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Friday, May 25, 2018

Saints & Sinners Presents: The Sinister Silhouette by Alex Grayson; #ReleaseBlitz, #NowAvailable, #OutNow, #Live, #Giveaway


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Cover designer: Cover Me
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Image: JW
Photography
Model: Amanda Renee


“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.

Until now….


















“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 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 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 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.






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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