contacted me,

the need to know who sends me roses every week is overwhelming. It’s no longer

a curiosity—I need to know. I should

be more afraid, but I’m not, and that gives me pause. Why am I not more

fearful? He’s obviously hiding something, right? But what?

He sends another text before I get a chance to reply.

Unknown: Have a good

day at work, Beautiful.

What? That’s it? He has flowers delivered to me every week

for eight months, messages me out of the blue with cryptic messages, then

wishes me a good day at work? Pissed off vibes has my gut clenching. How dare

he contact me and leave me hanging.

Me: That’s it? That’s

all I get out of you?

I flip the off switch on the coffee pot, grab my now full

travel mug, my purse, and with phone still in hand, I leave my house, locking

it up behind me.

I’m buckling my seatbelt when he replies.

Unknown: For now, yes.

Oh no, that doesn’t work for me. He needs to give me

something. He can’t just expect me to accept his non-answers.

Me: How do you know

me? How do you know where I work?

Unknown: I know a lot

of things about you, Poppy.

Me: You’re not helping

your case of me wanting to know you. It’s freaking me out that you know stuff

about me, personal stuff, when I don’t even know your name. That’s not normal.

It’s pretty stalkerish, don’t you think?

I notice the time on my phone again and see I have a few

minutes before I need to leave, so I decide to wait for his reply.

 

Unknown: Just call me Mr. A for now. Have a safe trip to work.

Author Bio

 

Alex Grayson is originally from the south, but has recently moved to Northern Ohio. Although she misses the warmth of Florida and often times detest the cold of Ohio, she absolutely loves living in the north. Her and her husband bought a house on two acres of land and live there with their daughter, son, one dogs, two cats, eight ducks, and three chickens. She hopes to eventually get a couple of goats to add to their country way of living. Besides her family and home, her next best passion is reading. She is often found with her nose obsessively stuck in a book, much to the frustration of her husband and daughter. On more than one occasion Alex found herself wanting a book to go a certain way, but it didn’t. With these thoughts in mind, she decided to start writing stories according to her own visions. Although this is a new endeavor for her, she hopes that readers find her concepts on romance intriguing and captivating. Alex welcomes and encourages feedback, of any kind. She can be contacted at alexgraysonauthor@gmail.com.

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