Friday, October 25, 2013

Blog Tour with Review & Giveaway

Light in Mourning
(Mourning #2)
Adriane Leigh

~ Synopsis ~  
They say that madness is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results...but what happens when the very person that brought your heart back to life has the ability to shatter it with one confession?

After an explosive affair left their hearts shattered and scarred, Georgia and Tristan are trying for a fresh start. She is determined to take it slow and not repeat the mistakes of the past, while Tristan is willing to throw caution to the wind as long as he has his dark-haired girl in his life...and in his bed.

But Georgia and Tristan can't shelter their love from the outside world, and the moments of exquisite passion they share aren't enough to sustain the relationship. When scars from the past resurface—will their hearts meld together as one? Or will outside forces tear them apart, leaving an empty shell where love and passion once thrived?

~ Excerpt ~
Saturday morning, bright and early, I was near salivating as she was tramping through my door: hair in a messy knot on the top of her head, yoga pants hugging the curve of her ass perfectly, and paint rollers in hand. She’d sent me to pick up cans of paint the night before and, because I had zero concern for style, I’d let her pick out the paint color. 
She'd insisted it be a surprise. 
And was it ever when I lifted the lid. “This is pink.” I narrowed my eyes. 
“It’s not pink. It’s salmon.” She grinned as she set up the paint trays. 
“Not putting pink on my walls.”
“Salmon, and you are. I seem to recall you relinquishing control of this decision.” She arched an eyebrow at me. 
“There was an unspoken understanding there would be no pink.”
“Salmon.” She stood, hands on her hips, and faced me. 
“Fucking pink. And it’s not going on my walls.” 
She shot me a nasty look before stepping closer. We stood head to head and determination flared in her eyes. It was so fucking hot, I had to adjust myself. Fuck discretion. Her eyes flickered down at the movement before her gaze met mine again, a smirk playing on her lips. 
She leaned in close to me, one hand threading in my hair, her lips dusting along my jaw, her breath whispering in my ear. “It’s salmon, and if you know what’s good for you, you’re going to help me lay it on your walls.” She gave a tug before turning and bending over to pour paint in the tray. 
I heaved an exasperated sigh as my eyes took in her long legs, her ass facing me, bent at the waist. 
She giggled and shot me a grin around her back. She knew exactly what she was doing. 
“You wanna play that game, baby?” I stepped up behind her and brushed my hips lightly against her ass. I trailed a hand down the expanse of her back, feeling each and every dip and curve in her spine. Finally, my hand trailed across the curve of her bottom and I grabbed both of her hips in my hands and pulled her harder into me. I rotated my hips suggestively, my cock running the length of her cheeks. It felt so fucking good to relieve the pent up pressure. She moaned and rocked softly back into me. 
My eyes fluttered closed and I relished her body pressed tightly to mine before running my hand up and underneath her shirt to connect with her skin. I pressed my fingertips into her spine and worked my way up her back before moving down again to land at the hollow. 
So fucking soft. Sweet. Intoxicating. She had me in every way there was to be had. 
“Tristan,” she moaned my name and my brain fogged up with lust. I gritted my teeth together as my dick begged me to ram into her at full force, while my head reminded me that she’d wanted to take it slow. 
But my dick argued that we had been taking it slow. Very fucking slow. 
But Georgia needed to be in control of the dance we had been doing the last few weeks. 
She’d never been in control of her life until now, so I wasn’t about to take that away from her. My fingertips dug into the soft flesh at her hips before I dragged my body away from hers. 
I stepped back and ran my palm over my face and through my hair, giving it a frustrated tug. 
“Fuck,” she whispered as she bent at the knees and supported herself on a hand on the floor. 
“Yeah,” I murmured. “I need a shower.”
“Me too.” She stood and sucked in a quick breath to catch her bearings. 
“Georgia,” I groaned. “You can’t say shit like that.” I gritted my teeth together and clenched my fist in my hair. 
“Sorry.” She frowned, but a flirty glint lit her eyes. 
Such a vixen. 
“You need a minute? Or can we get on with it?” She tilted her head with a flirty grin. I wanted desperately to tell her I was so ready to get on with it: in my bed, on the floor, against the wall, in the shower. Definitely in the shower—rivulets of water streaming down her body, the curve of her breasts, the dip of her hips. 
I huffed in exasperation. “So, pink . . . salmon . . . it is.” I lifted a roller in defeat. 
“I thought you’d see it my way.” She grinned and turned back to the paint tray. 

“You seduced me,” I mumbled before dragging the roller through the fresh paint and putting the first lick of pink on the wall. 

~ Review ~

The Light in Mourning is the 2nd installment in the Mourning Series from Adriane Leigh.  You  must read The Mourning After before starting this book.  I was eagerly anticipating the release to catch up with Georgia and Tristan.  Let me just say that this book was AMAZING!!  I gladly gave it 6… yes 6 Stars as it left me with a book hangover for 2 days!!  I couldn’t even look at my kindle!

The story picks up with a recap of Tristan’s return to North Carolina after the hurricane and his chance meeting with Georgia in the parking lot of the grocery store.   Right away you could feel all of the emotions swirling between them hoping for them to reconnect.

You could see Tristan was trying hard to keep his feelings in check.  He didn’t want to push too far too fast.  But he had questions, questions that could only be answered by Georgia. 

“I want you, but more than that, I want to take it slow.”
 ~ Georgia

Taking it slow for Tristan and Georgia was torture for them both.  The playfulness between them as they teased one another with what was to come had me on the edge of my seat.  Let’s just say I was thankful for the uninvited guest at Thanksgiving dinner.  Commence the swooning of Tristan and his lopsided grin.

“You love my dirty mouth and all the delicious things it can do to you.”
~ Tristan

But when the past intrudes on their future, Georgia is forced to deal with Kyle and the night that tore her life apart 16 years ago.  I found myself getting angry at Georgia for allowing Kyle to manipulate her during an emotional time. But I was quite happy with the way things turned out for Kyle and happy the Georgia returned to her rightful place….with Tristan.

“This is us, right here.  You and me and no one else.  Just this.”
~ Tristan

When a knock at the door and another unexpected visitor rocks their world, Tristan’s fear of being left resurfaces and shakes Georgia to her core.  Will their love be strong enough to weather this storm too?

I enjoyed sharing the beautiful journey of Georgia and Tristan.  I experienced many emotions throughout the story.  I laughed, cried, got angry, hoped, smiled and rejoiced.   The story wraps leaving you satisfied with a smile on your heart.  But when I got to the end of the book I sighed and my book hangover commenced. 
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~ Synopsis for The Mourning After ~ 
From Adriane Leigh, an Amazon Bestselling author in Erotica, comes a passionately evocative story about wanting what's forbidden, and giving in to desire so sharp and sweet it threatens to consume...

On impulse, Georgia Montgomery buys a beach house on the North Carolina coast looking for a summer of sun, sand, margaritas and best friends. A charming, seductive, and sexy-as-sin visitor isn't what she bargained for.

Georgia is instantly drawn to Tristan Howell, the pleasure-seeking playboy with an easy smile and eyes the deepest shade of green she's ever seen. She tries to ignore the desire that burns between them, but just like an addiction-one look, one touch, one taste is never enough. Tristan shows her pleasure like she's never known, and over the course of the summer she must decide if she can let go of the world she's always known to embrace the future she isn't even sure she has with the irresistible ladies man who makes it his goal to free her body and soul.

~ Links to Buy ~ 
~ Other Books By Adriane Leigh ~ 
Steel and Lace 
(Amazon Bestselling Erotica)

~ About the Author ~ 

Born and raised in a snowbank in Michigan's Upper Peninsula and now lives amongst the sand dunes of the Lake Michigan lakeshore.
Graduated with a Literature degree but never particularly enjoyed reading Shakespeare or Chaucer.
Married to a tall, dark and handsome guy, and plays mama to two sweet baby girls. Also a voracious reader and knitter.

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