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Addicted

I had no way of knowing what that summer would bring. The things I would be capable of doing, the lengths to which I’d end up going, the intensity with which I would yearn. I had no way of knowing about him. The problem with addiction? You crave what you need...whether it is good for you or not.

Lose Control.

Lose Yourself.

Get Addicted.

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This debut novel by author Devon Gray combines hot summer sex with emotional turmoil in a novella that will have you flipping the pages from the opening chapter. Reviewed by Dandelion, Whipped Cream Erotic Romance Reviews

Hot sex, as well as, a stirringly emotional ride to a very satisfying conclusion is what awaits you. Regina, Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance

Addicted is a fabulously intense and darkly erotic debut romance from author Devon Gray...Ms. Gray’s writing is fresh, intelligent and wickedly sensual, and reads as if you’re catching a glimpse of the forbidden. Addicted will ensnare you on the first page and keep your attention until the last word’s been read. I cannot wait to see what Ms. Gray has in store for her readers in the future. Recommended Read, Reviewed by: Bella, 5 Angels, Fallen Angels Reviews

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I’ll never forget the first time I saw him. Eyes so gray they were almost silver, hair as black as those summer nights had been, the rich sound of his laughter at something witty my friend, Sara, had said. All of this floated around me, my pulse dancing. But his laugh faded into the moment and he looked at me, the remnants of a smile still on his lips. It was then I felt it. An indescribable sensation at the time, but something I would soon come to know as an energy. A force with the power to take me under, willing or not. His gaze lingered on mine for a moment, a brief, fleeting, substantial moment, and then the connection was gone. His friends enveloped him in their attention, and I watched as the group returned to their table at the other end of the bar. This wouldn’t be the only time I’d see him—a fate I’m still not certain was a blessing or a curse.

Three years have passed since that summer I spent at Sara’s family’s beach house in a town so small South Carolina needn’t have bothered putting it on the map. Three months we were there. Sara on summer break from law school, me on break from my life. You see, artists are never truly satisfied unless they are immersed in their passion, and graduating with an accounting degree because you are too chicken shit to pursue what you really want doesn’t exactly pave the road to creativity. A free summer financed by Sara’s parents was just too good of an opportunity to pass up. I left that office with my pitiful little box of belongings before common sense had a chance to do its job. I promised myself this wouldn’t be a mistake. The time I would spend on hiatus from nothing would clear my head and I would know in which direction to go.

At the time I made the decision I had no way of knowing what that summer would bring. I wouldn’t have been able to imagine the things I would be capable of, the lengths to which I’d end up going. The intensity with which I would yearn. I had no way of knowing about him. The problem with addiction is you crave what you need—whether it is good for you or not.

So, I’ll tell you my story but you must promise not to judge, for what you will hear will not always paint me in the best light. I will come off, at times, as a woman who should have known better. I was told, after all. But if you allow yourself to succumb to a dark place, if you become truly lost, you will do anything…anything to end the pain—if only for a moment.