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.
* A review copy was provided by the author for the Blog Tour *
~~ 4 Stars ~~
This is the first book by Lisa Eugene that I have read and it won’t be my last. I really enjoyed this story. I will admit that the cover and blurb are what drew me into the book, but it is the story that kept me hooked. I thought the author did a great job writing a love story built around a tough subject like Mental Health Issues. I will also say that I was excited that this book was listed as an erotic story. I went expecting a story with a lot of sex and I will say that I was surprised that there wasn’t as much sex as I was expecting. That in no way was a negative for the book….I was pleasantly surprised that this book wasn’t all about sex and had a strong storyline to carry the book. I realized what made this book an erotic story was in the description of the sex scenes….they are graphically detailed but in a tasteful way…nothing too raunchy. This was a fairly quick moving story, nothing dragged and we aren’t overloaded with excess drama just to keep the story going.
In this story we meet Angie and Grayson. Angie is a 24 year old graduate school student who is also working as a nurse in a hospital, but is still in need of money. So she goes to an interview for someone wanting a person to clean their father’s home. She meets Charles (Grayson’s 19 yr old scumbag of a son) and is hired for the job. Angie is under the assumption that Charles’s dad is a 70 yr old man who has mental health issues….well let me tell you she is pleasantly surprised when she sees Grayson for the first time. That is a scene you want to read 😉 Turns out Grayson is a 44 yr old man with Schizophrenia and has sequestered himself in his childhood home and pretty much has become a recluse…..That is until Angie starts to break down his walls. We get to watch these two grow into a friendship that eventually leads to more. I loved that Angie was not willing to give up on Grayson like everyone else had. She also proved that everyone deserves and needs love in their lives.
I would recommend this book to everyone. I thought it was an interesting story that will keep your attention all the way through. I thought it was a great story about showing the not so pretty side of loving someone with a mental health issue. It had a great message of showing you that everyone deserves to be loved and it had some really HOT scenes 😉 This was a standalone with a HEA.
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.
Lisa Eugene began writing as a way to mentally escape from the hectic medical world where she has been a practicing nurse for over twenty years. After publishing her first novel, STRICTLY BUSINESS, she quickly learned that readers couldn’t get enough of the world she created and now she lives out her wildest fantasies by writing steamy romantic suspense for her fan-favorite Washington Memorial Hospital series.
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.