Mists Of The Serengeti by Leylah Attar Published by Self-Published on January 31st 2017
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Format: eARC
Source: ARC
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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.”
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Angie’s Thoughts:
It’s not just 5 stars but all the stars on a clear night in Serengeti!
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Mists of the Serengeti is a beautiful, heartbreaking, raw masterpiece that you’ll want to read again and again. It’s so beautiful, so poetic that I felt every word down to my marrow. I’ve never read a book that every word dripped with honey even the ones that hurt. It was hypnotic. Dragging me under its spell like wood smoke.
There were so many emotions going through me. Overwhelming sadness, joy, envy, anticipation, surprise, anxiousness, anger, love. So. Much. Love. I wouldn’t take any of those emotions back. This book was completely worth every single one of them and more.
I didn’t read the blurb. I saw Leylah wrote it and I signed up. I’m glad I didn’t. Every single emotion I felt was mine. I wasn’t expecting anything. I didn’t know that anyone was going to die or fall in love for that matter. I wish everyone would read it that way. The experience was surreal.
Leylah creates a beautiful scenery amidst all the ugly, terrible things life brings. You can close your eyes and smell the jasmine and rain in the air, hear the lions roaring, taste the sugar tulips on your lips, and even see Olonana and the Maasai morans. I can keep going on and on. If you pick up one book this year then do yourself a favor and buy Mists of the Serengeti. It’s my favorite and I mean FAVORITE book of 2017!
Liezel’s Thoughts:
Mists Of The Serengeti is nothing like I’ve ever read before. It will break you down, built you up and break you down all over again. It was such an emotional roller-coaster. There were so many parts where I didn’t know what to feel and I wouldn’t change a thing about it.
Leylah Attar painted such a beautiful world. It was descriptive enough where I felt like I was in Rodel Emerson’s shoes – walking through the grasslands of the Serengeti trying to catch a glimpse of the Big 5. The emotions that both Jack and Rodel were experiencing were the same.
When Jack was hurting, I was hurting. When Rodel was elated, I felt elated. When they were together all of the loneliness and emptiness washed away. I couldn’t picture a better relationship between the two. Time and again Leylah Attar proved that they were meant to meet no matter what the circumstances were.
I loved everything about this book. The writing was superb! It was in many aspects intense and deep. There were numerous passages that will have you stop and think. It was definitely like poetry unfolding right before your very own eyes. I agree with Angie when she said… “that this is one of the greatest for 2017.”
The Verdict:
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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About Leylah Attar
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.
