Author: Leylah Attar
Published on: January 31, 2017
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Women's Fiction
Once in Africa, I kissed a king…
“And just like that, in an old red barn at the foothills of Mount Kilimanjaro, I discovered the elusive magic I had only ever glimpsed between the pages of great love stories. It fluttered around me like a newborn butterfly and settled in a corner of my heart. I held my breath, afraid to exhale for fear it would slip out, never to be found again.”
When a bomb explodes in a mall in East Africa, its aftershocks send two strangers on a collision course that neither one sees coming.
Jack Warden, a divorced coffee farmer in Tanzania, loses his only daughter. An ocean away, in the English countryside, Rodel Emerson loses her only sibling.
Two ordinary people, bound by a tragic afternoon, set out to achieve the extraordinary, as they make three stops to rescue three children across the vast plains of the Serengeti—children who are worth more dead than alive.
But even if they beat the odds, another challenge looms at the end of the line. Can they survive yet another loss—this time of a love that’s bound to slip through their fingers, like the mists that dissipate in the light of the sun?
“Sometimes you come across a rainbow story—one that spans your heart. You might not be able to grasp it or hold on to it, but you can never be sorry for the color and magic it brought.”
A blend of romance and women’s fiction, Mists of The Serengeti is inspired by true events and contains emotional triggers, including the death of a child. Not recommended for sensitive readers. Standalone, contemporary fiction.
“How many times do we pass people on the street, whose lives are intertwined with ours in ways that remain forever unknown? How many ways are we tied to a stranger by fragile, invisible threads that bind us all together?”
I don’t think I have the right words to describe this book. They all seem meager in comparison to this story. From the prologue to the epilogue, Mists of The Serengeti was an exquisite story that quickly and effortlessly drew you into its world. Leylah Attar is an author that has been on my TBR list for a while, but this is the first time that I’ve read her. I see why many flock to Ms. Attar’s stories. Serengeti was unlike anything that I’ve read before. This story was both beautiful and heartbreaking. It made me think and brought my attention to a part of the world that I knew little about. Ms. Attar wrote a memorizing story full of visceral emotions and descriptive imagery.
“When you lose someone you love, it doesn’t end with that event, or with their funeral, or with their name on the tombstone. You lose them again and again, every day, in small moments that catch you off guard.”
Rodel Emerson and Jack Warden are two people, from two completely different worlds. Rodel is an teacher from England and Jack is a coffee farmer from Tanzania. It takes one tragedy, one epic moment, and their paths are forever intertwined. A mall bombing claims the lives of both Ro’s sister Mo, and Jack’s daughter Lily. It was a devastating event and the heartbreak that followed was an intense, almost unbearable pain. Seeing their raw emotions play out, broke my heart. I felt so much of their loss and I wanted to cry with them.
“In a thousand lives, I would die a thousand deaths to save her. Over and over and over again.”
When Rodel travels to Tanzania, she only expects to collect Mo’s belongings and then return home. She never expected to take on the volunteer mission that Mo left behind. Taking on Mo’s work leads her to Jack. Jack isn’t the man that he once was. Jack is broken and angry and he doesn’t know how to get through it. Initially Jack doesn’t want to help Rodel, but he eventually he decides to. This mission wasn’t something either of them planned but it turned out to be something that they both needed. It helped them gain closure and heal some of the pain that they were both experiencing. With time, they were able to grow closer to one another. It was a connection that both desperately needed. Their romantic connection grew in a believable way. I loved every minute that they were together. Rodel and Jack easily captured my heart.
“What we don’t understand always scares us.”
Leylah Attar brilliantly crafted this story. There is so much that I enjoyed about this story. The writing was evocative and profound. I felt as if I was in the Serengeti and it was such a lovely experience. From beginning to end, I wanted to devour each page, each line, every moment. The epilogue nearly brought me to my knees. It was one of the most brilliant and emotional ends to an absolutely fantastic story, Ms. Attar has attention and I can not wait to read her other works.
“Sometimes we have to let go of the people we love because we love them—because their hopes and dreams lie elsewhere.”
“I’ve missed you.” She traced the lines of my face, her hair falling like a curtain around me. “You’re like the broken chapter of my favorite story.”
Something fierce trembled inside of me as I tucked one side of her hair behind her ear. How could I explain to her the hunger, the craving, the obsession? The small, sharp memories of her, always at the edge of my brain? I couldn’t. So I kissed her. With all the words I couldn’t form. My arms locked around her and she melted into me like a sigh.
It was soft, butter-smooth love. Heat rising under our skin. Clothes undone. A string of kisses on her breast. Her legs sliding against mine. The rapture of re-learning her curves. The indescribable fullness of holding her, of watching her body respond to the sensations I was making her feel.
I was hungry for her and hungry to pleasure her. With my hands and my lips and my tongue. I loved the way she came—body arched, mouth open, warm flesh quivering under my touch. Each time she reached her peak, I burned a little more, until the desire to possess raged through my blood like an inferno. There was a brief tear of a foil wrapper, and then I sank into her—deeply, completely.
God. The feel of her body opening up to me, molding around me like a warm, wet glove. Her tongue in my mouth. The way her hands clutched me. The way her leg wrapped around my hip. I bit her shoulder as the animal in me rose. And then it was all primal passion, nothing but the sound of her soft moans. My release should have been quick, but I held on, not wanting it to end. Being inside of her was like a drug. Being inside of her was pure euphoria. I captured the gasp that escaped her as her body stiffened. She was coming again.
“Yes,” I growled as she writhed under me. “Fuck, yes.” And then I gave in to the explosion of fiery sensations that overtook me, rocking me to the core.
In the aftermath, she slipped her leg between mine and put her head on my chest. I could feel her eyelashes against my skin every time she blinked. It was the tiniest flutter—the softest sensation—but it soothed the hot, brimming ache her absence had left. A wave of completeness washed over me as slowly, gradually, she closed her eyes and fell asleep in my arms.