Title: Endless Obsession
Author: Alex Grayson
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: September 23, 2016
I’ve silently watched her for a year, staying hidden in the shadows, biding my time.
She may know me as two different men, but hasn’t a clue what I’ve done.
She unknowingly became mine the minute my eyes touched her beauty.
But I’ve done things. Things she may not be able to forgive.
I know all her secrets, her habits, her preferred coffee, what she does in her spare time, her favorite lingerie brand, even that she sleeps naked.
At night, I watch her from her window. During the day, I watch her from my computer. She innocently bares her heart and body to me, and I soak up every single fucking second.
I’ve stayed away, but I’m tired of watching from afar. It’s time Poppy finds out just who I am and what I’m willing to do to take what’s mine. She may hate me when she finds out my what I’ve done, but she has no choice but to accept it. She will be my wife. She will mother my children. I will claim every part of her heart, body, and soul. Anything else is unacceptable.
Poppy Lexington has become my ultimate obsession, and I will become her uncontrollable addiction.
She may know me as two different men, but hasn’t a clue what I’ve done.
She unknowingly became mine the minute my eyes touched her beauty.
But I’ve done things. Things she may not be able to forgive.
I know all her secrets, her habits, her preferred coffee, what she does in her spare time, her favorite lingerie brand, even that she sleeps naked.
At night, I watch her from her window. During the day, I watch her from my computer. She innocently bares her heart and body to me, and I soak up every single fucking second.
I’ve stayed away, but I’m tired of watching from afar. It’s time Poppy finds out just who I am and what I’m willing to do to take what’s mine. She may hate me when she finds out my what I’ve done, but she has no choice but to accept it. She will be my wife. She will mother my children. I will claim every part of her heart, body, and soul. Anything else is unacceptable.
Poppy Lexington has become my ultimate obsession, and I will become her uncontrollable addiction.
Unknown: Have you
enjoyed the flowers I’ve sent you?
I freeze, except for my eyes, which pop open wide in shock.
My breath gets caught in my throat when I realize this must be my mystery
flower guy.
Holy
hell! It’s him!
Why in the world is he texting me? After all this time, why
contact me now? And what in the hell do I say to him? It’s become a routine.
I’ve gotten used to getting the roses and not knowing who they are from.
Question after question runs through my mind. Who is he? Why send me flowers?
Why not introduce himself? Where did he first see me? How did he find out where
I worked? And how in the hell did he get my number?
That’s my number one question, so I ask him.
Me: How did you get my
number?
It only takes seconds for me to receive a reply, and I’m not
sure how to take it.
Unknown: I have my
ways. You didn’t answer my question.
He has his ways? What is that supposed to mean? My chest
tightens with fear at his answer. I push back the fear and ask another question
I’m dying to know.
Me: They’re beautiful,
thank you. Who are you?
Unknown: You’ll find
out soon enough.
Umm… say what? Another question avoided. My eyes narrow in
suspicion.
Me: I’m not sure I
like that answer. I have no idea who you are. What if I don’t want to know you
once I find out?
I notice the time on my phone and pull the second thigh-high
up my leg, keeping my eyes on the screen the entire time. This is really weird,
him having my number. I’m sure it’s not too hard to get the information, but
it’s the point that he went through the trouble to get it. I hate being left in
the dark like this.
My phone dings again, and I quickly grab it.
Unknown: You’ll want
to know me. Trust me.
Trust him? That’s laughable. How can he think I’ll trust him
when I have no idea who he is?
Me: It’s hard to trust
someone I don’t know.
I slip my feet in my heels as I wait for him to reply. It’s
doesn’t take long.
Unknown: You’ll learn.
Unsure of how to respond to that, I walk back to the kitchen
to get a travel mug of coffee ready. He seems so confident, and cocky. Maybe a
little too much, since it’s coming from a total stranger. How can he be so
sure?
I type out my original question again.
Me: Who are you?
Unknown: Soon…
I grip my phone in frustration. Now that he’s contacted me,
the need to know who sends me roses every week is overwhelming. It’s no longer
a curiosity—I need to know. I should
be more afraid, but I’m not, and that gives me pause. Why am I not more
fearful? He’s obviously hiding something, right? But what?
He sends another text before I get a chance to reply.
Unknown: Have a good
day at work, Beautiful.
What? That’s it? He has flowers delivered to me every week
for eight months, messages me out of the blue with cryptic messages, then
wishes me a good day at work? Pissed off vibes has my gut clenching. How dare
he contact me and leave me hanging.
Me: That’s it? That’s
all I get out of you?
I flip the off switch on the coffee pot, grab my now full
travel mug, my purse, and with phone still in hand, I leave my house, locking
it up behind me.
I’m buckling my seatbelt when he replies.
Unknown: For now, yes.
Oh no, that doesn’t work for me. He needs to give me
something. He can’t just expect me to accept his non-answers.
Me: How do you know
me? How do you know where I work?
Unknown: I know a lot
of things about you, Poppy.
Me: You’re not helping
your case of me wanting to know you. It’s freaking me out that you know stuff
about me, personal stuff, when I don’t even know your name. That’s not normal.
It’s pretty stalkerish, don’t you think?
I notice the time on my phone again and see I have a few
minutes before I need to leave, so I decide to wait for his reply.
Unknown: Just call me Mr. A for now. Have a safe trip to work.
Asher and Poppy are meant to be together... well in Asher's eyes they are... but Poppy doesn't quite know it yet.... but she finds herself very attracted to this man....What will happen when the game Asher has started gets more involved and the truth of the whole situation is about to come to a head??
Get to one clicking to find out all the in's and out's of this story!
I have to admit, it took me some time to really get into this book, but it does start to pick up and there is enough action to keep you wanting to turn the page.
Asher has a secrets and I'm pretty sure he is certifiable.
Poppy is convinced she has a secret admirer. The think that blew my mind though was just... who is so calm with the idea of a stalker? Who lets a 'stranger' do things to them? Poppy came off as desperate and flakey because of her willingness and her ease with the whole situation.
But the craziness doesn't end there.
This was a decent read but I can only give it 3.5 stars because of the slow beginning and the believability factor. If Poppy would have been more on guard, hesitant - I could have appreciated it more. Still, worth a read if you like a little twisted romance.
Poppy has been working for Asher for almost a year, but what she doesn't know is how obsessed he is of her. She is naturally attracted to him, but he's her boss and she doesn't want to cross that line. But who is sending her the sterling roses each week? Who is the mystery man who keeps texting her?
Asher has been in love with Poppy since the moment he saw her in his friend's office, and now she works for him, but his obsession doesn't stop there. He can't get enough of her and even stalks her. Is he the only one obsessed though? Is someone else stalking his woman?
The book is well written and the characters were developed, but while the story was dark and i kept shaking my head, the ending seemed rushed. 3.5 stars. If you like a darker read, then this is the book for you.
Alex Grayson is originally from the south, but has recently moved to Northern Ohio. Although she misses the warmth of Florida and often times detest the cold of Ohio, she absolutely loves living in the north. Her and her husband bought a house on two acres of land and live there with their daughter, son, one dogs, two cats, eight ducks, and three 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 daughter. 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 alexgraysonauthor@gmail.com.
