Sunday, October 27, 2013

Blog Tour Stop + Giveaway!!! "Light in Mourning" by Adriane Leigh





(Mourning, Book 2)
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?



Review:
5 Stars

“He was my light in the darkness.”

Adriane Leigh did it again!!! 
Yet another engaging, HOT, romantic and purely fantastic book!

 “Georgia was mine, whether she knew it or not. This was our new beginning.”

This is the sequel to The Mourning After and it’s mainly told from Tristan’s POV. Which I abso-freaking-lutely LOVED. I fell head-over-heals in love with him in book one and after reading Light in Mourning, all I can say is WOWZA! WHAT A MAN!!!!! Swoon worthy in every.single.way!

 “You’re my fucking heart, Georgia. My entire world. I was born to love you.”

“Every day, I love you.”

Georgia and Tristan’s story was one I did NOT want to put down. Total page turner. I found myself feeling super antsy wanting to read more and more, yet wishing the book would never end. There were moments where Georgia frustrated me and others where I literally cheered for her. I was ALWAYS Team Tristan, since book one. So to say I was at the edge of my seat the entire time while reading, would be putting it mildly. I was so scared Georgia would break Tristan’s heart… again. Hell, MY heart broke for Tristan more times than I can count.

“I’m scared. I’m afraid you’re going to run because everyone runs on me.”

See?? *sigh* He did not have things easy and loving Georgia wasn’t a walk in the park, either. She too, had her own things to work through, which made their journey a bumpy road. Both pasts came back to haunt Tristan and Georgia, making their future seem even further away from their grasp. But of course, the best things in life take some work and effort, right?

“We didn’t always do things in a conventional way, and our love didn’t take a natural path, but it took the one it needed to take, and I’m just glad that my path led me here with you.” - Tristan

  The story line in this book really kept me on my toes. Like I said earlier, total page turner, cover-to-cover. I loved seeing more of the secondary characters… seeing them “grow up” along with Georgia and Tristan. Loved how they were their own, unique family. Silas and Drew will forever be my favorite best friends. Their banter never got old. In fact, it only got funnier.
The Epilogue… Oh.My.Gosh. The Epilogue. I absolutely LOVED it. It was so realistic and just….amazing. I’m a fan of long Epilogues and this one was perfect!!!! I really got closure and was left with a book hangover. After I finished the book, I just sat there letting it all sink in. Re-living Tristan and Georgia’s beautiful story.
I HIGHLY recommend this book
Go one-click the Mourning Series! You will love Tristan. Trust me.

 “You’re worth everything to me.”


Purchase:
Kindle / Paperback / Nook  


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. 
“Vixen.”
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. 










(Mourning, Book 1)
Synopsis:

Haunted by a painful past, Georgia Montgomery escapes the memories by buying a beach house on the North Carolina coast. She hopes a summer filled with sun, sand, margaritas and best friends will heal her, but when an unexpected visitor shows up, her past, present and future collide.

Georgia is instantly drawn to Tristan Howell, the bronze-skinned, golden-haired stranger with an easy smile and eyes the deepest shade of green she's ever seen. She tries to deny the depth of her feelings for him, but just like an addiction- one look, one touch, one taste is never enough. With Tristan she loses control of the lonely world she's constructed for herself and learns that moving forward isn't possible while she's still chained to the events of her past.

Before the summer is over friendships will be tested, hearts shattered and lives changed, and waiting for Georgia to find herself may destroy them all.





Purchase:

Kindle Paperback / Nook 




Read my 5 Stars Review: here






About the Author:
Adriane Leigh: 



woman.lover.mother.writer.

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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