Excerpt from A State of Gray

Hey guys!

So this morning I decided that you guys deserve a little sneak peak into A State of Gray.

SO! I thought I'd give you a little sneak peak excerpt from the book! Don't forget to preorder your copy before October 23rd!

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Excerpt:



"Stunning, isn't it?"

A deep, masculine voice startles me out of my spiraling thoughts. I gasp and spin around, knocking an expensive looking lamp to the floor, sending it flying and leaving a spiderweb vein of a crack in the side.

As I stand there, clutching my chest like I just had a heart attack, I'm confronted by the tall, broad, muscular form of a man. His face is etched with something between amusement and annoyance, his deep brown eyes narrowed at me.

"I'm- I'm, oh my god, I'm so sorry," I stammer, unable to make eye contact with the uncomfortably handsome man. I sheepishly lift the lamp from the floor and attempt to fix the crooked lampshade.

"Please don't," he says, his voice flat. I set the lamp back on the end table and quickly grasp the handle of my cleaning bag as I stare at the freshly cleaned floor beneath me. The professional cleaner in me is slowly fading away, leaving me with nothing but my usual awkward self.

"I'll pay for that," I mumble, slowly edging my way towards the doorway.

"I doubt you could afford it," says the man, sighing and looking sadly at the lamp, "It was a one of a kind from Italy."

I bite my lower lip and then attempt to smile apologetically, although it comes out as more of a grimace. I'm not very good at talking to people, especially men, especially hot ones.

"I'm really sorry," I say, "I'll talk to my employer, I'm sure she'll take it off the cleaning fee."

His expression changes to that of mild amusement. "You're the new cleaning girl?" he asks, an obnoxious smirk spreading across his features.

I don't know why he finds it so amusing, it's not like I look like anything other than a maid. I'm not ugly, but I'm not exactly a looker either, I've got one of those forgettable, average faces. And dressed in such a plain, boring uniform, the only thing someone might mistake me for would be a waitress.

"Yes sir," I reply, "I was just finishing up. Please don't think my mistake is a reflection on Housekeeper's Headquarters, they are all very professional."

"And you aren't?" he asks, crossing his arms across his chest. His pecs strain against the tight, white button up he's wearing. I'm assuming it was him in the workout room a little while ago.

"Again, I'm very sorry, sir," I insist, "I promise you will be compensated." I'm nearly at the door when I remember I need to call Tommy to get him to come pick me up. There's no telling how long it will take him to get here.

I attempt to smile and nod professionally, but the annoyance must be evident on my face. I've been told I wear my heart on my sleeve, although it's really not my intention. I just have a terrible poker face,

"I'm sorry, have I held you up?" he asks, his voice edged with condescension.

He might be handsome, but this guy seems a little full of himself.

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