Everything in Duke Grayson’s life was all he could ever ask for: A loving family, loyal friends, a beautiful girlfriend, and a scholarship to his top choice college. It’s his senior year of high school, and all he needs is to focus on his grades, lacrosse, and keeping his girlfriend happy. That is until Raya walks into his life.
From the moment they meet, Duke is drawn to her, not only for her natural beauty and her stunning crystal blue eyes, but because he’s aware there’s more to this girl than just his alluring pull to her. He senses secrecy and fear.
Throughout the year, their bond grows stronger, and his feelings for her become undeniable. Just when he is about to express his love, tragedy strikes and Raya disappears.
For six years, Duke is tortured by his struggles, as he’s unable to find her and blames himself for failing to protect her. Until the day, she’s found, and he’s given a second chance. Will Duke become her beacon of hope and make her see that it’s the little things that make life worthwhile? Can Raya overcome her fears and fight against the terrors that haunt her? Or will her dark and torturous past be too much for her to battle against?
*Warning: This book contains some disturbing situations, strong language and sexual content. Suited for 18 years and over.
party?” I know that voice anywhere. I turn around to find Duke smiling at me.
dance at parties, so that was surprising.”
“Oh well. He’s a good dance partner.”
just in time for a new song to start. The speakers start to play “Timber” by
Pitbull and the crowd goes wild as people begin to flood the dance area. My
heart literally stops beating and I swear I can’t even breathe, I’m so freaking
nervous. I notice that my hand fits so perfectly in Duke’s hand.
dance closely; maybe a little too close. As the song starts, he sings the
lyrics and we begin to groove to the music.
with him. The crowd is compact and everyone’s bodies continuously bump into one
another. Duke looks at me and places his hand on my lower back. A shocking jolt
of electricity flows through his touch and my eyes widen. He immediately
removes his hand from my back and instead keeps his hand by his side. I can
still feel the heat flow, where his hand was placed, and I miss it being there.
We continue dancing as I give him a reassuring smile. He winks and continues to
sing and twirls me around.
have. As we dance together, I no longer pay attention to what’s around me. It’s
as if Duke and I are the only ones dancing and as I stare at him, I get lost in
the wonder of what could be. Someone from behind me pushes me forward and I
fall against Duke’s strong and broad chest as he catches me. We stare into each
other’s eyes for a brief moment before he breaks the contact and helps me stand
on my own.
stragglers. Duke looks at his watch. “It’s getting late. We should get going.”
we say our goodbyes. Taylor tells me he will call soon and he hugs me and
kisses me on the cheek. As we pull up to my driveway, Melanie asks, “So, was it
a night to remember?” I smile and catch Duke looking at me through the rearview
mirror, “Yes, yes it was.”
raised in the Bronx, where she resided until she was 17 years old. After 9/11,
Madison joined the United States Navy to serve her country. During the deployments, Madison constantly wrote
short stories and she discovered her passion for writing. You will find Madison
always on the computer, whether she’s on Facebook, designing websites, messing
with Photoshop, or writing for her blog.
Besides writing, her second passion is music and
dance. Even though she’s a terrible.