I am so excited to show off the new covers and titles for the Consumed Series! You get the same super sexy content, but a brand-new, fresh look! And what’s better, you can get Hungry Eyes for FREE!
My name is Abigail Summers, and Iโm an addict. My addiction? Sex. An endless cycle, I need a man to take my body on a daily basis. Itโs the only thing that keeps my head clear and numbs the unbearable pain of withdrawal. I donโt know why Iโm wired this way, I just am. I know what some people say… what they think I am. But theyโve never been in my shoes, never tried to tame this beast inside me. I gave up trying to control the cravings a long time ago, now I embrace them. Itโs why I donโt do relationships. Then he came along with his wicked smile and captivating blue eyes and screwed everything up. For the first time in my life, I find myself wanting more from a guy who looks at me like he wants to claim me. A man who most definitely will not be okay with sharing. I want him over and over again, not because my body demands it, but because I canโt live without him. I have a new addiction. Colt Maverick. Will he be enough to satisfy my sex junkie desires?
My name is Tegan Zander, and I like to expose myself. No, I donโt go around whipping out my junk for just anyone. Iโm a bit more discreet than thatโbarely. I like to be watched with my partner, whoever the lucky lady might be. I like knowing someone else is in the room, getting off on what weโre doing. This is my sexual vice, and Iโm not ashamed of it. What I donโt like? Relationships. Living my best bachelor life leaves little room for being tied down to one woman. Until I made the mistake of assuming Willow Bennett was just some woman. We met on the side of the road, and I assisted her in more ways than one. I did my good deed, kissed her sweet lips, and walked away, never expecting to see her again. Lucky for me, I was wrong. She didnโt know it yet, but she was going to be my newest plaything. I couldnโt wait to expose her too, showing her just how good it could be to lose her inhibitions. But with this girl, Iโm not just exposed…Iโm shamelessly bare.
My name is Nathan Reines, and Iโm a voyeur. I like to watch people have sex. In fact…I get off on it. Thereโs nothing more erotic than seeing bodies tighten and tremble, falling over the edge into ecstasy. Witnessing the desire on their faces makes me hard as steel. Every. Single. Time. The first time I watched the woman in the apartment across from mine, I knew she was different. Teased by her gentle caresses and tempted by her silent moans. Emberleigh has unleashed something in me. A craving for her and her alone. For two years, I refused to give in to my curiosity. That is, until fate took things in her own twisted hands. Relationships arenโt usually my style, but she makes me want more than I ever haveโmakes me want to do more than just watch. Once I experience Emberleigh in the flesh, I know thereโs no going back. Iโm done watching with her with hungry eyes. Iโm ready to feast.
So, I’veย been sitting on this cover for months now, extremelyย anxious to show everyone! I’m so excited that time is now!ย I would genuinely love to know what you think!ย Lead Player is my sexy, one-night stand, contemporary romance written in K. Brombergโs Everyday Heroes Worlds project. And guess what? You not only get to see the cover today, you can also pre-order your copy! Lead Player releases on August 13th.
I wasnโt looking for love… more like a one-night stand.ย
Hey, a woman has needs. And it couldnโt possibly end any worse than my last relationship.
If catching my long-term boyfriend getting plowed by his handsome best friend wasnโt bad enough… the fact that they were in our bed should be.
So, yeah. Iโm good with one wild night with a complete stranger.
I just didnโt expect him to be so damn hot! I couldnโt tear my eyes awayโeven when he caught me staring. It was as if an invisible force held me captive in his lust-filled gaze.
We agreed, just one night. But the next morning I woke up in an empty bed feeling more alone than I expected.
Little did I know I would see my mystery man again. But the next time we would be standing beside our best friends as they said, โI Do.โ
Not only was my one-night stand the best man… it turns out heโs the cocky lead singer of popular band Phenix.
No wonder he rocked my world, heโs had plenty of practice.
Lead Player is my sexy, one-night stand, contemporary romance written in K. Brombergโs Everyday Heroes Worlds project.
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Excerpt
โSo, what exactly are we talking about here?โ
โYou tell me.โ I grab a loose piece of her hair and trail the end over her neck. Her eyelids lower. โWhat do you want?โ
She leans her head back against the wall. โOne night only.โ
Disappointment hits, which is confusing as hell. I never want more than a single night. Iโm usually itching to leave before the nightโs even over. Something tells me itโll be different with this woman.
โOne night only. No strings. Anything goes,โ I suggest.
She mulls it over before she dips her chin. โDeal.โ
โNot good enough. This needs to be sealed with more than words.โ
Before she can say anything more, I lower my head. The instant my lips touch hers, I know this is going to be a long and enjoyable night. Iโll make damn sure it is.
Her mouth opens immediately to meet my probing tongue. She tastes delicious. Like some kind of exotic fruit.
Laying my forearm flat on the wall, I press my chest into hers. Her small moan and the bite of her nails digging into my pecs goes straight to my dick. When she tilts her hips up and pushes her mound against me, I have to fight back the urge to yank her skirt up, tear away her panties, and shove inside her.
Sweet mercy, Iโve barely touched the woman and sheโs already driving me mad.
Title: Take Me to Bed Bedtime Quickies Collection Genre: Multi-Genre Cover Design: Sly Fox Cover Designs
Release Date: February 25, 2020
Blurb
Got time for a Quickie?
Grab your ereader and snuggle up with your favorite authors as they come
together to bring you a collection like no other.
From steamy to sweet, contemporary to paranormal, and
everything in between, you won’t want to miss hooking up with these exclusive
new stories.
PARTICIPATING AUTHORS
A.C. Williams, A.M. Wilson, AJ Alexander, Alex Grayson, Ali Dean, Amali Rose, Anna Bishop Barker, Anna Brooks, Aurora Rose Reynolds, Brittany Crowley, Cary Hart, Cassandra Robbins, Claire C. Riley, Danielle Norman, DM Earl, Erica Marselas, Esther E. Schmidt, Flora Burgos, Freya Barker, Gianna Gabriela, Heidi McLaughlin, HL Nighbor, JD Hollyfield, Jessica Marin, K.L. Clare, Kally Ash, KL Donn, Lauren Dawes, Lia Fairchild, Meagan Brandy, Melissa Toppen, Michelle Dare, Monica DeSimone, S.L. Sterling, S.R. Grey, Shari J. Ryan, Sienna Snow, Tempest Skye, & Yolanda Olson.
CHARITY COLLECTION
All proceeds will be donated to the International Network of Hearts, a
non-profit organization that brings communities and governments together to help rescue women and children from human trafficking and sexual violence.
Releases January 10, 2019 Cover reveal December 2, 2018
As the Sheriff of Malus, Texas, JW takes his oath to protect its citizens very seriously. Born from a ugly past, he swears no child, woman, or man will ever endure what he and his brothers have. As he seeks retribution of the ones who wronged him, his past and his present finally collide. Secrets are laid open. Ones that are so heinous, theyโll rock the very foundation of JWโs life.
When Eden blazes into town, hot with her own threatening troubles baring down on her, JW steps in as her protector. Itโs not only his duty, but a need he canโt ignore. The chemistry between the two is instant and all too tempting.
Giving in was easy, but the consequences were high.
Little does JW know, the disturbing destruction that would rain down on Malus and its people by getting involved with the red-headed gypsy.
Danger lurks just around the cornerโitโs dark, terrifying, and malicious.
JW is bitter because of his gruesome past. Eden is sweet despite hers. Together, will they create a beautiful future, or will it all end in bitter sweet hell?
Four men, irrevocably bound together by their horrifying pastโฆ
Trouble and his brothers escaped from Malus, Texas as kids. In the dead of night, they left behind a Hell so ominous, it made National news.
When they returned as adults, it was to seek revenge and justice. Malus is theirs now. They own it, they rule it, and they protect it. By any means necessary.
Trouble carries demons inside him. The need for blood and vindication runs deep in his veins, and nothing will stop the darkness within him from shining its evil eyes.
When Remi arrives, pregnant and in need of help, she has no idea sheโs come to the one place she should have stayed far away from. Something dark surrounds the town. A malevolence she has no hope of surviving.
Will Trouble drag Remi into the dark pits of Hell? Or will she be the ultimate downfall of the devil himself?
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Alex Grayson is the bestselling author of heart pounding, emotionally gripping contemporary romances including the Jaded Series, the Consumed Series, and three standalone novels. Her passion for books was reignited by a gift from her sister-in-law. After spending several years as a devoted reader and blogger, Alex decided to write and independently publish her first novel in 2014 (an endeavor that took a little longer than expected). The rest, as they say, is history.
Originally a southern girl, Alex now lives in Ohio with her husband, two children, two cats and dog. She loves the color blue, homemade lasagna, casually browsing real estate, and interacting with her readers. Visit her website, www.alexgraysonbooks.com, or find her on social media!
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โLucaโฆ.โ
She whispers my name at night, filling my dreams with her haunting beauty.
Her tormented amber eyes beg me for something I donโt understand, and her agonizing pain becomes my own.
For years, sheโs come to me, calling my name.
For years, Iโve never known who she was.
Until nowโฆ.
CHECK OUT THIS EXCERPT FROM THE SINISTER SILHOUETTE!!!
โLUCAโฆ.โ
The willowy feminine voice comes from behind me. I slowly turn my head first, then the rest of my body and look for the source.
Blackness. Pure and absolute. Thatโs all I see. Except for the tiny twinkling lights. Thereโs a shit ton of them. It reminds me of the times I would spend the summers with my aunt and uncle out in the country. As a kid, I would always sneak out at night and lie on the roof when the sky was clear and the moon wasnโt visible. It was my favorite time of the month, because everything was so dark, except for the stars. Iโd lie out there for hours and just watch them twinkle, every so often catching one that soared across the black sky.
These arenโt stars, it isnโt a moonless sky, and I donโt fucking like this. These tiny sparks of light float right in front of me, all around me, almost like glowing specks of dust.
โLucccaaaaโฆ.โ
Warm air whispers across my ear, and I spin, expecting to find someone behind me, and still see nothing but those damn flecks of light. Squinting, I try to look past them and the darkness to see something. Any fucking thing.
Frustration grows in my stomach when nothing appears.
โWho in the hell are you?โ I yell, anger deepening my voice into a growl.
My ears strain as I listen closely. All I hear is my own breathing and the slight pounding in my ears from my heartbeat. The beat only gets louder with my mounting aggravation.
โLuca.โ
This time, the voice sounds rushed. Itโs still whispered softly, but not the slow calling of the other two times. Itโs urgent. Thereโs an echo too. It comes from behind me, but the echo drifts around me from every direction.
I tip my head back and snarl to theโฆ ceiling? The sky? I have no fucking clue. โWhat in the hell do you want from me?โ
Not expecting an answer, because I didnโt get one to my previous question, Iโm surprised when the voice comes again. Itโs close. So close, it almost seems like the words arenโt spoken out loud, but are just somehow in my head.
โI need you.โ
My brows slash down into a frown. Thereโs pain in the softly spoken words, and for some reason I donโt like the emotion coming from the voice. Something sharp pierces my chest, like a dull blade slowly being sunk into my sternum, taking my breath away. I rub the spot, not understanding why the pain is there, but knowing itโs caused by the agony in the womanโs voice.
โWhere are you?โ My tone is gruff from the stinging ache.
โHere,โ she whispers.
I whip around and still see nothing but the twinkling lights. I reach out, hoping that even if I canโt see anything, I can feel something. Itโs so dark I canโt even see my hand in front of me, only the tiny lights floating by in a rush at my hurried movement.
One catches my eye off in the distance about fifteen feet from me, and I hone in on it. Itโs slightly bigger than the rest. I take a step forward, then stop when it begins to grow. It doesnโt get brighter; the luminosity stays the same. Itโs just the size that changes. Actually, it looks like the light is dimming the bigger it gets. Like itโs no longer a light, but a fog-like substance. It stretches longways, getting greater and greater. I start moving toward it, but no matter how many steps I take, the same distance stays between it and me.
Something starts to form in the white haze. I squint, not really sure what it is, because itโs almost transparent now. Itโs still growing, but the bigger it gets, the more it loses its solidness.
A face.
I can barely make it out through the white haze, but itโs a woman. Her features become clearer, but the more the face forms, the more it fades as well.
I take a couple of steps forward, then jerk to a halt when I remember it does me no good.
โFuck,โ I mutter.
What in the hell is this shit?
โLucaaaaโฆ.โ
The voice whispers again, and I know itโs from the translucent vision, but the lips donโt move.
The face becomes a face and shoulders, then face, shoulders, arms, and torso. Her hair flows around her, moving slowly, like itโs floating in water.
She looks at me, and the stark pain in her eyes almost has me staggering back with the force of it.
I really donโt fucking like that look. And I really donโt fucking know why. Iโve never seen the woman before. She doesnโt even look vaguely familiar. Why in the hell would her pain be my pain?
โWho are you?โ I demand.
Again, her lips donโt move, but I still hear the voice inside my head. โCome to me, Luca. I need you.โ
Before I have the chance to react to her words, something happens. I tense as swarms of the nearby glowing dust infuse the white mist of the woman. Her crystalline appearance starts to solidify. Her face and the upper half of her body become more visible. Her hair, which up until that point was colorless, is a deep, rich brown. Itโs long, flowing to the middle of her back. Her eyes are light brown, but not an ordinary brown. Theyโre an unusual golden amber. Iโm not sure if itโs because of her noncorporeal appearance or if thatโs their natural color, but they seem to glow.
More specks of dust penetrate the womanโs form, and the more that rushes in, the brighter she gets.
She lifts her arm, as if reaching out to me, and before it registers what Iโm doing, I reach out to her.
When I take a step closer, the light surrounding her shimmers brighter. This time Iโm able to shorten the gap between us. I take another step, and it seems to glisten even more. Iโm tall, so when I take my next step, thereโs only a few feet separating us. But the brightness is now almost too much to bear. I have to squint from the sheer brilliance of it.
Thereโs only inches between the tips of her fingers and mine now. The pain resting in my chest intensifies the closer I get, but itโs as if thereโs a force thatโs pushing me toward her. Like if I donโt, the pain would be a thousand times worse. I donโt know why, but something inside me says I must go to her.
I hold my breath as the tip of my middle finger touches the glowing tip of hers. Several things happen at once. A low growl resonates deep in the back of my throat, my fingers curl into a fist and my arm drops to my side, and the fierce pain I was experiencing in my chest turns so excruciating Iโd swear my heart is spilling out onto the floor at my feet.
The trifecta of feelings happens because the instant my fingertips touch the woman, her form disintegrates. The thousands of pieces of dust that make up her form fall away into space, leaving me once again in complete blackness.
I tip my head back and an angry, pain-filled roar leaves my lips at the loss of something so important.
About Alex
Alex Grayson is the bestselling author of heart pounding, emotionally gripping contemporary romance including The Jaded Series, The Consumed Series, and two standalone novels. Her passion for books was reignited by a gift from her sister-in-law intended to distract Alex and help her pass the time while her husband was away for work. After spending several years as a devoted reader and blogger, Alex decided to write and independently publish her first novel in 2014 (an endeavor that took a little longer than expected). The rest, as they say, is history.
Originally a southern girl, Alex now lives in Ohio with her husband, two children, two cats and dog. She loves the color blue, homemade lasagna, casually browsing real estate, and interacting with her readers. Visit her website, www.alexgraysonbooks.com, or find her on social media!
Alex Grayson is the bestselling author of heart pounding, emotionally gripping contemporary romances including the Jaded Series, the Consumed Series, and three standalone novels. Her passion for books was reignited by a gift from her sister-in-law. After spending several years as a devoted reader and blogger, Alex decided to write and independently publish her first novel in 2014 (an endeavor that took a little longer than expected). The rest, as they say, is history.
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