Friday, September 26, 2008

Author Spotlight: Devon Gray

Today's author in the spotlight is Devon Gray and her new release, Addicted, available from the Wild Rose Press.

Author Bio:

Devon Gray wore many hats before finding the perfect fit as a writer. Ignoring all the creative chatter in her head landed her in several unfortunate jobs, including a gig as a birth control educator for college freshman (don't ask). After getting married and having children, the voices in her head became more and more insistent their stories be told until she finally sat down at her computer. It was at this point she discovered what she was meant to be when she grew up… an author. Any day she can write is a good day.

Devon lives in Atlanta with her husband and two children. She spends as much time as possible at their vacation home in Seaside, Florida. The quaint beach town fuels her creativity and provides constant inspiration for her stories. Devon enjoys reading, exercising, spending time with her family and immersing herself in all things writing.

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It seemed like a great idea at the time--escaping for a summer with my best friend, leaving behind a job I hated and all my indecisiveness. Three months in a small beach town would clear my head, brighten my outlook on the future, guide me in the right direction.

I had no way of knowing what that summer would bring. The things I would be capable of, the lengths to which I'd end up going, the intensity with which I would yearn. I had no way of knowing about him.

He came into my life like a summer storm--sudden, intense, with a threat of danger; flooding my senses until I was drowning in him. The problem with addiction? You crave what you need…whether it is good for you or not.


I’ll never forget the first time I saw him. Eyes so gray they were almost silver, hair as black as those summer nights had been, the rich sound of his laughter at something witty my friend, Sara, had said. All of this floated around me, my pulse dancing. But his laugh faded into the moment and he looked at me, the remnants of a smile still on his lips. It was then I felt it. An indescribable sensation at the time, but something I would soon come to know as an energy. A force with the power to take me under, willing or not. His gaze lingered on mine for a moment, a brief, fleeting, substantial moment, and then the connection was gone. His friends enveloped him in their attention, and I watched as the group returned to their table at the other end of the bar. This wouldn’t be the only time I’d see him—a fate I’m still not certain was a blessing or a curse.

Three years have passed since that summer I spent at Sara’s family’s beach house in a town so small South Carolina needn’t have bothered putting it on the map. Three months we were there. Sara on summer break from law school, me on break from my life. You see, artists are never truly satisfied unless they are immersed in their passion, and graduating with an accounting degree because you are too chicken shit to pursue what you really want doesn’t exactly pave the road to creativity. A free summer financed by Sara’s parents was just too good of an opportunity to pass up. I left that office with my pitiful little box of belongings before common sense had a chance to do its job. I promised myself this wouldn’t be a mistake. The time I would spend on hiatus from nothing would clear my head and I would know in which direction to go.

At the time I made the decision I had no way of knowing what that summer would bring. I wouldn’t have been able to imagine the things I would be capable of, the lengths to which I’d end up going. The intensity with which I would yearn. I had no way of knowing about him. The problem with addiction is you crave what you need—whether it is good for you or not.

So, I’ll tell you my story but you must promise not to judge, for what you will hear will not always paint me in the best light. I will come off, at times, as a woman who should have known better. I was told, after all. But if you allow yourself to succumb to a dark place, if you become truly lost, you will do anything…anything to end the pain—if only for a moment.


Anonymous said...

Great excerpt! Sounds like a book that I could become Addicted to! LOL

Devon Gray said...

Thanks for having me here today. Melissa- glad you stopped by. I've had a few people contact me saying they became addicted to the story ;-)


Eliza Knight said...

Thanks for sharing your book with us Devon!!! It sounds fabulous!

Unknown said...

looks like a great book. Thanks for bringing it to our attention, Eliza!

roxann said...

This sounds like something I could get into. Interesting excerpt.