The Way We Burn by M. Leighton Published by Self-Published on June 24th 2018
Genres: Suspense
Format: eARC
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Irresistible attraction. Unimaginable danger.
I knew from the moment Noah Williamson walked into the diner that he was haunted—deeply haunted—but I couldn’t resist the lure of him. He was gorgeous and fascinating and mysterious, and like a delicate moth to a brilliant blue flame, I was drawn to him. Drawn to his fire.
But if I’d known about his job, about what happened to his wife, I’d have run the other way. Before I got caught up in the red-hot blaze of his life. Before everything in my world got burned to the ground.
It’s too late to run now. I hesitated and that was it. I fell. I fell for him before I knew there was danger in loving him.
Noah once told me that this is the way we burn—together or not at all. At the time, I didn’t know what that meant.
Now I do.
NOW LIVE!
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Angie’s Thoughts:
OMG!!! This book was fantastic! Hands down one of the best romantic suspense books I’ve read this year!
I couldn’t put it down and those twists!! I was not expecting that at all. I definitely won’t be forgetting about Noah and Poppy anytime soon.
Great Job Michelle! I’m not easily shocked and you did just that!
If you love suspense, twists and turns with just enough heat to make you hot then you need to read The Way We Burn!
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Excerpt:
Something in me snaps.
He’s halfway down the first set of steps when I stop him again.
“Noah?”
His head jerks back and he pins me with those glorious eyes. I start toward him before I can change my mind, walking quickly down to meet him on the stairs.
I stop on the step above his and stare down at him. The blue of his irises has been overtaken by swollen pupils and his eyes are the black, black, black of the night outside.
I’m on his level now, nose to nose, and my heart is racing like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff, the wind howling at my back, uncertainty swirling all around me. Chills break out down my arms, but I wrap them around his neck anyway, pressing my chest to his.
“Last week you said you wanted to know what’s going through my head,” I remind him. “This. This has been going through my head since the day you walked into the diner.”
I mash my mouth to his. Hard. We both just sort of stand there, smooshed together, taken by surprise. I wait for several seconds, hoping he’ll take it from there before I wither up and die. When he doesn’t, I start to lean away, humiliation ready to burst forth and drown me. But before I can turn and run back to my apartment with my tail between my legs, Noah brings one big hand to the back of my head, stilling me.
Wordlessly, he watches me. Seconds pass. Or days. I can’t be sure which. Time ceases to exist, to even matter when he looks at me.
A few achingly slow heartbeats thump by before he tilts his head and leans in, softly brushing his lips over mine.
Finally.
I exhale the breath I’d been holding. I was so nervous, I don’t think I’ve breathed since I opened my door.
But I’m breathing now. Breathing him in, gulping in this moment, tucking it into some treasured corner of my soul.
I close my eyes, inhaling deeply, memorizing the scent of his soap, the smell of his skin. Reveling in the hint of peppermint and nighttime leeching from his lips onto mine.
Back and forth, he rubs his mouth over mine, coaxing it open with a sexy artfulness I didn’t think men really possessed. At least not in real life.
But Noah does.
He works my needy flesh like he knows it better than I do. His tongue whispers over the edge of my bottom lip, breezes past the inside of my top one, and teases along the side of my own until a groan bubbles up and out of my throat, unbidden.
I melt against him, my torso conforming to his as he supports me with his strong arms. I’m not thinking. I’m not worrying. I’m not planning. I’m simply lost, lost to the storm of sensation he’s stirring up within me. It’s building, the energy, and I know I’m just getting a taste of the tropical storm I knew this man would be. Beautiful chaos lies at his center. I’m absolutely certain of it.
And absolutely drawn to it already.
About M. Leighton
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author, M. Leighton, is a native of Ohio. She relocated to the warmer climates of the South, where she can be near the water all summer and miss the snow all winter. Possessed of an overactive imagination from early in her childhood, Michelle finally found an acceptable outlet for her fantastical visions: literary fiction. Having written over a dozen novels, these days Michelle enjoys letting her mind wander to more romantic settings with sexy Southern guys, much like the one she married and the ones you’ll find in her latest books. When her thoughts aren’t roaming in that direction, she’ll be riding wild horses, skiing the slopes of Aspen or scuba diving with a hot rock star, all without leaving the cozy comfort of her office.
About Michelle: I love coffee and chocolate, even more so when they are combined. I’m convinced that one day they could be the basis for world peace. I also love the color red and am seriously considering dying my hair.
