Adrianna Littlejohn
Hi there! I'm Adrianna, a fantasy romance author. I've written Tempest, the first book in the Eye Of The Storm series, and Saints & Martyrs. The full synopsizes can be found underneath the "Books" tab above, and a few blurbs can be read below. Purple quotes are fromTempest, blue quotes are fromSaints & Martyrs.
I crept my face closer to his, silently asking for permission. He looked into my eyes for just a moment before crashing his lips onto mine. I gripped his arms as he held my face.
I knew it was wrong. I knew what people would say about me if they knew.
And I didn't care.
Tempest, Chapter 17, Part 2
His fingers gently tugged the gem from between my breasts. I screamed, horrified that he’d touched me, but my mouth didn’t move. I no longer had control over myself. My skin heated where he’d grazed me and all of my impassioned feelings towards Julian were now being directed at Wesley.
He held the gem between his thumb and finger and eyed it a moment. He turned it in different directions to examine it, causing it to sparkle in the moonlight.
"Green is a lovely color on you," he said, his voice low. "I'm surprised your lord allows you to wear so much of it."
Tempest, Chapter 21, Part 2
Ella did not truly exist. She was created out of survival. Her sweet nature, quiet demeanor, and open heart were tools to ensure she would be safe. Now that I knew who I truly was, there was no need to hold onto the survival tools. But they had been my crutch for so long that I was too afraid to let them go.
Tempest, Chapter 33, Part 3
"You have drawn me in with sweet words and empty promises while allowing those in power to spit venom at me and conspire against my people!"
"Ella - "
"I am no better. I let you," I murmured, wringing my hands. "I am a fool. I should not have stayed here. I should not have allowed you to bewitch me with lies."
"I have not lied to you," he said. He stood and leaned over his desk, his brown eyes boring into mine. "Please, Ella, tell me what to do."
Tempest, Chapter 45, Part 4
"I love looking at you," he murmured.
"Why?" I squeaked.
"Because you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he said, swiping his thumb over my bottom lip. "You're perfect."
My entire body felt like it was on fire. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out.
A mischievous smile appeared on his face and his eyes flicked to mine. "I don't think I was supposed to say any of that out loud. I should stop talking."
Saints & Martys, Chapter 13
I was drenched and shivering by the time I knocked on Alex's door. My body was shaking as I stared at the door. After a few minutes, the door swung open. Alex eyed me with a confused look until he took in my appearance.
"Oh my god, Lyric," he rushed, pulling me inside.
I collapsed into his arms before he could shut the door. I finally allowed myself to cry. I was sobbing so hard I could barely breathe.
"I was wrong," I hiccupped. "I needed you to stay."
He tightened his grip around me. "I'm here."
Saints & Martyrs, Chapter 29
The door swung open and Alex stood in front of me with wide eyes and his mouth hanging open. He wasn't just shocked, he was shocked and half-naked. Why was he in my apartment and why wasn't he dressed? I felt sick. I felt angry. I wanted to storm past him, but I couldn't. Something was preventing me from going inside. Did she ward me out?
"Milo," Alex said quietly. "Uh, let me get Lyric. Hold on."
He didn't shut the door all the way, but he shut it enough to piss me off. I took a few deep breaths and tried to calm myself; I had no right to be angry. I'd been gone for months. That made me the stranger in this scenario.
Saints & Martyrs, Chapter 33