Sometimes a single touch is all it takes to spark a wildfire.
Erin Warner learned that the day she bumped into the dashing, tattooed stranger on a busy Chicago street corner. She’s captivated from the moment his mystifying green eyes find hers, and it isn’t long before she finds herself flying to exotic locales to assist him, the award-winning erotic photographer Hunter Ellis, on location. What she didn’t bargain for was the way he makes her blood bubble and churn with lust and thinly-veiled promises of unfathomable erotic pleasure with every click of his camera.
But there is more to Hunter than meets the eye, including the intricately etched tattoos decorating his body that disguise horrific scars from a past he refuses to revisit. As she peels away the layers, Erin realizes that what she thought was true, never really was at all, for both of them.
Now she can only hope that blind adoration for the dashing stranger didn’t sign her death warrant.
The first in a thrilling new erotic serial intended for mature audiences.
REVIEW
4.5/5
Every inch of this book is pure HOT and steamy passion that makes crave so much more..
It's a romance story that takes a sexy and erotic meaning to a whole new level. ART. It possessed a quality that I haven't seen in many sexy new adult books. A quality that makes you question what you should expect from a story or a love in general.
I absolutely adored this one.
When I saw how short it was, I wasn't too sure what to expect. Seeing that bloody hot cover is one thing, not to mention the blushing that soon followed just thinking about dirty mouthed and sexy tattooed alphas. But, when I flipped through that first page, I was done.
ADDICTED.
It's as fast paced as it is a fast read.
Erin is a character that I tried not to want to like. Her decisions when it came to accepting a "strangers" propositions, and a huge proposition at that, is the polar opposite of what I might have done or said. I mean, to me it would make sense to politely say no.
Now, here are the issues with saying no. First, Hunter is bloody sinful and as sexy as they get. If he didn't exude all those dirty and blushing thoughts we get when thinking of that perfect guy then I truly don't know what does.. Throughout the entire story we get so much calm and easygoing sexiness from Hunter that y brain doesn't even register how far I have gone in trusting my first thought of "stranger danger". I mean, come on. That was a sneaky move from the author. Falling for a character that I usually warm off from my friends and myself.. Yup. That's what BLINDSIGHT did.. No regrets.
Second, Erin's mindset grew on me and it grew fast just like the story came to an end. She took fat risks but from her reasoning and how their relationship flowed, developed and united, I could not have been happier.
This couldn't have been any faster or an addictive of a read. I was so disappointed that I would have to say goodbye to bloody Hunter!!!
Of course there ARE some twisted parts to the story and a mystery that had my heart at the pit of my stomach..
Again, bloody loved this book! Cannot wait for more..
THANK YOU Adriane Leigh for the ARC, I look forward to all of your future work xx
“Anxious, Princess?” he hummed, leaning across my back, his teeth catching the zipper that ran down the back of my dress and pulling it down one inch at a time. With my breathing ragged, the dress fell to the floor in a whoosh of fabric and left me standing in a strapless bra and nothing else.
He ushered me across the length of the bench at the foot of his king bed. With my knees firmly seated on the cushion and ass in the air, I turned as he shrugged out of the tux jacket and unbuttoned the crisp dress shirt with quiet precision.
“Close your eyes,” he ordered, his eyes boring into mine, and I saw the switch then. The lowering of his tone, the heat that burned in his green irises. This was Hunter fucking. Hunter fucking was so much hotter than Hunter shooting, and Hunter behind a camera made my stomach swim.
I closed my eyes and turned away from him.
I waited, my breaths slow and measured as the goosebumps raced across my skin. I waited and I fucking waited, every nerve in my body on edge, aware of every shift he made, until finally his fingertips traced the curve of my ass, before both hands wrapped around my wrists and I felt the rough fibers of a rope slipping against my skin.
“Wait.” I choked and pushed back, waves of anxiety and guilt replacing arousal. As if he hadn’t heard, he continued to wrap the long length of rope around my wrists and up my forearms before he slipped the rope around one tall mahogany bed post.
My stomach curled and flipped, my arms instinctively pulling back, resisting the control he wanted. “Hunter, wait.” Words burned on my lips like fiery cinnamon drops.
“What?” he growled and his eyes darted to catch mine.
“There’s something I have to tell you.” I dreaded the words that hung on my lips. It was the wrong place, the wrong time, but I couldn’t take it any longer.
“You don’t have to tell me anything.” He tightened the rope with a swift tug and then his palms were back to running the lengths of my arms and down my torso, my hips twisting as my thighs grew slick.
“There are things you don’t know—”
“I know more than you think I do, and I don’t want to talk about it right now.” Giant palms jerked my ass against his thick erection beneath the fine fabric of his dress pants. I wiggled and sighed, wanting desperately to get lost in this moment with him, but the guilt had been weighing me down, loading my feet with lead blocks that left me stumbling and moving much too slowly for my own good.
“I’m—”
“Shut your mouth, Princess.” The fingers of one hand dug into the flesh of my ass cheek, while a thumb on his other pushed past my lips and into my mouth, forcing me to bite down. “Don’t act so disappointed — I have you right where you like to be.” He leaned across my back, his crisp shirt rough against my cool skin as my arms stretched to hold the pressure of his heavy body. “Without control,” he growled and tightened his hold in my mouth, forcing my head to turn and catch his stare. “I don’t want another word from you until I say so.” His eyes flashed with warning. My pussy clenched and my thighs shifted. He was right, this is exactly where I wanted to be. With him I felt protected in a way I never had. My feelings were barricaded by his imposing voice and giant body. Twisted up in his bonds and helpless, I was finally safe.
Adriane Leigh was born and raised in a snowbank in Michigan's Upper Peninsula and now lives among the sand dunes of the Lake Michigan lakeshore.
She graduated with a Literature degree but never particularly enjoyed reading Shakespeare or Chaucer.
She is married to a tall, dark, and handsome guy, and plays mama to two sweet baby girls. She is a voracious reader and wishes she had more time to knit scarves to keep her warm during the arctic Michigan winters.
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