COVER REVEAL

CRAVE ME

BESTSELLING AUTHOR M.

ROBINSON

COVER MODEL MITCH

MCKERSIE

COVER DESIGN THE FINAL WRAP

RELEASE MAY 10^TH

What if home was what you’re running from?

Where did that leave you?

Always on the other side of the fence.

Always looking in.

Always wishing you were someone you couldn’t be.

Until one day you meet her.

The one.

She was my high, but she was also…

My demise.

Colors

blended together making it hard to focus on one thing. I blinked a few times

and just like that…

I

saw her face.

As

if she was standing right in front of me.

Smiling.

Happy.

Laughing.

My

whole world…

My

girl.

I

felt my lips curl up slightly at the vision as I reached out for her. Wanting

to touch her, needing to hold her, yearning to kiss her. Craving, God, craving

to fucking love her.

“I’m

sorry,” I murmured out loud to no one but the illusion of my drug-infested

mind. “I’m so fucking sorry,” I repeated repentantly, longing for her to

believe me.

Aching

for her to love me again like she used to.

I

don’t know how long I sat there, staring at her beautiful face before my eyes,

subconsciously rubbing the tattooed key that was placed over my heart. I

couldn’t take it anymore, and the desire won over the haze.

It

was too powerful.

It

was too vivid.

I

grabbed my phone. “Baby,” I said into the speaker. The ringing quickly

followed, going straight to voicemail. I hung up and tried again. “Baby,” I

urged with desperation in my tone.

Still

nothing.

I

tried again and again and again.

I

would try until the end of time if that’s what it took for her to answer.

To

talk to me.

To

save me.

To

crave me.

Time

just seemed to standstill, as my life slowly played out in front of me. Trying

to balance in between the light and the darkness when all I could see was gray.

“What?!”

she screamed into the phone, finally answering after I don’t know how many

failed attempts. “What the hell do you want now?”

“Mi

cielo.” I breathed a sigh of relief.

She ignored

my term of endearment. I hadn’t called her that in such a long time.

My

heaven.

“What

do you want, Austin? Why are you calling me? We’re over! I can’t do this

anymore!”

I

shut my eyes and let my mind wonder, allowing it to go to another place in time

where she didn’t hate me.

“I

remember the first time I made you smile,” I chuckled, as if it had just

happened.

My

nerves were on fire. The mere sound of her breathing through the phone was too

intense for me. I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry.

“I

remember when you used to smile just for me. Do you remember, baby? Do you

remember what my love feels like?”

I

heard her faintly breathing.

“Do

you remember my hands on you? My lips? My tongue? The first time I made you

come with my mouth? Do you remember all the times since? Tell me I’m not

forgotten. Tell me you remember, baby.”

Silence.

“I

love you, Briggs. I love you so fucking much. You’re killing me, don’t you see

that? I’m dying without you.”

“No,

Austin. You were dying with me,” she rasped, knowing that it killed her to say

that.

“The

first time I saw your face, I thought to myself, damn, this beautiful girl is

goin’ to be the death of me. You were perfect in every way. I was a cocky son

of a bitch who needed you then, as much as I need you now.”

More

silence.

“I

had a dream about you, baby. I always fucking dream about you. In my dream you

had a ring on your finger. A ring I put there. You belonged to me. Only mine.

Forever fucking mine. You were pregnant, Briggs. You looked so goddamn happy. I

saw light at the end of the tunnel for the first time in years.”

She

sniffled into the phone.

“I

made love to you. Slow, just the way you love. Taking my time to touch every

last inch of your body. Memorizing every last bit of you. Making you come until

you begged me to stop. I didn’t.”

“I

can’t—” she tried to interject, but I didn’t let up.

“I

kissed your stomach. Our baby. Letting my lips linger there, whispering sweet

lullabies, letting her know daddy will always be there. Baby, it was so real.

For a second I gave you the one thing you so desperately wanted, the one thing

I can’t give you.”

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