All she needed was a job…The last thing twenty-four year old grad student Angie Roberts needs is to worry about her new boss’s father. After all, she’s never even seen him. He remains sequestered upstairs in a house that looks like it should be the main feature in an episode of Hoarders. She had no idea the house was such a dump when she took the job. But she’s concerned about the safety and health of the old man living under such horrid conditions.
What she got was a mystery…
Despite warnings not to venture upstairs, she wanders up to the second floor. What she sees is shocking. The man she finds is a gorgeous, sexy, middle-aged man-- and he's stepping out of the shower. But something is definitely not right. Why would this wealthy, handsome man live in a house in such disrepair while his nine-teen year old son resides in a lavish penthouse? Why does he hide away from society? Why does he come to her rescue and then run away?
What she discovered was heartbreaking…
Angie learns that forty-four year old Grayson Whitmore suffers from schizophrenia. Paranoid, he retreats into his own world.
What she ended up with was a treasure…
Angie is determined to get through to him. They form a friendship that blazes into an inconceivable love fired with erotic passion. Angie must now come to Grayson’s rescue because the wicked that has been perpetrated on him is unconscionable. First, though, she must gain the trust of a man whose mind does not allow for such a thing.
Early Sunday morning, I crawled out of bed in search of Grayson. I discovered him upstairs in the room with the books. They were piled all around him as he scratched at something on the floor with an old shovel. The room was saturated with an early morning chill, so thick I could feel it seeping through my skin. I hugged my torso, scrubbing my palms up and down my arms. I approached him hesitantly and asked what he was doing. My heart was in my throat because I never knew what to expect with Grayson. He stopped and leaned against the handle, his cloudy gaze finding my face. He was fully dressed. He must have gotten dressed again after we’d made love earlier.
“Digging,” he acknowledged casually. “Digging a trap.”
I swallowed hard, emotion stacking like bricks in my chest. I shook my head, my mind grasping for purchase, trying to understand. “A trap for what, Grayson?”
“Danger. I have to be prepared. I have to protect us.”
I reached out a hand, trying to keep it steady. “You’re safe, Grayson.”
His gaze shifted to my proffered hand, but he didn’t move. He didn’t believe me. Fear and skepticism drew a roadmap of worry on his face. His jaw squared and he tightened his lips into a brittle line. I watched his body uncurl as he grabbed the shovel and silently started scraping at the floor again. That’s when I saw it. There was a large, jagged crater in the dusty wood that must have been covered up by the scattered books. It was directly over the small cracks I’d seen in the ceiling downstairs, the network of spider veins I’d noticed soon after starting here. I wondered how long he’d been working at this trap. I could already see exposed beams and fluffy insulation. If he kept this up, eventually he’d put a hole right through the wood floor.
“Go back to bed, Angie.”
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying with you, Grayson,” I said sternly, plopping myself down on the floor next to him.
He stopped again and stared at me, his blue eyes almost cobalt in the gray dawn. His hair was a loose mane framing his face, giving him an unruly look. “You’ll be tired. You haven’t gotten much sleep.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, hurting, thinking of the reason I’d been up most of the night. We’d held each other, made exquisite love, bathed in a temporary utopia where I could pretend he was okay.
But Grayson wasn’t okay, and as I spent more time with him, I realized the extent of his fractured thoughts. My Grayson was funny and brilliant. My Grayson was tender and passionate. My Grayson could melt my heart with the tiniest smile. But this man, too, was my Grayson, a man who was sometimes out of touch with reality, who lived in the distorted world concocted by his brain. It was a world of doubt, fear, and distrust.
GRAYSON STOLE MY HEART!
I’m a Lisa Eugene fan for sure. I have read and reviewed each one of her books (this is #4). In my humble opinion, with each book Lisa’s talent has grown and so has her confidence. I’ve come to know what to expect – a suspenseful, sexy, read with a woman in peril and a strong guy to help save her. Well Lisa Eugene blew all my expectation the heck out of the water with Grayson. This one is a departure in her style and a stretch of her skill in the best way possible. I absofreakinglutely loved it!
Angie Roberts is no damsel in distress. She is drowning under a sea of student loans, rent and trying to make ends meet in general. When she sees an ad offering cash to spend a few hours a week cleaning out an old house, she thinks it’s a win win. She is hired and specifically told not to go upstairs. To her surprise she walks into an old house that looks like the inside of a Hoarders episode. Wait – there is one more thing - you know how the beast in Sleeping Beauty told Belle to stay out of his section of the castle? So of course, she has to go up there and see what he’s hiding? Well, Angie does exactly the same thing. To her surprise, she finds this gorgeous man taking care of his business - with one hand if you know what I mean! What follows is the hottest scene I’ve read since Taken by Kelli Maine. I admit to contemplating a cold shower.
Now why would this gorgeous, rich, obviously virile man spend his time locked away in this dilapidated old house? Grayson Whitmore suffers from schizophrenia and paranoia. Despite these facts and the age difference, the first meeting between Angie and Grayson breaks the ice in a way that leads to a “friendship” between them. That friendship turns into an all-consuming attraction and love between these two. You think Angie would run like hell but her medical education lets her see things differently than most. You might also think that Grayson is just some nut job recluse. There is more to him and little by little he shows Angie more and more of himself.
Lisa Eugene does a great job of describing his manic episodes in a way that is believable, sometimes cringe worthy, without sugar coating it. It felt very real to me.Grayson made me laugh, made me cry, made me fall in love with this broken soul of a man who just needed someone to believe in him. Someone to pull him off the edge. Someone to bring him back to life.
Don’t think the road to love runs smoothly. It does not. There is trouble waiting in the wings. Can these two overcome the odds? The odds are stacked against them.If I have a negative, if you can call it that, it is that I wanted just a little more. Nonetheless, I was completely and totally invested in this story, from beginning to end. You will too.
When she's not plotting her next dangerous, fast-paced, sexy adventure, you can find her juggling a full time job, playing soccer mom, or curled up reading a good romance.