Monday, December 16, 2013



Title: Wild
Author: Adriane Leigh
Expected Release Date: December 13, 2013
Genre: Erotic Romance

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About the Book
Kat Kennedy moved to the rugged coast of Maine to start a new life, but encountered much more than she bargained for in dark, dangerous, and seductive Lane Wild…
Desire and temptation smolder before she succumbs to her darkest fantasies with the captivating stranger. She doesn't expect to see him again after an explosive one-night stand leaves her breathless and craving more, but just like lightning in the darkness, he shows up in her life at the most unpredictable moments.
A sensual game of cat and mouse ensues before the attraction between them reaches a fever pitch—the magnetism combustible, the sexual tension nearly unbearable—and Kat finally abandons inhibition and explores the cunning, selfish, and sexual side of a world she's never known.
They have the perfect non-relationship—passion-fueled nights with no strings attached—until lifegets real and the past and present collide in a dangerous storm of lust and obsession. 


His arm brushed across my chest. Despite the chunky wool sweater I wore, I felt it as clearly as if I’d been naked. Sparks raced across my body and landed straight between my thighs and all I could think about was his strong arms lifting me up on the counter and taking me. Fucking me like he meant it. Fucking me like he was starved for my body.
My breath ratcheted up a notch and I pressed my thighs together, shifting back and forth, trying to get my mind off the sexy man infiltrating my space.
“Okay there, Sugar?” his breath whispered across my neck as he stood behind me. When had he gotten there? Where had I been?
Lost in my fantasy of him taking me in the kitchen, that’s where.
“Fine,” I croaked.

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Adriane Leigh was born and raised in a snowbank in Michigan's Upper Peninsula and now lives amongst the sand dunes of the Lake Michigan lakeshore.She graduated with a Literature degree but never particularly enjoyed reading Shakespeare or Chaucer.
Adriane is married to a tall, dark and handsome guy, plays mama to two sweet baby girls, and is a voracious reader and knitter.

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Wild was a sensational ride of hot, steamy, and drama filled story. Kat moved to a small town living in a cottage that needs works, but she's by the ocean and couldn't be happier. A one-night stand decides that he isn't going to let her forget him. Wild has a story of his own and he has secrets just like Kat, but their chemistry can not be looked over. The sex hell even the foreplay is so hot and steamy it will make your panties wet. This book isn't just about that it's about how Kat left a past that tore her apart and it comes back to haunt her and threatens to destroy what her and Wild have, but can Wild save her before it's to late and can they have something more than friends with benefits? You will love this book it was a great read. 

Excerpt #1

I stepped into the bathroom and assessed myself in the mirror: my cheeks, hollow; my hair, a wild mess of strawberry, tangled around my shoulders; my eyes, dark circles underneath with a smudge of mascara rimming the eyelashes. I looked like hell and I felt like hell, and the actual worst part—it wasn’t just me there to witness it. Here I was, stumbling in at six a.m., fresh from crawling out of someone else’s bed.
Excerpt #2
“You’re so responsive,” he murmured in my hair, as he took my nipples between his fingers through the fabric, twisting and caressing, causing them to ache and tingle with lust. “Are you wet for me, Sugar?” he asked so softly it could have been my imagination. His words were the voice of a sexy angel over my shoulder, the demon of my dreams, meant to take me and consume me.
Excerpt #3
“Sure you got the right size?” an achingly familiar voice murmured in my ear and snapped me out of my thoughts. I choked on the lump that'd lodged in my throat as I turned to find the sexy stranger from a few nights ago at my side.
“Yes, thanks.” I turned away from him, his broad shoulders and cocky smile burned into my brain.
“Sure about that?”
“Of course. I'm not an idiot. It’s a furnace filter.” I glared and rummaged through some paint chips. The entire house needed a new coat of paint if I was going to spend any time there.
“That what Barton told you?” He was referring to my landlord, and the fact that he had this information at all made me a little uncomfortable.
“No, but furnace filters are pretty standard, I’ve never met one that required anything other than a sixteen by twenty.”
Furnaces are standard nowadays, but the place you’re staying, Sugar, was built in the forties and I know for a fact that old man hasn’t replaced the old Lennox furnace in the past twenty years, which means you need a sixteen by twenty-five.”
I shot daggers at him as he peered back at me, an amused grin tilting his lips. A slim-cut plaid shirt caressed the lean lines of his biceps and waist. His long legs spread in a wide stance, arms crossed as he took me in, his bright blue eyes shining as he watched me. “Fine.” I swiped the filter he'd picked up from his hands. “And don't call me Sugar.”
“You seemed to like it the other night.” His lips dusted along my earlobe and sent shivers straight to the apex of my thighs. My breath came out in ragged pants and my eyes fluttered closed as I tried to control my reaction to him.
“Well, that was then; this is now. Don’t call me Sugar,” I replied without looking at him. A hearty chuckle escaped his throat as he snatched the old filter from my hands and returned it to its proper bin.
“You should think about replacing it more often; the salt really wreaks havoc around here on the ducts.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled as I turned to head to the counter.
“Anytime, Sug—”
I shot him a glare that stopped him in his tracks.
“What did you say your name was again?” He tilted his head to the side, dark hair falling over his forehead deliciously. It pissed me off how boyish and devilishly sexy he could look all at the same time.
“I didn’t.” I continued down the aisle and toward the old man at the counter.

Excerpt #4
His thumb dragged across the seam of my lip. My eyes fluttered closed as he swiped across the flesh. My body lit up with lust and a dull throb settled between my thighs.
My heart stuttered a beat before I whipped my eyes open and pulled away. “Hands to yourself, Casanova.” I backed away and beelined for the front desk. The guilt was already nagging at me for involving him in my life anymore than I should have. “Can I help you with something or did you just come in to torment me?” I slipped behind the counter, thankful for the space that now separated us.
“Saw your car out front. Had to see those sweet lips again.” His eyes bounced down to the lips he’d just touched.
“Really? That’s your line?” I cocked an eyebrow at him, trying to steel myself against his rugged good looks. His dark hair lay carelessly across his forehead, his thick sculpted eyebrows arched, and his lips pulled into a devilish grin that emphasized his high cheekbones and stunning light blues eyes, which flashed with dangerous amusement.  
He broke out into another laugh, his arms crossing his chest. “You're sexy when you’re sassy, Sugar.”
I am not. And cut it with the ‘sugar.’ I’m no one’s sugar, especially not yours.”
“Hmm, is that so?” His eyes scanned my body, landing for a moment on my chest.
“Eyes up, Casanova.”
His eyes flashed to mine, a small smile curling the corners of his mouth. “Can I take you out?” His large body felt imposing in the small space. His energy was engulfing everything around him, sucking the air out of the room and causing oxygen to rush from my lungs.
“Not a chance.”
“Okay, let’s say we skip the date. I just want you back in my bed.”
My mouth dropped open. “Another original line.” I cocked my head to one side.
“Is it working?” He stepped closer and leaned across the counter, invading my space and sweeping the breath from my lungs.
“Shame. Those lips wrapped around my co—”
“Don’t even go there. I don’t even—that night was a mistake. I hardly remember it and it’s not happening again.” My irritation flared. I'd never met someone so blatantly vulgar.
“Ah, don’t say you don’t remember, Sugar.”

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