RELEASE DAY BLITZ                             MISTS OF THE SERENGETI by Leylah Attar

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From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Leylah Attar, comes a standalone, contemporary love story set against the lush backdrop of the Serengeti, in East Africa. Inspired by true events, Mists of the Serengeti is a compelling, emotionally resonant tale of the unknown ways in which we are all connected.

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Title: MIST OF THE SERENGETI

Author: Leylah Attar

Genre: Contemporary Romance / Women’s Fiction

Publisher: Pitch 73 Publishing

Number of Pages: 400+

Release date: 31st January, 2017

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Synopsis

 

Once in Africa, I kissed a king…

“And just like that, in an old red barn at the foothills of Mount Kilimanjaro, I discovered the elusive magic I had only ever glimpsed between the pages of great love stories. It fluttered around me like a newly born butterfly and settled in a corner of my heart. I held my breath, afraid to exhale for fear it would slip out, never to be found again.”

When a bomb explodes in a mall in East Africa, its aftershocks send two strangers on a collision course that neither one sees coming.

Jack Warden, a divorced coffee farmer in Tanzania, loses his only daughter. An ocean away, in the English countryside, Rodel Emerson loses her only sibling.

Two ordinary people, bound by a tragic afternoon, set out to achieve the extraordinary, as they make three stops to rescue three children across the vast plains of the Serengeti—children who are worth more dead than alive.

But even if they beat the odds, another challenge looms at the end of the line. Can they survive yet another loss—this time of a love that’s bound to slip through their fingers, like the mists that dissipate in the light of the sun?

“Sometimes you come across a rainbow story—one that spans your heart. You might not be able to grasp it or hold on to it, but you can never be sorry for the color and magic it brought.” 

A blend of romance and women’s fiction, Mists of The Serengeti is inspired by true events and contains emotional triggers, including the death of a child. Not recommended for sensitive readers. Standalone, contemporary fiction.

 

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TRAILER:

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 

Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse

What a huge page-turning mistake I made at the crack of dawn! The prologue whet my appetite to such an extent that I knew this book was going to be a difficult one to put down. Much to my dismay, I had to since life’s little things got in the way. Saying that, I couldn’t stop thinking about what I’d read and was itching to dive back into it. Ms Attar’s eloquent and creative writing is nothing less than breath-taking, overwhelming and simply sublime. Her character development is well above par, and the story so absorbing that I feel obliged to warn the new reader to begin this standalone at a reasonable hour. “Why?” Because the journey you’re taken on will most likely cause sleep deprivation. I would also like to mention that if you go in blind, you won’t regret it either. I was very fortunate in being able to read this book before it was published, but I hadn’t read the synopsis which I feel dampens the element of surprise in any book.

“You’re full of surprises, Rodel Emerson.”

“I’m a teacher.” “And you can call me Ro.”

“I’ve never met a Rodel I didn’t like.”

The setting is beyond visual. I was there! Quite honestly, it was like watching a movie in high definition with sound effects included. And much to my delight, in a country I would love to visit. I saw the majestic Kilimanjaro, I smelt the air, and savoured the beauty of nature’s natural surroundings. The flora and fauna wildlife came alive and even though there are pages without any banter which happens to be what I love most in a book, I really couldn’t have cared less since the author’s descriptive writing is as such that she had me completely mesmerised and in awe.

“You missed the annual migration,” “It’s an extraordinary sight.”

“I can’t imagine it getting any better than this.”

Firstly, I had absolutely no idea about the plight of certain youngsters in Tanzania. Aghast by the barbarities, Ms Attar has gone to great lengths to explain why they are in danger making it easier to understand; however, this doesn’t change the fact that their persecution is totally unacceptable.

“You don’t want to know. Trust me. Some things are better left in the dark, where they belong.”  

The two protagonists’ personal trials and tribulations are cannily woven into a story of loss, love and liberation. The word ‘loss’ shouldn’t be taken lightly because both of them are wallowing in their own sorrow after a tragic event occurs. Guilt-ridden, Jack Warden has no wish whatsoever to see the light of day regardless of his heroic act. From completely different walks of life, neither he nor Rodel Emerson realise they are going to be out of their depth regarding what is on the cards for them.

“. . . You’re in way over your head. You have no idea what you’re getting into.”

Taking into consideration Rodel’s profession and age, her lack in life’s experiences surprised me a tad, nonetheless, it has little to do with her gutsy and fearless attitude. Carrying on what someone dear to her began, won me over. How she manages to control her loss made me cry. Written in italic, her heartfelt thoughts are replied to in her mind, she takes their advice given and will try her utmost to live up to them. Jack is a much more complicated person. But slowly; and ooh how slowly, will Rodel break down Jack’s standoffishness, put him in his place and make him see it’s not unmanly to suffer as he does. Yep folks, Jack is all man underlined and highlighted, so brace yourselves for some scorching hot panty-dropping scenes!  

“Once in Africa, I kissed a king. . .”

How they handle their emotions had me screaming at the top of my voice. I got so damn upset with Jack. It seemed to me their relationship was never going to lift off. While trying to unravel their reasons for holding back became this reader’s challenge and had me urging them on. When push becomes shove and they can’t deny their feelings was when I sighed a breath of relief. Yet nothing is ever cut and dry. Never take what you think will happen for granted because nothing in this heart-wrenching story is what it seems. My heartstrings were pulled to the limit. I adore; and I say this is present tense because these two people who are larger than life, broke me into little pieces. I was put back together in such a manner that not only was I left exhaustingly elated, but also overwhelmed by an epilogue which has made an everlasting impression on me.

 “It wouldn’t be fair. And I don’t have what it takes to let you in and then let you go. I can’t handle any more goodbyes, Rodel.”

This is my kind of read and I have no doubt it will be yours. Get ready for the unexpected; be prepared for some very touching moments, for secondary characters who’ll bring smiles to your face, for high-level angst that’ll have you sitting on the edge of your seat. I truly couldn’t find fault in Mists of the Serengeti. The storyline flows at a steady pace and the book’s outstanding banter helped me to connect to each and every one concerned. Such a mysteriously romantic tale of life’s acceptance and struggles inspired by true events deserves no less than SIX STARS! BRAVO!

A couple of my fave quotes:

“. . . remember how you painted my world with your colors. Remember your rainbow halo.”

“I will.” “I’ll remember. For the rest of my life.”

“You’re my rainbow-haloed girl, and you’re freaking magical. Don’t you ever forget that.”

 

     

EXCERPT:

“I’ve missed you.” She traced the lines of my face, her hair falling like a curtain around me. “You’re like the broken chapter of my favorite story.”

Something fierce trembled inside of me as I tucked one side of her hair behind her ear. How could I explain to her the hunger, the craving, the obsession? The small, sharp memories of her, always at the edge of my brain? I couldn’t. So I kissed her. With all the words I couldn’t form. My arms locked around her and she melted into me like a sigh.

It was soft, butter-smooth love. Heat rising under our skin. Clothes undone. A string of kisses on her breast. Her legs sliding against mine. The rapture of re-learning her curves. The indescribable fullness of holding her, of watching her body respond to the sensations I was making her feel.

I was hungry for her and hungry to pleasure her. With my hands and my lips and my tongue. I loved the way she came—body arched, mouth open, warm flesh quivering under my touch. Each time she reached her peak, I burned a little more, until the desire to possess raged through my blood like an inferno. There was a brief tear of a foil wrapper, and then I sank into her—deeply, completely.

God. The feel of her body opening up to me, molding around me like a warm, wet glove. Her tongue in my mouth. The way her hands clutched me. The way her leg wrapped around my hip. I bit her shoulder as the animal in me rose. And then it was all primal passion, nothing but the sound of her soft moans. My release should have been quick, but I held on, not wanting it to end. Being inside of her was like a drug. Being inside of her was pure euphoria. I captured the gasp that escaped her as her body stiffened. She was coming again.

“Yes,” I growled as she writhed under me. “Fuck, yes.” And then I gave in to the explosion of fiery sensations that overtook me, rocking me to the core.

In the aftermath, she slipped her leg between mine and put her head on my chest. I could feel her eyelashes against my skin every time she blinked. It was the tiniest flutter—the softest sensation—but it soothed the hot, brimming ache her absence had left. A wave of completeness washed over me as slowly, gradually, she closed her eyes and fell asleep in my arms.

   

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Leylah Attar writes stories about love – shaken, stirred, and served with a twist. She lives in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, son, and all the voices in her head. Sometimes she disappears into the black hole of the internet, but can usually be enticed out with chocolate. Leylah is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author, represented by Amy Tannenbaum of the Jane Rotrosen Agency.

 

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                                    BLOG TOUR                                             THE DO-OVER by JULIE A. RICHMAN

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The DO-OVER

 An all-new emotional and sexy STANDALONE by Julie A. Richman is now LIVE!!

 

Publication Date: January 26th, 2017

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Photographer: Wander Aguiar

Cover Model: Forrest Harrison

Cover Designer: Jena Brignola ~ Bibliophile Productions

 

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Synopsis:

~ Sometimes, one degree is all that separates you from the one you were meant to be with ~

Wes Bergman was sex on a stick.

We’d been circling one another our entire lives, mingling at the same clubs… attending the same events…sharing mutual acquaintances…yet we’d never actually met.

Until . . . we both boarded a Windjammer Cruise in the Caribbean. And it was like meeting my long, lost best friend for the first time. I hadn’t ever connected with a guy that way before.
But Wes had a girlfriend. So, when the week was over, he walked off the ship, unknowingly taking a piece of my heart with him.

Now, over a decade later, newly divorced, I’m the proverbial fish out of water. Dating has totally changed. Apps. Swipe left. Swipe right. Catfishing. Men my age want two things: twenty-five-year-olds—like my ex’s new child bride of a wife—or just a quick hook-up.

After a string of bad dates, I finally did something I never thought I’d do. I had a hot one-night stand with a really handsome guy I met online who didn’t even know my real name.

Turned out Mr. Fling is a big shot for my company’s newest client. And just my
luck, that client’s CEO is none other than . . . Wes Bergman.
Now I’m separated by one degree again from the man who stole my heart.
And Mr. Fling could destroy my chance of what I want most –

A Do-Over with Wes.

 

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His hand slowly stroking up and down the outside of my thigh is what roused me from my dream state. It was so soft and tender that I was getting more and more turned on with every movement. With my eyes still closed, I enjoyed the sensation.  It wasn’t until his lips started brushing my shoulder, that I was unable to stifle a moan, revealing that I was awake.

“Good morning,” his whisper was hoarse.

“Mmm, good morning.” I stretched my body against his and turned my head to see his face hovering over mine, before our lips met.

“Sleep good?”

“Surprisingly, I did. I was so exhausted. Sorry for passing out on you last night,” I apologized.

“I think we both passed out the moment our heads hit the pillows.” Wes’ hand had migrated from my thigh to my stomach, where he softly drew circles with his fingertips.

Rolling over to face him, I pushed my hair out of the way, silently praying my humidity enhanced curls didn’t make me look like a deranged housewife, scaring the erection right out of the man. Slinging a leg over his thigh, I instantly got my answer. The crazy morning coif was not a cock killer. Thank God!

“You’re a morning person, I see.” Hiding my smile was not a possibility.

“Yeah, I am,” Wes laughed, moving closer to me, his eyes filled with the unmistakable desire to become lovers, something I’d dreamed about on the deck of a windjammer long ago.

“You can wake me up like this anytime.” I needed to let him know it was okay. He’d said he’d take it as slow as I wanted it and what I wanted right now was a slow rhythm of him plowing into me. Hard.

“Are you hard to wake up?” He was pressed up against me.

“I think you’ll figure out the secrets to rousing me.”

“You’ve already figured out the secrets to arousing me.” His voice still had that sexy edge of morning roughness to it, making me want to skip all foreplay and have him inside me.

“I’ll bet you have a few more secrets I can discover,” I said against his lips, as I shifted the leg I had slung over him, pressing my heat and wetness against his already throbbing cock.

Wes groaned and I could feel his smile against my lips. “You know you’re going to make it impossible to make slow, sweet love to you.”

“Good, because I don’t want it slow and sweet.”

Wes flipped me onto my back, “I can easily accommodate your wishes. Are you on anything or do I need to…”

“We’re good,” I assured him.

“Yes, we are.” He kissed my neck, then swiftly pulled my tank top over my head tossing it to the floor. “We’re going to be really good together. Of that, I have no doubt.”

And I knew he was right. Being with this man had been so perfect from the night we met. We meshed with ease and the result was pure joy.

The warmth in his eyes and smile made my breath catch, and in that moment, I was flooded with overwhelming emotion at how much I wanted him. How much I’d always wanted him. It was more than lust, beyond the heat of the moment. Wes Bergman was the man I had always wanted, from the night we met. That was clear to me now.

“I vote we skip the foreplay.” I wriggled out of my underwear.

“You’re on.” His smile told me he was taking on the challenge.

“You’re in,” I gasped, my breath catching in my throat, surprised at the swiftness with which he filled my request.

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Five Romantic Stars

Reviewed by Donna Elsegood on behalf of Kindle Friends Forever

I was very pleased to learn Julie had written a new offering as I am quite the fan of her past works. I’ve always loved the style of this author with her ability to draw you into the story and make you feel every emotion the character goes through. I’m a great believer in things happen for a reason and am sure our pathways are mapped out for us. This is a second chance romance and as I read through, I kept thinking about why things didn’t go down a certain route the first-time round. Learning about the characters and the experiences of their lives made a lot of sense.

Tara and Wes meet on a cruise ship and there is an instant attraction. They share a deep connection that is so intense, I could feel it. It was like they had been living in a parallel universe, with all the similarities of their likes and dislikes. Like many holidays, they part ways but due to some of the events on the cruise, Tara says to herself she wants a do-over since Wes was the one who got away.

Years later, Tara is an independent, hardworking single mum having gone through a divorce. Tara decides to try and get into the dating game and again with some very hilarious results. I did laugh pretty hard at one of her encounters with a guy that was a dentist. They say you have to kiss a few frogs before you find your prince and ooh boy, did she find a few of them! It’s by chance or coincidence that Wes walks back into Tara’s life. The attraction and connection is still pretty palpable even after all this time.

” I want a do-over.”

“I’m not going to respond to you with the mean thing you said to me when I told you that.”

This is told completely from Tara’s point of view and it is mixed with love, laughter and tears. There are some aspects of the story that are hard hitting and all too real. Scarlett is Tara’s 14-year-old daughter and she was quite the character. I loved her instant friendship with Wes. The characters were a great compliment to the story.

Wes is a successful, sexy man and you can see as a reader that Tara and him were a great combination, but life had a habit of getting in the way. Although their lives are on par, it always seemed to be that some force was working against them. There are some steamy moments; however, the main emphasis is the romantic feel to the story. I couldn’t put this book down and found myself desperate to continue to find out will they or won’t they get their act together. Wes and Tara just needed a gentle shove in the right direction as all the way through you could feel the connection and the attraction between the pair.

I gave this second chance romance a five because it had everything that I like in a good story. Just the right mix of love, angst, laughter and heartbreak and steamy moments.

 

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About the Author:

USA Today Bestselling author Julie A. Richman is a native New Yorker living deep in the heart of Texas. A creative writing major in college, reading and writing fiction has always been a passion. Julie began her corporate career in publishing in NYC and writing played a major role throughout her career as she created and wrote marketing, advertising, direct mail and fundraising materials for Fortune 500 corporations, advertising agencies and non-profit organizations. She is an award winning nature photographer plagued with insatiable wanderlust. Julie and her husband have one son and a white German Shepherd named Juneau.

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                               EXCERPT REVEAL                                          LOST IN BETWEEN by KL KREIG

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Lost In Between by KL Kreig is coming 20th February!

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Blurb:

We all have one.

A price.

That magic number that will get us to agree to do anything, be anything.

Don’t sit on your gold-plated high horse and say you don’t because you do. Everyone does. Each of us has something we covet enough that we’d sell ourselves to have it.

What’s my tipping point, you ask? Apparently a cool quarter mil will do the trick.

What does one do for 250 large, you wonder? Anything the infamous, gorgeous playboy of Seattle wants. For the next four months I’ll be Shaw Mercer’s arm candy, his beck and call girl, his faux girlfriend. I’ll be his to command, mold, push and pull in any direction he sees fit.

I’ll fight falling into bed with him. I’ll fight falling in love with him even harder. I’ll fail at both. And when my past and present collide in the most unexpected of ways, I’ll learn that while one man’s love for me has never died, the only man’s love I really want will never be mine.

 

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As long as Noah and I have known one another and as close as we are, he’s far from an open book. He holds some of life’s secrets so close to the vest, he’ll likely take them to his grave. So how he knows Ms. Randi Deveraux of La Dolce Vita is still a mystery he won’t divulge.

When he told me his plan and showed me the picture of the woman who’d play my love interest for the next several months, I was immediately drawn to the her, but it took me a few seconds to realize why.

It was her.

My spicy little Goldilocks.

The one I haven’t heard from.

The one I haven’t been able to get out of my fucking head for the past eight days.

The one my cock involuntarily gets hard for in the dark of night.

The glossy-colored print I stared at for long minutes was a complete contradiction to the fiery woman I’d met.

On paper her exterior was flawless. Not one sculpted eyebrow out of place. Striking blue eyes rimmed with the right amount of shadow, liner, and mascara that made them alluring but not slutty. Pouty lips painted a deep shade of maroon, lined impeccably so the stain didn’t seep, then glossed enough in the middle to draw your attention to their fullness. Hair curled into loose ribbons that fell over her shoulders and down her slim back.

But while the outside was practiced perfection, the inside screamed dead. Not damaged, not broken or bruised, but lifeless. This beautiful creature went through the motions. She moved through life without living. I don’t know how I saw it, or why, but I know it wasn’t a product of my overactive imagination. This woman’s pain was rooted deep but she put on an award-winning façade that told the outside world otherwise.

I saw the same thing when I stared into her fierce eyes under the cover of my sunglasses days ago, but I also saw something else. Smoking embers buried under piles of ash. God help me, but for some reason I want to be the man who stokes those smoldering cinders until they spark into a burning inferno, bringing her roaring back to life.

Standing before her now, I’ve no doubt I’m the igniter, the single match needed to wake her from the living dead.

“Summer, is it?” I close the door behind me and move to the couch, gesturing for her to sit.

She doesn’t. She just blinks rapidly like she’s seeing a ghost. That makes me smile for some reason.

I know the name she’s using is fake. I hate it. Not the name, per se, but the fact that I don’t know her real one. I told Ms. Deveraux my circumstances and my concern around using a fake name. The press will eventually find out and it’s best if we’re up front in the beginning rather than if they dig, thinking we’re hiding something. That would be disastrous. She agreed but told me the decision was up to Summer. If she agreed to my terms, I could plead my case. If not, then her anonymity was still protected.

“You don’t look like a Summer,” I say casually as I take a seat and cross my legs.

Although in a way she does. She’s hot and sultry and I’ve no doubt she’s nice and moist in the place I’m dying to drive my cock. Jesus, she is absolutely mouthwatering. And she has the sexiest fucking voice I have ever heard. It’s no wonder I can’t stop thinking about her.

She crosses her arms and cocks a hip in irritation. “Is that so? What do I look like then?”

Mine.

Why that disturbing word pops into my head, I haven’t a clue. She is yours temporarily, though. If she agrees.

“How is your neck by the way?”

That seems to catch her off guard because her cocky bravado falters. “Uh…fine. It’s fine.” She unconsciously reaches up to palm it. My fingers itch, wishing they were on her skin instead. I still remember the electricity that ran down my arm when I touched her before. It set my cock on fire and it hasn’t stopped burning since. “You’re lucky, you know. I could be wearing a neck brace right now and be lawyered up.”

“And you’d still be just as beautiful.” I ignore the lawyer comment. I know it’s just a dig. When she blushes and looks away, my grin gets wider and I allow myself a few seconds to absorb her, head to toe. I find myself zeroing in on that tiny diamond stud in her nose, now catching the light. I first noticed it when she pounded on the window of my Rover calling me names. I generally find them childish, yet on her, I find myself incredibly turned on by it.

“Why don’t you take a seat?” On my lap would be preferable.

Defiant eyes snap back to mine. “Hit and run anyone else lately?”

“Hit and run?” I chuckle. “I didn’t hit and run you. I took accountability.”

“Yeah. After I dumped car parts into your lap, it was pretty hard to deny it any longer.”

Hell. This woman is full of restrained passion. She just needs someone to help her unleash it in a very controlled manner.

“Why haven’t you called about your car? Change your mind on whose fault it was?” I’m goading her, but Hot. Damn. The sparks firing from her are overly addictive.

“Oh, it was your fault, all right,” she snaps. “And I’ve been…busy.”

“Yes, I can imagine you have a very full schedule.” I sound more sarcastic than I intend, but the thought of her with other men makes me feel exactly the way I felt when I thought of Noah with her.

Her lips thin. She’s madder than a hornet. I’m harder than a two by four.

“Why are you here, Drive By?”

Drive By? I laugh at her feisty spirit. God, I want to kiss her. Feel her tongue sparring eagerly with mine. See if she tastes of rage and raw energy.

“I was under the impression you were agreeable to meeting with me.”

When Noah set this up, I insisted on three things.

One: it take place in Ms. Deveraux’s private home with her alone. There’s no way in hell I will be caught on film coming and going from her “business.”

Two: I meet with Ms. Deveraux in advance and work through the contractual details to my satisfaction. Let’s just say I now feel comfortable we have a mutual interest in keeping this arrangement buried deep.

And three: I be allowed to personally meet with “Summer” before she signs the contract. Surprisingly, that was the toughest piece to negotiate. Seems Ms. Deveraux is very protective of her, or maybe she’s that way with all of her employees.

Everything I have done to secure her has deviated from Ms. Deveraux’s normal course of business, but this situation is far from normal. It’s reckless at worst. Precarious at best.

“How did you find me?”

Sheer, dumb luck.

“I’m very resourceful.”

Her forehead creases. “This is a mistake.”

She turns to leave and I panic. True blistering panic sears through me at the thought she’s about to walk through that door and I may never see her again. I don’t know her real name. I don’t know how to contact her and if this meeting goes south, I know I won’t get anything further about her from Randi Deveraux. If she walks out on me now, I highly doubt she’ll give me the time of day when she finally does call Dane about her car.

I don’t know why I care that I spend the next few months with her and only her so damn much. I just do.

“Wait,” I plead.

She stops but doesn’t turn. I have no idea what possesses me, but I close the distance between us until I’m a whisper away. Our body heat plays off each other, growing hotter by the second.

“You haven’t even listened to my proposal,” I say against her ear.

Her breath kicks up. Good. She’s not unaffected by me, and that will play into my hand nicely.

“You can get someone else,” she replies softly, without conviction.

Drawing her long hair off her shoulder, I let my finger feather across her bare flesh. It’s soft and silky. She shivers. I suppress a moan. Fuck, I want her so much. It makes no sense.

“I don’t want anyone else,” I tell her truthfully, keeping my voice low.

“Why?” she breathes.

I don’t know why. I have no idea what it is about her that draws me in. I wish I did. I need to stop it. I should end this right now—look at a dozen other pictures and pick a woman whose very presence doesn’t twist me into knots and make me have thoughts I’ve never had before. Thoughts that make me uncomfortable. It’s unnerving.

But, fuck me. I can’t. There is just something different about this woman and I won’t rest until I find out what it is.

“Have a seat. Just hear me out. Please,” I tack on sincerely.

She stands motionless and I wonder what her next move will be. My hands curl into fists as I restrain myself from throwing her over my shoulder and hauling her to my house. I think she could benefit greatly from a hard hand and a red ass. I have a feeling she might even enjoy it.

When she floats effortlessly to one of the velvet-covered chairs, I release a veiled breath. Picking up the contract from the edge of Ms. Deveraux’s desk, I make myself comfortable across from her and place the paperwork on the table separating us. Her eyes drop to it but she makes no move to pick it up.

“So what’s your proposal, Mr. Knowles?”

“Mr. Knowles?”

“That’s your name, right? Dane Knowles. Wildemer & Company?”

Amused, I rest my elbows on my knees and grin at her. “No. Dane is my assistant. I told you to call him and he’d take care of the damage to your death box.”

“Death box?” She sounds offended.

“Do you know what the safety rating is on that little tin can you drive?” When she opens her mouth to respond, I talk over her. “Five point seven out of ten. You’re basically driving around in your own steel coffin.”

I expect a hot retort or for her to leave in a huff. What I don’t expect is a genuine, breathtaking smile that lights up her face like summer and makes my cock knock uncomfortably on my zipper in a futile attempt to reach her. My God, she’s trying to kill me already.

“Are you a walking Kelly Blue Book of safety ratings, Mr.…?”

“I have a vast array of useless Trivial Pursuit knowledge up here,” I retort with a smirk, finger pointing to my temple. I’ll never admit that I looked it up after our little accident. She could be seriously hurt in that ridiculous miniature box on wheels that somehow passes for a fucking car. Hell, had I hit her any harder, she would be in the hospital. “And I’m Shaw. Shaw Mercer.”

“Shaw Mercer,” she repeats slowly like she’s tasting my name for the first time. Savoring every consonant and every vowel. Fuck. I sit back and cross one leg over the other to hide my rock-hard erection.

“Any relation to Preston Mercer?”

I nod, impressed that she tied me back to my father instead of referring to me as one of Seattle’s most eligible bachelors. She’s intelligent and up on politics. I like that. Immensely. If you ask three-fourths of the residents of Seattle, they wouldn’t be able to tell you how many branches of government there are, something that’s taught in middle school, let alone who the mayor of Seattle is.

“So why is the mayor’s son…here?”

Her eyes are locked on mine, waiting on an answer.

When she swallows I follow the delicate line of her neck down to the swell of her breasts that peek out from the light pink strapless flowing dress she’s wearing like a fucking Greek goddess. One flick of my finger and I could find out the color of her areolas and the size of her nipples before I draw one into my mouth for a sample. My mouth waters at the thought.

The conversation that Ms. Deveraux and I had earlier about expectations sits hard in the pit of my stomach. On one hand, I was relieved to get confirmation she doesn’t sell herself, only her “time,” but now that I’m sitting here in front of her, I won’t rest until she lets me explore every square inch of not only her perfect body, but her complex mind. I want to know her like no one else has.

When our gazes connect again I’m sure mine is full of unmistakable heat. Hers definitely is.

She clears her throat and straightens her back. “I think you have the wrong idea about what it is I do.”

“I don’t,” I state plainly.

“I don’t sleep with my clients, Mr. Mercer.”

Oh, but you will. We both know our ingredients are explosive.

“Women would pay to have sex with me, not the other way around.”

She huffs a laugh as a wry look crosses her face. “Then what is it you need if not a good fuck?”

I chuckle and when I lean forward she straightens her spine. I love that even the simplest of movements I make in her direction affect her, just like she does to me. “Is that what I’ll be missing with you? A good fuck?” I won’t be missing a damn thing. She will be mine in every conceivable way. I know it and so does she.

“Not just good. Life altering,” she banters smoothly.

Now it’s my turn to smile slowly. What I wouldn’t give to throw her up against the wall and show her just what a life-altering fuck really is. For what seems like forever we stare at each other in some sort of weird silent challenge where we’re waiting to see what move the other will make.

Shaking myself out of her spell, I pick up the papers and hand them to her.

“What’s this?”

“Your employment contract.”

“All the paperwork is handled through Randi.”

“I want a little extra insurance.”

She quickly flips through the five-page document before lifting her eyes. “Nondisclosure agreement? This is sounding very fifty shades-ish. And just so you know, if I find any mention of hard limits or safe words, that’s a deal breaker.”

I can’t help but laugh loudly.

“I’m not kidding,” she says, her voice stern.

“Trust me, Goldilocks, if I could have gotten that past your warrior she-devil, I would have.”

Her eyes narrow, but I see a little twitch at the corner of her mouth so I forge ahead, making a mental note to invest in handcuffs and a flogger. Or six.

“The duration is for approximately the next four months. Ten hours a week, maybe more, maybe less, depending on my schedule. You may be required to travel and you will be available at all times when I need you, day or night. You will attend social events, fundraisers, business dinners, and family functions. You will be photographed and it’s only fair to warn you, you will likely be hounded by the press but I’ll try to shield you as much as possible.”

She regards me quietly. I wish I could tell what’s spinning around in that pretty little head of hers. A corner of my mouth tips when she says, “Reelection is just around the corner.”

Not a question and I don’t answer, but score another point for her.

For not the first time I wonder if this little plan of Noah’s will backfire, taking us all down in a curl of hot flames. She figured out what I was doing within two minutes. Lianna would be a far safer, more believable choice. But there’s also an undeniable, powerfully charged connection between us that will be hard for people to refute.

“And what is my role, specifically?”

Deciding I don’t care if this entire thing blows up in my face because that means I won’t get what I want—which is her—I stand and step around the table, holding out my hand.

When she tentatively sets hers in mine, I help her up and wrap one arm around her waist.

Pulling her close, I relish in the hitch of her breath. Cupping her cheek, I savor the baby-fine skin under the pad of my thumb. I take a deep breath, drinking in her delicately floral scent. She’s intoxicating and my head is already spinning.

“What are you doing?” she whispers, her small hands going to my chest.

Dipping my head, I trail my nose along her jaw, stopping so my lips brush her ear. “Making sure we have chemistry.”

She mutters a curse under her breath I know I’m not meant to hear before stuttering, “Wh…why?”

Fuck, if she only knew the dirty things running through my head right now.

“Because, my wide-eyed little pretty, you’re going to play my new love interest. My girlfriend. My serious girlfriend.” I emphasize the word so she understands what she’s getting herself into. I won’t pay her to be in my bed but that doesn’t mean she won’t end up there anyway.

“I…I haven’t agreed to anything yet.” Her breathlessness is testing me and she’s only about half an inch away from finding out exactly how much.

Walking into this meeting, I had already agreed to what I thought was a generous offer with her boss, madam, keeper, whatever she’s called. But after the last fifteen minutes, I’ve decided I will pay whatever it takes to have her. To own her. I think I would give away my own soul.

Framing her face with both hands now, I lean in until my mouth is a hairsbreadth from hers. Her eyes fall to my lips. I feel her wariness, but I also feel her hunger. She parts her lips and I watch with a deep ache in my groin as her tongue darts out to moisten them in anticipation of my kiss.

I restrain from slamming my mouth to hers, taking what I want. What she wants me to take, regardless of how she’s trying to refute me.

“But you will. Everyone has a price, Summer. What’s yours?”

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As a USA Today Bestselling author, I write stories that are deeply emotional with flawed characters, because humans ARE flawed and if we read about perfect characters living in their perfect world, first of all, snoozer, but secondly, we never experience the gratification of redemption.

Outside of writing, I’m just a regular ol’ Midwest girl who likes Game of Thrones and am obsessed with Modern Family and The Goldbergs. I run, I eat, I run, I eat. It’s a vicious cycle. I love carbs, but there’s love-hate relationship with my ass and thighs. Mostly hate. I like a good cocktail (oh hell…who am I kidding? I love any cocktail). I’m a huge creature of habit, but I’ll tell you I’m flexible. I read every single day and if I don’t get a chance…watch the hell out. My iPad and me: BFFs. I’m direct and I make no apologies for it. I swear too much. I love alternative music and in my next life I want to be a bad-ass female rocker. I hate, hate, hate spiders, telemarketers, liver, acne, winter and loose hairs that fall down my shirt (don’t ask, it’s a thing).

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                                 COVER REVEAL                                                               DEFY by L. J. SHEN

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Title: Defy

Author: L.J. Shen

Series: Sinners of Saints #0.5

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: 3rd February, 2017

 

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Synopsis:

My name is Melody Greene, and I have a confession to make.

I slept with my student, a senior in high school.

Multiple times.

I had multiple orgasms.

In multiple positions.

I slept with my student and I enjoyed it.

I slept with my student and I’d do it all over again if I could turn back time.

My name is Melody Greene, and I got kicked out of my position as a teacher and did my walk of shame a la Cersei Lannister from the principal’s office, minutes after said principal threatened to call the cops on me.

My name is Melody Greene, and I did something bad because it made me feel good.

Here is why it was totally worth it.

 

Defy is a smutty, insta-love, insta-lust short novella. Defy is a prequel to Vicious (Sinners of Saint #1).

It is recommended, but unnecessary, to read Defy before reading Vicious.

 

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L.J. Shen resides in sunny California with her husband, son, chubby cat and wild, wild dreams. Her passion is to write badass stories, sushi, UFC and her awesome family and friends (not in this order, though. Obviously, sushi comes before writing. Oh, and also the family part.) She spend the first half of her twenties traveling the world and is now paying all the fun with extra shifts in front of her MacBook. Feel free to contact her on her Facebook page. She loves to hear from readers.

 

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                                  RELEASE BLITZ                                                         TEMPT by REMY BLAKE

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Title: Tempt

Author: Remy Blake

Genre: Erotic Romance

Release Date: 26th January, 2017

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Synopsis:

They say age is nothing but a number.

Lucas Rockwell isn’t just ten years younger than me, he’s my deceased
husband’s son.

Tainted by secrets, everything about us is wrong and forbidden.

Like fire and gasoline, we’re an explosion waiting to happen.

We’re tempting fate with every touch.

 

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A hand on my arm stirs me from my deep musings. “Lucas, are you okay?”

My head turns and I find Charlotte standing beside me. The first thing I
notice are her large tits and how close they are to touching my arm. If I
shift a fraction of a step to the side I could feel them press against me.
My eyes move up over her delicate collarbones. I want to place a kiss
between them and then lick my way up her graceful neck until I reach her
red mouth. Fuck me. She has the mouth of a fucking porn star. I wonder if
she sucks dick like one?

“Lucas.” She rubs my arm, pulling me back to the present.

My eyes leave her enticing lips and raise up to meet her enthralling blues
and I finally find my voice. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I turn to face her, our
gazes never breaking contact. With her heels she stands only a few inches
shorter than my six foot one inch frame and the tips of her breasts are
pointing at my chest. Being this close to her has my dick hard. I’ve never
had such a strong reaction to a woman before. A few seconds in her company
and my cock’s ready and waiting.

“Can I get you anything?” she asks, rubbing my arm again.

That’s a loaded question if I ever heard one.

“I don’t know. Can you?”

Her hand falls from my arm. “If you want something, I’ll get it for you.”

I inch forward until her tits are touching my chest. Her eyes go wide. “I
want a lot of things Charlie.” I let my hand caress over the curve of her
hip down to the top of her ass as I reach behind her to pick up the refill
the waitress placed there for me a few minutes ago. I take a step back,
lifting the drink toward my mouth. “Right now I just want another beer.” My
lips close around the bottle and I take a large gulp. Jesus. I need a cold
shower after being this close to her.

Her porn star lips open in a silent oh at my reply. She flashes me a tight
smile and looks down at the diamond encrusted Rolex on her wrist. “The limo
will be here in twenty minutes to pick us up.”

I nod my head before tipping back the beer. If I drink this one straight
down I’ll have time for one more.

Charlotte takes a dainty step back still looking at me and then pivots
around to walk back into the reception room. My eyes follow her, locked on
the generous curves of her ass. Fuck. I no longer need to wonder or
speculate about what my father saw in her. It’s the same thing every red
blooded guy sees when he looks at her. SEX. Between her large rack, her
full lips and her heart shaped ass, I don’t know which I’d like to bite
more. But I’d sure like to find out.

 

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Five Tempestuous Stars

Reviewed by Donna Elsegood on behalf of Kindle Friends Forever

Remy Blake is a male and female author co-writing together for the first time and who I’ll most certainly be keeping an eye on in the future! And what a great debut novel it is, too. I was drawn into a different kind of story which is unusual in the respect that the female protagonist is quite a bit older than her counterpart rather than the other way around. Seeing that forbidden romances have always been a favourite of mine, I couldn’t wait to learn more about Charlotte and Lucas.

Charlotte is in her late twenties, recently widowed, and it appeared to me that her marriage was shrouded in secrets. Lucas Rockwell is the son of her deceased husband and therefore Charlotte’s stepson. And to make things more interesting is of course, the age difference. Told from a dual point of view, I got an insight into what each of them are thinking. There are a couple of side characters, but the main emphasis of the story is on Charlotte and Lucas. The attraction is pretty explosive, but at no point did I feel uncomfortable with them being stepmother and stepson. I think that has something to do with them not really knowing each other beforehand.

Regardless of Lucas’ young age, his persona was never portrayed as such. I found him particularly level-headed and as I read more about his childhood into adulthood, it was clear there were reasons for such maturity. And I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. Charlotte I warmed to and by no means did I ever judge her or consider her the villain. The connection between them is explosive, extremely prohibited and their relationship becomes a journey full of intrigue, love and lots of secrets. Maybe you’ll think it’s taboo. I didn’t!

“Charlie why are you running away? There’s nothing wrong with what we just did.”

“Lucas this was amazing, but it never should have happened.”

“It can never happen again.”   “You’re my stepson.” 

Take a bite of this very forbidden juicy fruit! It’s a short read and so well written that you just won’t be able to put your kindle down. I’ve read it twice; the second time in the comfort of my own home. The reason being is simply because the hot steamy and sizzling scenes should carry a public warning! If you happen to commute to work, it isn’t advisable to read Tempt and I say that with all sincerity. I read a lot of erotica but this offering had me a little hot under the collar with a blush. Just as well fellow commuters had no idea what I was reading! I highly recommend adding this book to your wish list as it really isn’t one to be missed. The execution of the way the story was told and the development shows that a collaboration of the two authors worked extremely well. Very well deserved stars for a very well narrated story.

 

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About the Author:

Remy Blake is a male and female author duo, who paired up to have some fun writing steamy, short reads, with insta love/lust and a HEA. You can expect twice the debauchery in every novel they write.

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                                   RELEASE BLITZ                                        THE DO-OVER by JULIE A. RICHMAN

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 An all-new emotional and sexy STANDALONE by Julie A. Richman is now LIVE!!

 

Publication Date: January 26th, 2017

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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~ Sometimes, one degree is all that separates you from the one you were meant to be with ~

Wes Bergman was sex on a stick.

We’d been circling one another our entire lives, mingling at the same clubs… attending the same events…sharing mutual acquaintances…yet we’d never actually met.

Until . . . we both boarded a Windjammer Cruise in the Caribbean. And it was like meeting my long, lost best friend for the first time. I hadn’t ever connected with a guy that way before.
But Wes had a girlfriend. So, when the week was over, he walked off the ship, unknowingly taking a piece of my heart with him.

Now, over a decade later, newly divorced, I’m the proverbial fish out of water. Dating has totally changed. Apps. Swipe left. Swipe right. Catfishing. Men my age want two things: twenty-five-year-olds—like my ex’s new child bride of a wife—or just a quick hook-up.

After a string of bad dates, I finally did something I never thought I’d do. I had a hot one-night stand with a really handsome guy I met online who didn’t even know my real name.

Turned out Mr. Fling is a big shot for my company’s newest client. And just my
luck, that client’s CEO is none other than . . . Wes Bergman.
Now I’m separated by one degree again from the man who stole my heart.
And Mr. Fling could destroy my chance of what I want most –

A Do-Over with Wes.

 

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Reviewed by Donna Elsegood on behalf of Kindle Friends Forever

I was very pleased to learn Julie had written a new offering as I am quite the fan of her past works. I’ve always loved the style of this author with her ability to draw you into the story and make you feel every emotion the character goes through. I’m a great believer in things happen for a reason and am sure our pathways are mapped out for us. This is a second chance romance and as I read through, I kept thinking about why things didn’t go down a certain route the first-time round. Learning about the characters and the experiences of their lives made a lot of sense.

Tara and Wes meet on a cruise ship and there is an instant attraction. They share a deep connection that is so intense, I could feel it. It was like they had been living in a parallel universe, with all the similarities of their likes and dislikes. Like many holidays, they part ways but due to some of the events on the cruise, Tara says to herself she wants a do-over since Wes was the one who got away.

Years later, Tara is an independent, hardworking single mum having gone through a divorce. Tara decides to try and get into the dating game and again with some very hilarious results. I did laugh pretty hard at one of her encounters with a guy that was a dentist. They say you have to kiss a few frogs before you find your prince and ooh boy, did she find a few of them! It’s by chance or coincidence that Wes walks back into Tara’s life. The attraction and connection is still pretty palpable even after all this time.

” I want a do-over.”

“I’m not going to respond to you with the mean thing you said to me when I told you that.”

This is told completely from Tara’s point of view and it is mixed with love, laughter and tears. There are some aspects of the story that are hard hitting and all too real. Scarlett is Tara’s 14-year-old daughter and she was quite the character. I loved her instant friendship with Wes. The characters were a great compliment to the story.

Wes is a successful, sexy man and you can see as a reader that Tara and him were a great combination, but life had a habit of getting in the way. Although their lives are on par, it always seemed to be that some force was working against them. There are some steamy moments; however, the main emphasis is the romantic feel to the story. I couldn’t put this book down and found myself desperate to continue to find out will they or won’t they get their act together. Wes and Tara just needed a gentle shove in the right direction as all the way through you could feel the connection and the attraction between the pair.

I gave this second chance romance a five because it had everything that I like in a good story. Just the right mix of love, angst, laughter and heartbreak and steamy moments.

 

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USA Today Bestselling author Julie A. Richman is a native New Yorker living deep in the heart of Texas. A creative writing major in college, reading and writing fiction has always been a passion. Julie began her corporate career in publishing in NYC and writing played a major role throughout her career as she created and wrote marketing, advertising, direct mail and fundraising materials for Fortune 500 corporations, advertising agencies and non-profit organizations. She is an award winning nature photographer plagued with insatiable wanderlust. Julie and her husband have one son and a white German Shepherd named Juneau.

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                                     BLOG TOUR                                       MISTS OF THE SERENGETI by Leylah Attar

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From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Leylah Attar, comes a standalone, contemporary love story set against the lush backdrop of the Serengeti, in East Africa. Inspired by true events, Mists of the Serengeti is a compelling, emotionally resonant tale of the unknown ways in which we are all connected.

Title: MIST OF THE SERENGETI

Author: Leylah Attar

Genre: Contemporary Romance / Women’s Fiction

Publisher: Pitch 73 Publishing

Number of Pages: 400+

Release date: 31st January, 2017

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Once in Africa, I kissed a king…

“And just like that, in an old red barn at the foothills of Mount Kilimanjaro, I discovered the elusive magic I had only ever glimpsed between the pages of great love stories. It fluttered around me like a newly born butterfly and settled in a corner of my heart. I held my breath, afraid to exhale for fear it would slip out, never to be found again.”

When a bomb explodes in a mall in East Africa, its aftershocks send two strangers on a collision course that neither one sees coming.

Jack Warden, a divorced coffee farmer in Tanzania, loses his only daughter. An ocean away, in the English countryside, Rodel Emerson loses her only sibling.

Two ordinary people, bound by a tragic afternoon, set out to achieve the extraordinary, as they make three stops to rescue three children across the vast plains of the Serengeti—children who are worth more dead than alive.

But even if they beat the odds, another challenge looms at the end of the line. Can they survive yet another loss—this time of a love that’s bound to slip through their fingers, like the mists that dissipate in the light of the sun?

“Sometimes you come across a rainbow story—one that spans your heart. You might not be able to grasp it or hold on to it, but you can never be sorry for the color and magic it brought.” 

A blend of romance and women’s fiction, Mists of The Serengeti is inspired by true events and contains emotional triggers, including the death of a child. Not recommended for sensitive readers. Standalone, contemporary fiction.

 

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 ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 

Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse

What a huge page-turning mistake I made at the crack of dawn! The prologue whet my appetite to such an extent that I knew this book was going to be a difficult one to put down. Much to my dismay, I had to since life’s little things got in the way. Saying that, I couldn’t stop thinking about what I’d read and was itching to dive back into it. Ms Attar’s eloquent and creative writing is nothing less than breath-taking, overwhelming and simply sublime. Her character development is well above par, and the story so absorbing that I feel obliged to warn the new reader to begin this standalone at a reasonable hour. “Why?” Because the journey you’re taken on will most likely cause sleep deprivation. I would also like to mention that if you go in blind, you won’t regret it either. I was very fortunate in being able to read this book before it was published, but I hadn’t read the synopsis which I feel dampens the element of surprise in any book.

“You’re full of surprises, Rodel Emerson.”

“I’m a teacher.” “And you can call me Ro.”

“I’ve never met a Rodel I didn’t like.”

The setting is beyond visual. I was there! Quite honestly, it was like watching a movie in high definition with sound effects included. And much to my delight, in a country I would love to visit. I saw the majestic Kilimanjaro, I smelt the air, and savoured the beauty of nature’s natural surroundings. The flora and fauna wildlife came alive and even though there are pages without any banter which happens to be what I love most in a book, I really couldn’t have cared less since the author’s descriptive writing is as such that she had me completely mesmerised and in awe.

“You missed the annual migration,” “It’s an extraordinary sight.”

“I can’t imagine it getting any better than this.”

Firstly, I had absolutely no idea about the plight of certain youngsters in Tanzania. Aghast by the barbarities, Ms Attar has gone to great lengths to explain why they are in danger making it easier to understand; however, this doesn’t change the fact that their persecution is totally unacceptable.

“You don’t want to know. Trust me. Some things are better left in the dark, where they belong.”  

The two protagonists’ personal trials and tribulations are cannily woven into a story of loss, love and liberation. The word ‘loss’ shouldn’t be taken lightly because both of them are wallowing in their own sorrow after a tragic event occurs. Guilt-ridden, Jack Warden has no wish whatsoever to see the light of day regardless of his heroic act. From completely different walks of life, neither he nor Rodel Emerson realise they are going to be out of their depth regarding what is on the cards for them.

“. . . You’re in way over your head. You have no idea what you’re getting into.”

Taking into consideration Rodel’s profession and age, her lack in life’s experiences surprised me a tad, nonetheless, it has little to do with her gutsy and fearless attitude. Carrying on what someone dear to her began, won me over. How she manages to control her loss made me cry. Written in italic, her heartfelt thoughts are replied to in her mind, she takes their advice given and will try her utmost to live up to them. Jack is a much more complicated person. But slowly; and ooh how slowly, will Rodel break down Jack’s standoffishness, put him in his place and make him see it’s not unmanly to suffer as he does. Yep folks, Jack is all man underlined and highlighted, so brace yourselves for some scorching hot panty-dropping scenes!  

“Once in Africa, I kissed a king. . .”

How they handle their emotions had me screaming at the top of my voice. I got so damn upset with Jack. It seemed to me their relationship was never going to lift off. While trying to unravel their reasons for holding back became this reader’s challenge and had me urging them on. When push becomes shove and they can’t deny their feelings was when I sighed a breath of relief. Yet nothing is ever cut and dry. Never take what you think will happen for granted because nothing in this heart-wrenching story is what it seems. My heartstrings were pulled to the limit. I adore; and I say this is present tense because these two people who are larger than life, broke me into little pieces. I was put back together in such a manner that not only was I left exhaustingly elated, but also overwhelmed by an epilogue which has made an everlasting impression on me.

 “It wouldn’t be fair. And I don’t have what it takes to let you in and then let you go. I can’t handle any more goodbyes, Rodel.”

This is my kind of read and I have no doubt it will be yours. Get ready for the unexpected; be prepared for some very touching moments, for secondary characters who’ll bring smiles to your face, for high-level angst that’ll have you sitting on the edge of your seat. I truly couldn’t find fault in Mists of the Serengeti. The storyline flows at a steady pace and the book’s outstanding banter helped me to connect to each and every one concerned. Such a mysteriously romantic tale of life’s acceptance and struggles inspired by true events deserves no less than SIX STARS! BRAVO!

A couple of my fave quotes:

“. . . remember how you painted my world with your colors. Remember your rainbow halo.”

“I will.” “I’ll remember. For the rest of my life.”

“You’re my rainbow-haloed girl, and you’re freaking magical. Don’t you ever forget that.”

 

     

EXCERPT:

“I’ve missed you.” She traced the lines of my face, her hair falling like a curtain around me. “You’re like the broken chapter of my favorite story.”

Something fierce trembled inside of me as I tucked one side of her hair behind her ear. How could I explain to her the hunger, the craving, the obsession? The small, sharp memories of her, always at the edge of my brain? I couldn’t. So I kissed her. With all the words I couldn’t form. My arms locked around her and she melted into me like a sigh.

It was soft, butter-smooth love. Heat rising under our skin. Clothes undone. A string of kisses on her breast. Her legs sliding against mine. The rapture of re-learning her curves. The indescribable fullness of holding her, of watching her body respond to the sensations I was making her feel.

I was hungry for her and hungry to pleasure her. With my hands and my lips and my tongue. I loved the way she came—body arched, mouth open, warm flesh quivering under my touch. Each time she reached her peak, I burned a little more, until the desire to possess raged through my blood like an inferno. There was a brief tear of a foil wrapper, and then I sank into her—deeply, completely.

God. The feel of her body opening up to me, molding around me like a warm, wet glove. Her tongue in my mouth. The way her hands clutched me. The way her leg wrapped around my hip. I bit her shoulder as the animal in me rose. And then it was all primal passion, nothing but the sound of her soft moans. My release should have been quick, but I held on, not wanting it to end. Being inside of her was like a drug. Being inside of her was pure euphoria. I captured the gasp that escaped her as her body stiffened. She was coming again.

“Yes,” I growled as she writhed under me. “Fuck, yes.” And then I gave in to the explosion of fiery sensations that overtook me, rocking me to the core.

In the aftermath, she slipped her leg between mine and put her head on my chest. I could feel her eyelashes against my skin every time she blinked. It was the tiniest flutter—the softest sensation—but it soothed the hot, brimming ache her absence had left. A wave of completeness washed over me as slowly, gradually, she closed her eyes and fell asleep in my arms.

   

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Leylah Attar writes stories about love – shaken, stirred, and served with a twist. She lives in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, son, and all the voices in her head. Sometimes she disappears into the black hole of the internet, but can usually be enticed out with chocolate. Leylah is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author, represented by Amy Tannenbaum of the Jane Rotrosen Agency.

 

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