I knew Seth Marc was trouble the moment I laid eyes on him. His arresting presence rippled through me and I felt his chaos deep in my bones as our gazes met across the expanse of my father's gym.

The alluring fighter wasn't my type with his athletic torso, long, ropy arms, and powerful fists built to destroy men weaker than him, but every fiber in my being was fixated on him.

I craved him.

And although I knew he was the kind of guy who left a trail of shattered hearts in his wake, I wanted him.

I needed him.
I had to have him.

For the first time in my life, I decided to take a walk on the wild side, consequences be damned.

"The Consumed Series" is created by Skyla Madi, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

The Consumed Series

The hairs on the back of my neck lift, causing the skin behind my ears to pull tight. I smooth my palm down my arm, an attempt to ease the goosebumps that pebble. I stand backstage, in the corner of Seth's room, while two officials assess his hand wraps. I try to focus on what the two men are saying, but it goes unheard over the sound of my pulse beating in my ears. Seth hasn't taken his eyes off me since I entered the room. I haven't taken mine off him.


I wasn't going to come, since I was still mad at him after our kiss on the street. To me, it was a groundbreaking, passionate moment that further cemented the fact I'm quickly falling for him. To him, it was a statement, like a dog pissing on a pole to mark its territory.


The Dressing Room