PRE-ORDER BLITZ: Key to Hell – Alex Grayson

by Alex Grayson
Genres: Romance, Suspense
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Title: Key to Hell
Series: Hell Night #4
Author: Alex Grayson
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 27, 2019
Blurb
Death. Destruction.
Pain. A soulless void. It’s his life. It’s his reality.
Emo doesn’t feel.
Anything. His soul is dark and filled with hatred. People in the small town of
Malus watch him with fear, with reverence. Exactly the way he prefers it.
Guilt surrounds him,
caging him in an ominous past he refuses to let go. Can’t let go. His past is responsible
for the shell of the man who now exists. He doesn’t know any other way to
survive.
The woman who haunts
his dreams is his only salvation. He’s hurt her over and over again. He didn’t
have a choice.
The key he holds on
to, the one he uses to carve into his flesh, is the key to his hell. It’s his
reminder of the pain he’s suffered and inflicted.
Will there be
retribution? Can Emo be saved? Or is he destined to live in this dark hell he’s
surrounded himself in for the rest of his life?
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Excerpt
Her voice wobbles when she whispers, “Closer, Aziah.
Please.”
“I can’t,” I whisper back.
Her lips form a frown and the wrinkle is back between her
eyes. “Why?”
“Because I don’t want to hurt you.”
Some of the tension leaves her, but her body’s still too
stiff for my liking. The fear isn’t as pronounced in her eyes, but it lingers.
“You would never hurt me.”
“Never physically,” I concede. “But being close to you will
mentally.”
She closes her eyes and lets out a slow breath before
opening them again. Her hand falls back to the bed.
“I don’t want to live like this anymore. I don’t want to
fear being touched. I don’t want to freeze when someone gets too close. You’re
one of the only ones I trust to help me.” She swallows. “Please.”
Fucking goddammit to hell. I can’t say no to her.
I close the rest of the space between us. Instead of taking
her hand, I drop to my knees beside the bed and sit back on my heels. Her gaze
follows me, and I warily watch her in return.
Time stands still as we stare at each other. I won’t make
the first move. I’m not touching her, but I’m still giving her what she wants
by being close enough for her to touch me.
After several tense moments, her hand hesitantly lifts again.
I close my eyes at the first whisper of her fingertips against my face. It’s
warm and smooth and oddly comforting. Her nails gently scrape across the
bristles on my cheek. I’m not used to such tender touches. I either don’t let
people touch me or I demand something harsh because that’s what I like.
Her fingers move up to my temple and stop. “Why do you have
blood on your temple?”
I blink open my eyes and find hers trained on the dried
blood I forgot was there. I should have washed it off before she woke up.
“It’s from my hand,” I answer quietly, afraid to break the
spell we currently seem to be under.
Her eyes flicker down to the hand on my thigh. The one I
unknowingly gauged in her presence earlier. I silently curse myself for being
so stupid.
“What was in your hand? What were you using to hurt
yourself?”
Against my better judgement, I answer honestly. “A key.”
Her confused gaze jumps to mine. “A key to what?”
I’m not ready to answer that question yet, so I shake my
head. Now that she’s here, she’ll know soon enough what the key unlocks. She,
more than anyone, has the right to know.
Thankfully, she doesn’t press me for an answer.
Her fingers move slowly over my forehead and down my other
temple, across my cheek and down to my chin. Her expression is one of awe and
amazement.
“I don’t like it when people touch me. When they get close,
I shut down. Deanna and Mick never touched me in the ten years I was with them.
In any way. They were always so nice to me, but I never let them get close,
physically or emotionally. I couldn’t stand it. I love my brother, and I know
he’d never do anything to me, but I’m even scared of him getting too close. I
haven’t willingly touched anyone in ten years. You’re the only one.” Her
fingers slide through my hair and a shiver races down my spine. “I wonder why
that is.”
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Author Bio
Alex Grayson is the bestselling
author of heart pounding, emotionally gripping contemporary romances including
the Jaded Series, the Consumed Series, and three 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.

Originally a southern girl, Alex now lives in Ohio with her husband, two
children, two cats and dog. She loves the color blue, homemade lasagna,
casually browsing real estate, and interacting with her readers. Visit her
website, www.alexgraysonbooks.com, or find her on social media!
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