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

How long has he been out here? Blush gathers in my cheeks at the thought of him hearing the things I said about him. About us.


"Hiding from Darryl." Seth lowers his hands and straightens. The way he holds himself with such confidence is breathtaking. "Saving you from your asshole ex. Again." 


I sigh and turn toward the swing. I sit down on it and pat the space beside me. Seth looks up at the worn branch while shrugging out of his jacket. 


I glance up, then at Seth. If he weighs every bit of the two-hundred pounds Chase claims he does, then I suppose it won't. I shift into the middle of the plank as Seth steps forward and drapes his jacket over my shoulders. The fabric envelops me and I melt into its warmth, into its crisp citrus and sandalwood scents. 


The Swing, Part 2