Title: The Blindsight
Author: Adriane Leigh
Series: Erotica Serial, Volume 1
Rating: 5 flames
Heat Rating: Scorching
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A sexy read full of secrets, mystery and white hot sexual tension. Adriene Leigh delivers a book that will have romance and smut readers glued to their kindles/books to discover who exactly Hunter Ellis is.
Blindsight is book 1 in a new erotic serial by Leigh which introduces readers to Hunter Ellis – an erotic photography and all round man of mystery and intrigue. A chance encounter on the streets thrust Erin Warner on a journey she never imagined, especially with a hot tattooed stranger with an unnatural pull on her. Thus her life is turned upside down by accepting a position to travel the world as his personal assistant. But what she doesn’t expect is to be placed square in a situation that she she’s not even quite aware of.
Adriane did an awesome job in pulling me into the story. I was blown away by this book. Ok, so I am not sure what I read but let me explain. The whole premise of this first installment was to set us up for a slow burn between this couple as well as give us glimpses that not is all that it seems on the surface. Both characters are shrowed with secrets that while readers get a glimpse, they don’t get the full story.
If there is one way to explain the first 50% of this book it would be explosive sexual tension. The actions and reactions of the two main characters is designed to draw you in and feel as frustrated and turned on as them. I was practical gagging for something to happen between these two as the tension filled the atmosphere between them until it was as thick as syrup and I was on the edge for more than simple touches, caresses and teasing.
I was wholly invested to finding out what I knew was there but couldn’t quite grab.
I love both Hunter and Erin. Their connection was real and it made me as the reader connect with them immediately. I wanted to know about Hunter & Erin’s past and how it has dictated their present and what it holds for their future.
The chemistry between this pair is explosive. I will freely admit that Leigh succeeded in making me hot under the collar and as frustrated as the characters. I lived the slow burn and when they did finally come together it was combustible and nuclear. Exactly what I want delivered as a reader of an erotic serial.
The writing throughout was flawless and navigated me as the reader. I read this entire book in a sitting, as it is serial format and didn’t take long.
And now comes the much anticipated wait for book 2. Thanks Ms Leigh for leaving me with that ending BUT at least I don’t have long to wait. I am excited to see where this goes.
I have no absolute no hesitation in recommending this serial to lovers of erotic romance. It is worth every penny.
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.
“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.
“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.