~ SeReNiTy DoEsN't CoMe EaSy ~: Book Tour, My Review, & GIVEAWAY: Rainfall by Melissa Delport.....

Paige’s father has Alzheimers, and her fiancé is shot and killed in an armed robbery. Paige fights her depression and pulls herself out of the dark place that she has succumbed to, with monumental effort and a new-found determination to live her life to the fullest, doing things that both terrify and exhilarate her.

When Paige meets Adam, the attraction is instantaneous. Adam grew up in an orphanage and has no recollection of his life before the age of six. Paige falls head over heels in love and embraces a happiness she never dreamed possible. Until the day she finds Adam in bed with another woman. Wanting nothing more to do with him, Paige cuts Adam out of her life, until she receives a mysterious visitor, who reveals secrets about Adam's past that shock Paige to her very core. Determined to fight for the man that she loves, Paige finds herself on a journey that will change her life forever.

I quickly pay for my purchases and head for the door, ripping open the Snickers and taking an enormous and enormously satisfying bite. I head back outside and take a moment to assess the rain. It seems to have gotten worse. It doesn’t bother me running back to the car, but I’ll be damned if I let a good Snickers bar go to waste. I’ll just have to hang around here until I’m done. I cram another huge mouthful in, although I haven’t yet swallowed the first.

“Excuse me,” a soft voice murmurs in my ear. I jump about a foot in the air and choke on the chocolate. Spinning round, I reel in shock and embarrassment as I recognise old blue eyes, still hanging on to his boring umbrella. I cover my mouth with my hand, trying desperately to swallow what is already crammed in there, but it’s not going down without a fight. I have to half close my eyes in concentration and the handsome stranger is gaping at me in alarm, glancing around quickly as if to check if there is anyone around who might be able to help.

After what feels like an eternity, I swallow down about half the Snickers bar in one gulp, my eyes watering from the pain and effort. Trying to act as though there is nothing wrong, I gaze up at him innocently.

“Yes?” I ask politely, as though nothing has happened. Did I just imagine it or did he just cover up a snort of laughter behind a very obvious throat clearing. I peer up at him, my eyes narrowed.

“What is it?” I ask, far more aggressively, crossing my arms over my chest and then realising that the packet I am carrying is far too heavy for this position to be comfortable. I uncross my arms.

“Um...” He looks slightly desperate for a moment and runs his hands through his dark curly hair. Very handsome, I decide. His eyes are so blue they should have their own pantone. His lips are full and beautifully shaped and he is tall and broad-shouldered. I bet he works out, I think; feeling slightly guilty that the last time I went to the gym I was in the kids’ play area waiting for my mom’s aqua-aerobics class to finish. It was her first and only attempt. I clearly remember her huffing and puffing for a full 20 minutes afterwards, which seriously affected her usual ability to wolf down a chicken and mayo toasted sandwich in under 2 minutes.

Dressed in smart black pants and expensive black leather shoes, this gorgeous specimen of hot-blooded male is mercifully saved from looking too austere by the absence of a tie and an almost casually unbuttoned open neck grey shirt. I once overheard Aunt Jackie telling my mother that she had met a man who made her want to have sex on a snooker table. I can, for the first time in my life, completely empathise. I shake my head. Putting the blatant physical reaction my traitorous body is feeling aside, I really do need to get going. I am already 15 minutes late. I am about to turn and leave when he finally manages to blurt out:

“Sorry, I’m Adam! Adam Parker,” he continues awkwardly, “I just wondered - I thought you might need...” He gestures helplessly at his umbrella. I stare at it in confusion.

“You waited for me just so that you could offer me your umbrella?” I ask suspiciously.

“Well,” he begins, gazing skyward before meeting my eyes, “when you put it like that it sounds kind of stalkerish; but yes, essentially, that’s what I did.”

“I like the rain,” I say, not entirely sure why.

“Yes,” he smiles sincerely for the first time, “I saw that.”

His gaze roams up and down my body taking in my wet clothes and I suck in an astonished breath. There has been no-one since Kevin died. Two years of celibacy. I have not been remotely interested in dating or men or anything remotely close. But this man! This man is making me think wicked thoughts. I purse my lips contemplatively.

“Would you like to come to a barbeque with me?” I ask, after only a moment’s deliberation, and he grins.

I do, after all like to live for today. He might not be here tomorrow.

Please accept my apologies on behalf of my Mama, Serenity.
She is currently in the hospital, but is due to be released tomorrow
morning, at least that is what we are hoping.

I see her notes here on the book, but to be honest,
her and I don't quite share the same methods of record and/or
note keeping, I guess you would say.

And, honestly, if I were to try and put her notes together
into a proper review, I really don't think I would do this book
any justice.

I can say though, that by her let's just call it 'unique way' of
note taking, lol, that she did indeed like this book,
and I'm most positive she will be giving it a positive review.

If you could stop back, let's say tomorrow night perhaps???

And then my Mama, Serenity, can
DO HER THANG!!!

Because, believe me...reading and reviewing is the true love of her life,
well, besides us kids, that is!!

Yours truly,
Rachel for my Mama, Serenity

Wife, mother of 3, businesswoman by day and writer by night, Melissa is the author of The Legacy and The Legion (books 1 and 2 of The Legacy Trilogy), and she is currently writing the final installment of the trilogy, The Legend.

Melissa is also the self-published author of the stand-alone novels Rainfall and The Traveler (available on Amazon). An avid reader herself, Melissa finally decided to stop ‘watching from the sidelines’ and to do what is her passion. “I was driving home from work when inspiration struck, and a storyline started unravelling in my head. For a few days, it was all I could think about and eventually I realised that the only way to get it out of my head, was to put it all down on paper. I started writing, and that was that.” She lives with her husband and three children in Hillcrest, South Africa.