Friday, December 11, 2015

Release Blitz: Unveil Me by Alex Grayson

Synopsis for Unveil Me

Andrew Donovan is the outrageous goofy guy everyone loves. In any setting he takes center stage and makes everyone laugh; from his ridiculously funny t-shirts, to his naughty jokes, to his shameless flirting with anything that walks, male or female. But what you see on the outside can sometimes be deceiving. Andrew has a secret. A secret that’s slowly withering away the fun-loving guy everyone knows. A secret even his closest friends know nothing about.

When he first sees Jase in a picture, he knows instantly he’s found the one person who will be his forever. He’s just impatiently biding his time until Jase gets to Jaded Hollow. Andrew is torn. On one hand, he’s finally found the other half of his soul, while on the other, he’s slowly dying inside. Tragedy is on the horizon and there’s nothing he can do to stop it.

Jase Matthews comes to Jaded Hollow a dead man walking. He knows it’s only a matter of time before they find him. There is no way they’ll let him live. He’s instantly drawn to Andrew, but he refuses the connection, knowing his days are numbered. However, it’s not long before he realizes the pull Andrew has on him is something he can’t fight.

Can Andrew find the courage to reveal to his loved ones the secret he’s kept for years? Will Jase be the man to help him overcome the grief he feels inside? And what happens when Jase’s past catches up to him and threatens to take away the man Andrew’s waited forever to meet?

Buy Links:
Unveil Me (The Jaded Series, Book 3):

Buy Links for other books in the series:
Shatter Me (The Jaded Series, Book 1):

Reclaim Me (The Jaded Series, Book 2):

Extended Excerpt:
I ball my hands into fists with the first inch he slides in. My muscles spasm around him. Andrew grips my hips and pushes in another couple of inches. Our heavy breathing and moans are the only sounds in the room.

Working his hips back and forth, he slides the rest of the way in. The fullness is mind-blowing and so fucking intense. I know damn good and well I won’t last long.

“Shit, baby, you feel so goddamn good. You’re gripping me so fucking tight,” Andrew groans from behind me and holds his hips still.

“Please, Andrew, just move.” I’m not above begging if I have to. I’ll damn near do anything at this moment.

Before the words even leave my mouth, Andrew withdraws and slams back, over and over again.
“Ah, fuck, yeah!” I shout.

“You like that, Jase? You like my cock buried deep inside you? You like me fucking you hard and dirty, baby?”

This is what I need, right here. I need him to fuck me hard and fast, like it’s the last time he’ll do it and he wants to imprint me so fucking deep that I’ll never forget the feeling of him inside me.
Barely able to form a coherent thought, much less a word, I grunt out, “Harder.”

“You got it,” he rasps, before grabbing a handful of my hair in each hand and using it as leverage as he continues to fuck the living daylights out of me. His hips piston back and forth and his balls slap against mine. My muscles tighten up as I get closer and closer to release.

Letting go of my hair, he circles his arms around my chest and stomach, bringing my sweat-slick body tight against his. With the close proximity, his thrusts become shallow, but no less intense. He hits just the right spot and my body tenses, ready to let loose.

“Don’t come yet. I want it in my mouth,” Andrew says at my ear.

I have not a fucking clue how I’m going to pull off not coming, especially with him whispering shit like that in my ear. My body is in control here, but I push the need to release away.

Just as I’m about to say fuck it and let go, I hear Andrew grunt in my ear and grind his dick in my ass as far as it will go. He jerks and spasms and it nearly sends me over the edge. Only the promise of coming in Andrew’s mouth, holds me back.

Andrew stills behind me and licks and kisses my neck, his hot breath fanning over me. Once his breathing has somewhat regulated, he slowly pulls himself from me and turns me around.

I watch with anticipation as he immediately drops to his knees in front of me. One of my hands grabs my dick to aim it at his mouth, while the other grips his hair. Andrew opens wide, and I stick my dick inside.


The warm wetness of his mouth is almost too much. I have to force myself not to unload. I don’t want it to end just yet.

Andrew uses his tongue on the slit at the tip of my dick, and it feels so good my dick jumps. He then takes the head into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it. After a few seconds of torture, he opens his mouth wider and takes half of me in.

I move my hand from my cock and use both hands to grip his hair. “Take all of it,” I growl down at him.

He grabs my ass and in one smooth motion, engulfs my cock with his mouth, until I hit the back of his throat. I hold his head there for a few seconds before releasing.

The tightness of his throat and the slight hum of his moans send me soaring higher than I’ve ever been before. I slam my hips forward, and with my head thrown back, I shout out my release as jet after jet of cum shoots from my dick and into his mouth. Andrew greedily swallows every last drop.

After licking and sucking the very sensitive tip, Andrew stands and places a kiss against my lips. The taste of my cum on his lips is both thrilling and erotic. Our breathing has evened out slightly.

Ending the kiss, Andrew says “sleep” before grabbing my hand and walking to the bed, flicking the lights off as we go. The covers are thrown back and we slip underneath the sheet, the coolness of it feeling good against our heated skin. It’s still early evening, but the events of the day and last night and the thorough fucking we just had, has worn us both out.

“Roll over,” Andrew says quietly into the darkened room.

I comply and feel Andrew’s heat against my back. He wraps his arm around my chest and his face in my hair. I’m normally not the type to snuggle with my lovers, but having Andrew wrapped around me feels different. Hell, everything about Andrew is different from any lovers I’ve had in the past. I can’t quite explain it, but it’s a feeling I don’t want to ever let go of.

“Night, baby,” Andrew murmurs, his voice deepened with sleep.

“Night, Andrew.” I drift off to sleep a few minutes later.

 About Author:

Alex Grayson is originally from the south, but has recently moved to Northern Ohio. Although she misses the warmth of Florida and often detests the cold of Ohio, she absolutely loves living in the north. She and her husband bought a house on two acres of land and live there with their daughter, son, one dog, two cats, and eight ducks, and four 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 kids. 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

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