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.

The Way We Burn is a love story…with a kicker! Suspense, chemistry, and twists galore, I can’t wait for you to jump in! But don’t be afraid. This is a stand alone VERY romantic story with a VERY satisfying ending. I promise:) xoxo M

WOW! I was certainly not expecting that… The Way We Burn is SO AMAZING! SO UNEXPECTED! Such a page-turner that I couldn’t put it down for one single second.

Noah Williamson is haunted by his past… losing his child and his wife in the most tragic of ways… how does one ever overcome and survive such a loss.

Noah finds some peace in Poppy, a waitress at a diner he goes to, and his life seems to be taking a turn to the light… to the less heavy… to maybe finding some sort of happy.

But there are still so many unresolved things for this couple… so many questions… so many things happening that as the story started to unfold that I was left speechless. As you can see from my updates here… OMG left my mouth several times throughout my read. What an emotional, intense, all-consuming story! A love like this is what people dream about and wish for… a forever love that knows no bounds and wow… JUST WOW!

I know I am not saying much and I’m sorry for that but with something like this, there can be no spoilers because watching this story unfold the way it did with all of its twists and turns was something to experience in itself.

I love Michelle Leighton books… The Dandelion is a top fave this year and I have just added another Leighton book on my list… WOW! I can’t say it enough!!!

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.

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