Happy Hump Day!
Today, I have a sneak peek at J.R. Gray's newest release, Veil of Scars.
Enjoy, & don't forget to click on the image above for the other teasers this week!
"Any time you want me or him to stop or go slower, tell us, okay?" She smoothed her hand up my chest and brushed her nose over the base of my neck.
I turned into her gesture, brushing my lips over her temple. Instead of slowing down my thoughts sped up, whirling around my head in overdrive. I didn't know if I could do this.
When Sam returned, he took my hand and dragged me toward their bedroom. Once inside the dark room, he pushed me playfully and I stumbled back in the direction of the bed.
"Get in bed."
He started to strip quickly, and I awkwardly pushed my jeans off as I lay back on the bed. Charlie undressed more sensually at the foot of the bed for us to watch. Sam lay down beside me, lazily stroking his fingers over my naked form as we watched her. It struck me that women were more attractive than men were. I'd never noticed before. The soft curves of her body were beautiful, but my attention was never fully on her. I was too mesmerized by Sam so close and naked. I'd seen much of his body for years, as he wore only a scrap of fabric to cover himself when he swam, but this was different. He was laid bare to me. He pushed his hand down his abs to coil around himself.
Steven is tall, dark and damaged. He doesn't let anyone close, comfortable on the outside of normal life where he can hide his scars behind a wall so high that nothing gets through…except them. Despite a childhood marred with black and blue, he's survived and moved in with his two best friends, Sam and Charlie.
Life should get better, but it was Sam who held him when the dark threatened to swallow him whole, Sam who gave him a place that felt like home, and Sam who knew every scar and every broken place.
And it's all been taken away with Charlie sharing Sam's bed.
Without his former confront, Steven realizes what's been hiding in the deep corners of his heart, and the truth sinks him like a weight. He’s in love with one or maybe both of his roommates. Navigating unrequited love tears Steven apart and brings him to the precipice, and he has to choose: his feelings or Sam’s…and Charlie’s?
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 build up 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.