Title: Rebel Saint
Author: Adriane Leigh
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: 18 March 2019
Release Date: 18 March 2019
Blurb
She found herself on the steps of St. Michael's seeking shelter, what she didn't expect was
temptation so sharp and sweet concealed beneath one snow-white collar.
He rescued her from rock bottom, desperate people squeezed
together by the desperate cracks of life, but their relationship was never
innocent. The thinly-veiled attraction combustible, magnetism so explosive it
rattles the very foundations of their belief.
But can their unholy love story withstand the fall?
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Excerpt
“The dark night of the soul? Mind telling me what the hell that was about?” The heavy
wooden door echoed through the tight chamber when it slammed against the door
jamb.
Bastien remained still across the small sacristy, head bowed as he continued to work
quietly, deft fingers sliding thin, golden ropes of sacred fabric through his
fingers. “I’d rather know what you think.”
Frustration thickened my blood. “I’m your dark night of the soul?! I think you went a step
too far.”
“If that’s what you call a step too far I’d hate to hear what you call indecent.” His body was against mine in an instant, my breasts heaving with shallow irritation and grazing the fabric of his vestments.
This profoundly infuriating man was under my skin like no one else had ever been,
and just like a bad tattoo, I’d pay a professional to gouge him out of my soul
if I could.
“This, for instance,” he hissed, “is surely a step too close to your precious comfort
zone.” His body pressed closer, the deep ridge of his arousal cutting at my hip
and causing my throat to crack and turn to dust. “Don’t trick yourself into
believing that you know you more than
I do, Tressa.”
His dark eyes glinted in the dim light, heartbeat vibrating in my ears the only noise in
the room. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I couldn’t catch my breath, his fingers crawling their way past my wrists, grazing the
underside of my elbows before his thumbs dug in and he was as far deep inside my
own heart as he could possibly go.
“You like the dance, sweet dove, but just when things get intimate you pull away.”
His scathing truth cut like a hot blade.
“No,” I squeaked.
His soft chuckle my only reply, my eyelids already glued shut in opposition of his
words.
“You think you only show me the side of you you want me to see,” Bastien’s thumb danced
the arch of my brow, “but I see so much more than that.” His eyes flicked down
to my lips, hips working softly against mine.
“I’m trained to see the broken parts you’ve spent a lifetime hiding. I’m trained to
be your light in the darkness, Tressa, but all that darkness,” his thumbs
worked inside my elbows, swaying me against his body as he grit against my
neck, “it weighs on me some days. Seminary doesn’t teach a flesh and blood man
how to channel all that darkness into…” he flexed behind his robes, my body
humming with pure desire for anything more he had to give, “productive
activities.”
I didn’t have a reply for him, the way he swallowed my space and caused my heart to
thrum like a hummingbird was distracting enough, but his skin setting flame to
mine was beyond unbearable.
“What about you, then?” I summoned my earlier anger. “You fancy yourself some sort of
holier than thou saint? Forgive me Father, but I call bullshit.”
Bastien’s eyes held mine, the amusement chasing through his chocolate irises giving me
enough satisfaction to live on for days.
I squared my shoulders. “You’re a prisoner to your belief.”
His eyebrows rose, shock striking him before his face settled to that same
well-orchestrated calm he reserved for his parishioners. “You can bet I’m a
prisoner, but not for the reasons you think.”
His admission caught me off guard, but not more than the next moment did.
His palms caught my face, thumbs trailing down the warmth of my throat before he smashed
our lips together.
His kiss defiled as much as it gave life.
He raped me to the depths of my soul without ever removing a strip of my clothing.
“But that’s where my beliefs with the church diverge.” He lips teased at the corners of my
mouth before his tongue darted out, tasting the bow of my top lip.
Oh sweet
fucking heaven.
“I happen to believe it isn’t living if you’re not breaking a rule every now and again.”
He caught the soft whimper on my lips with his, swallowing it instantly before his tongue
pushed past the barrier and he was sheathed in me again.
His taste, far deadlier than I’d remembered.
“Despite what my church may believe,” Bastien’s thumbs hooked at my shirt, the warm pads
of his fingertips sliding against my skin and cutting through my nerves like
hot butter, “I can’t renounce you.”
His palms slid up my torso, divesting me of my shirt while one hand cupped a shiny
chalice, drips of wine already making their way between my breasts. Staining
the satin bra I wore, pooling in my navel, soaking a rebel river of red overtop
the elastic of my panties.
“I know the taste of sin, sweet Tressa, I’ve tasted it every night in my dreams. Craving
you is a new and deadlier form of hell than the last I’d overcome.” He dropped
to his knees, the empty cup slipping to the floor and soaking his white robes
in scarlet before his tongue met my flesh in slow swipes, eyes glinting as he
held me flush to his mouth.
Soft mewls formed on my lips as my body fell apart in his arms, limbs loose as he worked
his way up my body, tongue tasting every inch of the blessed wine from my skin
as he went.
“I am very surely a prisoner to you, my sweet dove.”
Author Bio
Adriane Leigh is an Amazon Top 25 and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and erotic romance.
Raised in a snowbank in Michigan's Upper Peninsula, she was born with a book in
her hand and won her first Young Authors award before the age of ten. She
finished her first romance novel at 14, and hasn't stopped playing with
words since. She earned a literature degree, co-founded and organized
international book conventions with RARE: Romance Author & Reader
Events, and has written more than 45 independent titles under various pen
names.
Married to her own Prince Charming, she now lives among the sand dunes of
Lake Michigan, and plays mama to two sweet baby girls. She's a
romantic rebel and word junkie that believes wanderlust is life, is
part of the #goodvibetribe, and wishes she had more time to read and knit
scarves to keep her cozy during the arctic Michigan winters. Yoga pants,
puppies, and mac and cheese also help.
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