With Every Breath by Lia Riley ~ Excerpt & Giveaway (@liarileywrites, @wordsmithpublic, @ForeverRomance)

With Every Breath by Lia Riley was released late 2015 and today I've got a sexy excerpt to share with you! There's also a giveaway, so make sure you enter! 
Title: With Every Breath
Author: Lia Riley
Series: A Wanderlust Novel
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance
Published: December 29th 2015
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At the ends of the earth, Patagonia is a land where ambition trumps reason and the savage summit of La Aguja lures the most determined climbers. It's also the last spot a "play-it-safe girl" like Auden Woods expects to find herself. But she'll lace up her brand-new hiking boots and do whatever it takes to secure a dream job at an adventure magazine . . . even if it kills her. And it just might. When disaster strikes, her only chance at survival comes in the form of the surliest, sexiest mountaineer ever to come out of Scotland.

After a climbing accident cost him his brother, professional mountaineer Rhys MacAskill is at the end of his rope. Redemption is not in his future. That is, until a terrifying storm blows a budding journalist into his tent and it's up to him to make sure they both survive until morning. Despite the demons weighing on him, Rhys can't resist the temptation of the charming American and one wild night just isn't enough.

Auden and Rhys soon learn there are no shortcuts as they navigate their way between life, death, and atonement, and discover something they never expected—love.

“Will you let me touch you here?” He circles a thumb over the rise of my breast, sensitive even behind the sports bra’s thick fabric. My nipple hardens, aching to be rolled between his clever fingers.
“Yes,” I manage to whisper. “God, yes.”
“And here?” He grabs hold of my waistband, slides a knee between my legs, and angles up to grind against where I need him most.
I hump him like a wild animal and don’t have the shame or good sense to stop. The thin layers of cotton between us might as well not exist. “Please, keep going.”
“I imagined your taste all morning. What it would be like for you to drag that sweet pussy over the flat of my tongue.” The way he says “tongue” with that gravelly lilt, I could die now and be happy. But I should petition whoever’s on duty at the pearly gates for a few extra minutes so Rhys can put that dirty mouth to extra-good use.
I whimper something that starts as the word “Please” and ends in a jumble of consonants.
“You’ve the look of a girl who hasn’t been properly kissed in a long time.”
I can’t control a shiver of reaction. “Maybe ever.”
He nuzzles the side of my neck. “Better make it good, then.”
A lick of unease cools some of my heat. 
What are you doing?
Here I am hooking up with him, and I haven’t said a peep about the fact I figured out who he is or that I’m interested in his story. He said he wanted to use me, and I want to use him, but not just physically. This is a mega conflict of interest, right? A rough, frustrated confusion wells within me.
But then he’s there, bold lips covering mine like this gesture is the most natural thing in the world. It’s a whisper of a kiss, a flashlight in the dark, a faint taste of salt. He teases his tongue against my lip seam, and when I open, we circle each other until I’m consumed by the taste of him, the lingering sweet hint of currants and Earl Grey. All other thoughts, anxiety, and better judgment are thrust away by the wet, hot heat.
The stream babble fills my ears. His tongue works like a slow eddy, pulling me into a natural rhythm. Kissing is usually something slightly desperate, as if I’m trying to get somewhere, chasing an elusive feeling hinted at in great movies and love songs, something that transcends wet flesh and saliva. He’s taking me there, to that place.
My nails sink into his shoulders and he doesn’t flinch. I can’t stop. I want to leave marks, as if engraving my initials in a tree with a penknife. His exhalations take on a raspy edge. Maybe I really can do anything if I put my mind to it, so I put my mind here, into this kiss, this give-and-take.
It should be simple, so simple, a touch of tongue, a brush of lips, but it’s as if the forest crashes down around us. Guilt and desire collide, each emotion sharpening the other. He might be saying my name. He could be reciting the entire encyclopedia. In this kiss, there is nothing, and everything. I am Icarus plummeting from the sky as the world continues as it always has, except for us. We’ve stumbled to the place of secrets, where lovers through the ages have snuck away. We can’t stay here. No one can. But that’s what makes it better. Knowing that you’ll lose a thing sharpens the sweetness.
A kiss should be the simplest thing in the world.
Not this gentle stirring, like wind through the underside of leaves, inexorable as the glacier grinding behind us. So hot and yet it doesn’t scorch. No, with every breath, with every touch, his kiss carves.
When he’s finished, my landscape will be forever changed.

Lia Riley writes offbeat New Adult and Contemporary Adult romance. After studying at the University of Montana-Missoula, she scoured the world armed only with a backpack, overconfidence and a terrible sense of direction. She counts shooting vodka with a Ukranian mechanic in Antarctica, sipping yerba mate with gauchos in Chile and swilling XXXX with stationhands in Outback Australia among her accomplishments.

A British literature fanatic at heart, Lia considers Mr. Darcy and Edward Rochester as her fictional boyfriends. Her very patient husband doesn't mind. Much. When not torturing heroes (because c'mon, who doesn't love a good tortured hero?), Lia herds unruly chickens, camps, beach combs, daydreams about future books, wades through a mile-high TBR pile and schemes yet another trip. Right now, Icelandic hot springs and Scottish castles sound mighty fine.

She and her family live mostly in Northern California.

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