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I wasn’t looking for love… more like a one-night stand. 

Hey, a woman has needs. And it couldn’t possibly end any worse than my last relationship.

If catching my long-term boyfriend getting plowed by his handsome best friend wasn’t bad enough… the fact that they were in our bed should be.

So, yeah. I’m good with one wild night with a complete stranger.

I just didn’t expect him to be so damn hot! I couldn’t tear my eyes away—even 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, “I Do.”

Not only was my one-night stand the best man… it turns out he’s the cocky lead singer of popular band Phenix.

No wonder he rocked my world, he’s had plenty of practice.

Lead Player is my sexy, one-night stand, contemporary romance written in K. Bromberg’s Everyday Heroes Worlds project.

Lead Player releases on August 13^th.

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Excerpt

“So, what exactly are we talking about here?”

“You tell me.” I grab a loose piece of her hair and trail the end over her neck. Her eyelids lower. “What do you want?”

She leans her head back against the wall. “One night only.”

Disappointment hits, which is confusing as hell. I never want more than a single night. I’m usually itching to leave before the night’s even over. Something tells me it’ll be different with this woman.

“One night only. No strings. Anything goes,” I suggest.

She mulls it over before she dips her chin. “Deal.”

“Not good enough. This needs to be sealed with more than words.”

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. I’ll 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, I’ve barely touched the woman and she’s already driving me mad.

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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, they’ll rock the very foundation of JW’s life.

When Eden blazes into town, hot with her own threatening troubles baring down on her, JW steps in as her protector. It’s not only his duty, but a need he can’t 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 corner—it’s 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?

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TROUBLE

THE PAST

“EMO,” I URGENTLY WHISPER my best friend’s name and tug on his arm. “We gotta go before it’s too late and they catch us.”

“No,” he grunts and digs his bare feet into the ground, halting all movement. His face stays forward, staring at the dark house in front of us. “We can’t leave yet. We need to find her.” His voice cracks at the end.

I close my eyes at the pain that I know is gripping him. It is the same pain that sits in my stomach.

I tighten my hold on his arm. “You know she’s not here anymore. She’s gone. We all saw it.”

He finally turns his head and the stark pain in his black gaze is no less than what I expected, but it’s still crippling. “I heard her, Trouble. I swear I heard her screaming last night.” He turns back to the house.

I loosen my hold, but still keep my fingers wrapped around his wrist. If I let him go, he’ll run into the house, and that’s the last thing he needs to do.

I walk around him until my slightly bigger frame blocks his view. My chest feels tight, like there’s a steel band around my torso and it’s slowly constricting.

“You know that can’t be,” I say hoarsely. “It’s in your head. She’s gone.”

An image of a small girl with brunette hair and green eyes races through my head, followed closely with another image, one of the last time that we saw her. Her still body was sprawled out on the gazebo floor with her dark hair fanning out around her. The white sundress with purple flowers was no longer white beneath her. It was a deep red to match the still gushing blood seeping from the self-inflicted cuts on her wrists. The knife she used to take her own life still laid in her limp hand. Except for the paleness of her face, it almost looked like she was sleeping. Even through the pain she endured while slitting her wrists, her lips still carried a small smile. As if she happily bore that pain to get away from the horror we all went through at home.

Her name was Daisy, but we all called her Rella, short for Cinderella. She came up with the nickname herself, saying one day her prince would come and take her away from this horrible place. She was ten years old when she let go of that notion and decided to escape this nightmare the only way she felt she could. That was a week ago, and every day since then my friends and I have felt the effects of losing her like a sledgehammer to the chest.

Emo always had a special bond with her. Probably due to him being with her during the darkest parts of our lives. It was him who endured that pain with her, albeit forced. It was him who took part in her pain, once again, not of his free will. He feels responsible, no matter how much we’ve told him he had no choice. It was either do what they told him or they would both feel the consequences. Those consequences were much harsher than what they were asking of them. He chose the lesser of two evils, which still slowly kills him from the inside out.

Rella was my baby sister, and it was my duty to protect her. Guilt, pain, and rage rests on my shoulders. I failed her over and over again, no matter how much I tried.

They are strong.

They are powerful.

They are bastards from the darkest pits of hell.

Things are changing now, hopefully for the best.

Shouts and screams pierce the night air, and I jerk my head to the side. Dark shadows move across the grass between two houses. Unsure if they’re the good or bad guys, I step closer to Emo.

“We gotta go,” I whisper harshly. “We can’t be here anymore, or they’ll take us away and separate us.”

I tense, preparing to forcefully drag him behind me if I have to. There’s no way I’m leaving him. When he finally lays his eyes on me, the pain that darkened them moments ago is gone. In its place is… nothing. The black orbs just stare at me with not one ounce of emotion. They look dead, hollow, lifeless. The expression isn’t new. I’ve seen it on his face a lot over the years. Out of the four of us, Emo is the one with the blackest heart. He’s the one who suffers the most and has the least amount of reasons to show anything other than hatred.

Leaves crunch to our left, and I swing my head around to see Judge and JW rushing toward us. Judge is the oldest of the four of us at fourteen. He’s also the biggest. JW’s not far behind him in size, despite him being two years younger and the same age as Emo.

I can’t see their expression through the dark, but by the way their chest pumps with their heavy breathing, I know something’s going on.

“We gotta go now,” Judge huffs as he comes to a stop beside us. “Shit’s going down fast and if we don’t want the Peterson’s to get caught in the crosshairs, we have to leave. They’re waiting on us behind The Hill.”

The Hill is the only restaurant in Sweet Haven and is owned by an old couple, Dale and Mae Peterson. It’s several blocks away just on the outskirts of town.

I nod and turn back to Emo, who’s still looking quietly at the house. Pure evil radiates from the brick building. To an outsider, it looks like a normal house with its pretty flowers, white shutters, clean yard, and two rocking chairs sitting on a wraparound porch. But it holds deep dark secrets. Ones that make my skin crawl and vomit to rise in my throat.

I jerk Emo’s arm to get his attention, and thankfully, he turns from the house.

“Let’s go.” He pulls his arm from my grasp and starts stalking in the same direction Judge and JW just came from.

I cast my eyes one last time at the house. My house. There’s nothing that I’ll miss about the place or the people who live there. Now that Rella’s gone, there’s not one ounce of good left, and the farther away I get, the happier I’ll be.

We all hunch over and keep our eyes peeled as we weave in and out between houses and across streets. Despite it being after midnight, many of the houses are lit up as all hell breaks loose throughout town.

As we pass by the Moore’s place, I peek into one of the windows. I spot Mr. Moore in a pair of boxers and a white T-shirt lying on the floor, a pool of blood surrounding his head from the gash across his throat. Mrs. Moore is on her knees by his side hunched over his body. A loud crash comes from the front of the house and she whips around to look at the bedroom door, a look of fright widening her eyes.

Shivers race up and down my body. Not from the grotesque sight of his dead body or worry for the woman, but from satisfaction. Mr. Moore deserved his gruesome death. My only regret is that he didn’t suffer longer. And Mrs. Moore, she earned her own punishment as well. I just hope it’s a harsh one.

“Trouble,” Judge hisses quietly.

I pull my eyes away from the window and dart across the lawn to catch up with the guys. More yells come from a couple of houses down, followed quickly by a gun shot. A man in dark fatigues stands on the porch with a gun pointed inside the house. A couple more men stand to his side with their own weapons drawn.

“Don’t move!” one of them yells before running inside.

All of us dart behind the trunk of a big oak and wait.

“I wonder if that was Mr. or Mrs. Sanders,” JW comments.

“Doesn’t matter. Either would be fine with me. Or better yet, both of them,” Judge mutters as he peeks around the tree. He keeps his hand raised, warding us off from moving. A moment later, he says, “It’s clear.”

We stay close to the back of the houses, stopping at the edge of each property to make sure no one is around. Red and blue lights flash in front of several houses. Luckily, when we make it to The Hill, it’s dark. A grey van sits behind the building facing away from us. At first it looks like no one is inside, but when we’re only a few feet away, a head pops up, and the sliding door opens just as we come to a stop.

“Get in, get in.” Mae hurriedly waves at us.

Once we’re situated inside the van, she slides the door closed, but not all the way. My guess is so it doesn’t make any noise and draw attention to us. We slowly creep along behind the building as Mae climbs to the front passenger seat. We come to a stop where we turn right back into town or left to leave town. Dale turns in his seat.

“Everybody okay?”

We all nod, our hearts racing with adrenaline. Dale keeps the lights off as he turns left.

“Where are we going?” Judge, always the level-headed one, asks Dale.

“Mae’s got a place up in Kentucky her great-aunt left her when she died.”

I turn in my seat and look out the back window. I can’t see the town anymore, but the many flashing red and blue lights still brighten up the sky.

Ten minutes later, Dale flips on the headlights. Another twenty minutes pass before we all start to breathe easily. The farther away we get from Sweet Haven, the bigger my hope gets that we’ve finally escaped our prison.

We may not know much about where we’re going or what’s going to happen, but anything is better than the hell we just escaped from.

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TROUBLE IN HELL by Alex Grayson

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Four men, irrevocably bound together by their horrifying past…

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 she’s 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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AUTHOR INFORMATION:

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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“Luca….”

She whispers my name at night, filling my dreams with her haunting beauty.

Her tormented amber eyes beg me for something I don’t understand, and her agonizing pain becomes my own.

For years, she’s come to me, calling my name.

For years, I’ve never known who she was.

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“LUCA….”
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. That’s all I see. Except for the tiny twinkling lights. There’s 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 wasn’t visible. It was my favorite time of the month, because everything was so dark, except for the stars. I’d lie out there for hours and just watch them twinkle, every so often catching one that soared across the black sky.

These aren’t stars, it isn’t a moonless sky, and I don’t fucking like this. These tiny sparks of light float right in front of me, all around me, almost like glowing specks of dust.

“Lucccaaaa….”

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.

“Who in the hell are you?” 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.

“Luca.”

This time, the voice sounds rushed. It’s still whispered softly, but not the slow calling of the other two times. It’s urgent. There’s 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 the… ceiling? The sky? I have no fucking clue. “What in the hell do you want from me?”

Not expecting an answer, because I didn’t get one to my previous question, I’m surprised when the voice comes again. It’s close. So close, it almost seems like the words aren’t spoken out loud, but are just somehow in my head.

“I need you.”

My brows slash down into a frown. There’s pain in the softly spoken words, and for some reason I don’t 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 it’s caused by the agony in the woman’s voice.

“Where are you?” My tone is gruff from the stinging ache.

“Here,” she whispers.

I whip around and still see nothing but the twinkling lights. I reach out, hoping that even if I can’t see anything, I can feel something. It’s so dark I can’t 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. It’s slightly bigger than the rest. I take a step forward, then stop when it begins to grow. It doesn’t get brighter; the luminosity stays the same. It’s just the size that changes. Actually, it looks like the light is dimming the bigger it gets. Like it’s 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 it’s almost transparent now. It’s 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 it’s 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.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

What in the hell is this shit?

“Lucaaaa….”

The voice whispers again, and I know it’s from the translucent vision, but the lips don’t move.

The face becomes a face and shoulders, then face, shoulders, arms, and torso. Her hair flows around her, moving slowly, like it’s 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 don’t fucking like that look. And I really don’t fucking know why. I’ve never seen the woman before. She doesn’t even look vaguely familiar. Why in the hell would her pain be my pain?

“Who are you?” I demand.

Again, her lips don’t move, but I still hear the voice inside my head. “Come to me, Luca. I need you.”

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. It’s long, flowing to the middle of her back. Her eyes are light brown, but not an ordinary brown. They’re an unusual golden amber. I’m not sure if it’s because of her noncorporeal appearance or if that’s their natural color, but they seem to glow.

More specks of dust penetrate the woman’s 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 I’m doing, I reach out to her.

When I take a step closer, the light surrounding her shimmers brighter. This time I’m able to shorten the gap between us. I take another step, and it seems to glisten even more. I’m tall, so when I take my next step, there’s 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.

There’s only inches between the tips of her fingers and mine now. The pain resting in my chest intensifies the closer I get, but it’s as if there’s a force that’s pushing me toward her. Like if I don’t, the pain would be a thousand times worse. I don’t 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 I’d 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.

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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!

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BLURB:

My name is Nathan Reines… and I’m a voyeur. Yes, I like to watch people have sex. Witnessing the desire on their faces as they writhe in ecstasy makes my blood hotter than the hottest flame. There’s nothing more erotic than seeing their bodies tighten and tremble as they balance on the edge of ecstasy. It makes my dick as hard as fucking steel.

I’ve never been tempted to have a lasting relationship with a woman—why get involved when watching from the sidelines is so fucking hot? But from the first time I watched the woman in the apartment across from mine, I knew she was different. She teases me with her soft touches and gentle caresses. She tempts me with her silent moans and sexy whimpers. She excites me, and makes me want more than I ever have before.

For two years, I refused to give in to my curiosity. That is, until fate took things in her own twisted hands. Now that I know what it’s like to experience Emberleigh in the flesh, there’s no damn way I could ever go back to simply watching.

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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!

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BLURB:

One girl disappeared. After fifteen years, her cold lifeless body was found on the damp forest floor. Not an inch of her was unmarked by the horrors she endured. Alone, malnourished, abused in horrific ways; this was how she died.

One girl was found walking the streets, covered in dirt and scars. She had no memory of who she was, where she came from, or what happened to her. Even though the marks on her body attested to years of heinous abuse, her strength shone through at every turn.

Revenge and justice were sworn.

Years of searching brought up nothing but dead ends. Detective Niko James was too late to save his childhood friend, but he vows not to let down another.

The clock is ticking and the trail is pitch dark.

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