Title: Ridge (Wild #2)
Author: Adriane Leigh
Genre: Erotic Romance
Expected
Release Date: March 3,
2014
Cover
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About
the Book
Sometimes
doing the wrong thing feels so right...
I'm a
player. I'm an asshole. I'm someone you should stay away from.
I have
demons.
I've made mistakes.
And the biggest can't be taken back.
I've gone to hell
and back in twenty-nine years and I'm only now coming to terms with moving
forward, righting my wrongs, and making amends. Except not everyone deserves
forgiveness. Sometimes the damage done is beyond repair.
Everyday is exactly the same. I focus on the pain, in the
quest to feel and forget, but I remember everything. When I close my eyes the
darkness encroaches and some days it feels like the things that kill me are the
things that make me feel alive.
Excerpt
I
hovered over her sweet body, the soft flesh beneath my fingers like fucking
silk. Her hands laced in the rungs of the headboard above her head, propping
her breasts high and full for me. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy, full
lips formed in a a perfect O as moans escaped her throat.
She
was fucking stunning. I moved in and out of her, slowing my pace, hitting her
as deep as I could, rounding my hips with each slow thrust and drag. She was
everything, had been my everything for a few months, the only one that had
ever gotten me.
All
of me.
The
me that no one else had ever seen.
Fuck
of it was, she was my brother’s fiancée.
I’d
fucking taken her right from under him.
I
hadn’t meant to, I don’t think she’d meant to either, it’d just happened one night,
and there’d been no going back.
And
now here we were, months later, I was still plowing into her—taking her, owning
her, making her mine—every fucking night in my bed, hearing her call my name,
her eyes hazy with lust and love when I finished.
Except
tonight was different.
Tonight
was the last time.
Tonight
I was ending it.
My
heart clutched in my chest as the words floated through my head. My eyes burned
with the pain of it.
I
didn’t want to let her go, but more than anything, I was sick of running. And
seeing my brother again had finally opened my eyes.
This
was it.
This
was it for us. For me and her. For the girl that had wrapped her fingers around
my soul and held it so fucking tightly it was as if my every fucking breath
depended on her.
Copyright
2013 by Adriane Leigh
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About the Author
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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