Title: The Sinister Silhouette
Author: Alex Grayson
Cover Designer: Cover Me, Darling
Photographer: JW Photography
Model: Amanda Renee Publication Date: May 25th, 2018 Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR
She whispers my name at night, filling my dreams with her haunting beauty.
Her tormented amber eyes beg me for something I donât understand, and her agonizing pain becomes my own.
For years, sheâs come to me, calling my name.
For years, Iâve never known who she was.
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. 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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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. Thatâs all I see. Except for the tiny twinkling lights. Thereâs 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 wasnât visible. It was my favorite time of the month, because everything was so dark, except for the stars. Iâd lie out there for hours and just watch them twinkle, every so often catching one that soared across the black sky.
These arenât stars, it isnât a moonless sky, and I donât fucking like this. These tiny sparks of light float right in front of me, all around me, almost like glowing specks of dust.
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.
âWho in the hell are you?â 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.
This time, the voice sounds rushed. Itâs still whispered softly, but not the slow calling of the other two times. Itâs urgent. Thereâs 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 theâ¦ ceiling? The sky? I have no fucking clue. âWhat in the hell do you want from me?â
Not expecting an answer, because I didnât get one to my previous question, Iâm surprised when the voice comes again. Itâs close. So close, it almost seems like the words arenât spoken out loud, but are just somehow in my head.
âI need you.â
My brows slash down into a frown. Thereâs pain in the softly spoken words, and for some reason I donât 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 itâs caused by the agony in the womanâs voice.
âWhere are you?â My tone is gruff from the stinging ache.
âHere,â she whispers.
I whip around and still see nothing but the twinkling lights. I reach out, hoping that even if I canât see anything, I can feel something. Itâs so dark I canât 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. Itâs slightly bigger than the rest. I take a step forward, then stop when it begins to grow. It doesnât get brighter; the luminosity stays the same. Itâs just the size that changes. Actually, it looks like the light is dimming the bigger it gets. Like itâs 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 itâs almost transparent now. Itâs still growing, but the bigger it gets, the more it loses its solidness.
I can barely make it out through the white haze, but itâs 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.
âFuck,â I mutter.
What in the hell is this shit?
The voice whispers again, and I know itâs from the translucent vision, but the lips donât move.
The face becomes a face and shoulders, then face, shoulders, arms, and torso. Her hair flows around her, moving slowly, like itâs 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 donât fucking like that look. And I really donât fucking know why. Iâve never seen the woman before. She doesnât even look vaguely familiar. Why in the hell would her pain be my pain?
âWho are you?â I demand.
Again, her lips donât move, but I still hear the voice inside my head. âCome to me, Luca. I need you.â
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. Itâs long, flowing to the middle of her back. Her eyes are light brown, but not an ordinary brown. Theyâre an unusual golden amber. Iâm not sure if itâs because of her noncorporeal appearance or if thatâs their natural color, but they seem to glow.
More specks of dust penetrate the womanâs 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 Iâm doing, I reach out to her.
When I take a step closer, the light surrounding her shimmers brighter. This time Iâm able to shorten the gap between us. I take another step, and it seems to glisten even more. Iâm tall, so when I take my next step, thereâs 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.
Thereâs only inches between the tips of her fingers and mine now. The pain resting in my chest intensifies the closer I get, but itâs as if thereâs a force thatâs pushing me toward her. Like if I donât, the pain would be a thousand times worse. I donât 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 Iâd 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.