I'm happy to welcome Author J.R. Gray on my blog. Gray's here to share her latest release, Damages Incurred, with us.
Damages Incurred Blurb:
Their world is crumbling on the King's
Elliot is missing.
George has failed and his demons are
threatening to swallow him whole.
Jesse's life is slipping through his
Zac is doing everything he can, but he's
plagued with flash backs of a life he can't remember.
Can they get it together to save
themselves or Elliot?
It was dark when he stepped out into the back
entrance of the penthouse. His footsteps echoed through the halls as he walked.
George should be in bed as he was generally an early riser, but Jesse half
expected him to be consoling his pain with a slave.
He paused in front of the play room, swallowing
hard. What if his actions had been the final straw in George moving on? What
It was too painful to finish the thought. He set
his hand on the handle, telling himself he could face what he found inside. He
turned it silently and pushed the heavy door forward. It was dark inside, only
the lights of the city illuminating the toys spread over the massive wall. The
door was soundproof, but now that it was open, all he heard was the light snore
of a slave. He closed the door quickly and then pressed a hand into his aching
chest. He stalked forward, seeing the flicker of a fire on the wall as he
approached the living room.
He stepped around the corner to find George
looking pensive staring into the fire, drink in hand. He paused, waiting for an
invitation. One never came. George acted as though he didn't see him. Jesse
opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. There wasn't an apology that
could even cover the pain he'd put George through.
He fell to his knees. "Forgive me," he
George didn't respond. Jesse fell forward
pressing his forehead into the cool hardwood floor. Warm hands closed around
his arms, dragging him to his feet, and he was enveloped in George’s arms. His
eyes started to mist, and he couldn’t catch a full breath. It was all too much
to bear. He’d left his heart when he left George, and there were no words for
what it felt like to be back here. He buried his face in George’s neck and
wrapped his arms around him. George kissed every spot he could reach on Jesse
in their position.
It was so much more than dominant and submissive
like this. Jesse’s heart ached. The pain radiated through his bones. He’d been
holding off losing it for so long he hadn’t even realize how bad the pain had
gotten, how numb he’d been.
When not staying up all
night writing, J.R Gray can be found basking in the warm glow of the Miami sun,
or at the gym where it's half assumed Gray is a permanent resident. A dominant,
pilot, and sword fighting enthusiast, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger
seat of any car. Gray frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep
patterns, to jot down nonsense. The bane of Gray's existence are commas, and
even though it's been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to
baffle and bewilder.
If Gray wasn't writing…well,
that's not possible. The buildup of untold stories would haunt Gray into an
early grave or possibly a mental institution where the tales would end up on
the walls in crayon and finger paint.