Sunday, April 24, 2016

Riptide of passion and deception in the Cayman Islands #MyScintillatingSunday #RomanticSuspense

Excerpt of the romantic suspense novel, Riptide...


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He braced his hands over her head. The only thing he wanted to do was kiss her slowly and make her beg for more. He looked into her eyes. “You’re making me forget all of the reasons this is a mistake.”

“A sexy mistake.” Her fingers touched his chest in a featherlike caress. She licked her lips.

“Good point.” He smiled. “We’re headed into the danger zone.”

“You have no idea how dangerous.” She tugged on the towel, a wicked grin in her eyes.

Oh, he had an idea about the level of danger. He’d thought of nothing else for the past forty-eight hours and ranked this situation a solid Level Red. Despite that, all he could think about was how good it would feel to have her long legs wrapped around his hips while her nails clawed against his back. He needed to pull the emergency brake. Slow, he reminded himself. Slow. He leaned against her, enjoying the way her body arched toward his like a magnetic pull. He tangled his fingers in the hair at the back of her neck. “What do you want, Lauren? After the other night, you know I’m more complicated than I seem.”

Her gaze flicked up to his. “I know what I’m doing.”

“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”

“Show me. Let’s make some mistakes together. We’re both consenting adults. What the hell?” she whispered, her teeth pulling at his lower lip.

“You’re reckless.”

“Does that scare you?” she asked.

He paused a fraction over her lips and looked into her eyes. Yeah, she was scary reckless, but that turned him on more than he could say. So what if she wanted to use him for a distraction from her own demons? He knew that had something to do with it—the woman oozed intensity. 

From the back cover...
 
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One violent night shatters Lauren Biltmore’s life. As an anchorwoman, she's accustomed to reporting the news rather than being the lead story.  She escapes the spotlight by fleeing to her brother's home in the Cayman Islands. Haunted by nightmares, all she wants is a distraction from reality.

Distraction arrives via sexy screenwriter, Noah Reynolds. His take-me-to-bed looks mask a past ripe with scandal. He knows he should stay away from Lauren, especially when the worst night of her life unlocks his writer's block and while he's dealing with a stalker of his own, but ethics are his weakness.

Attraction sizzles beneath Caribbean sunshine. As their relationship grows, Noah's stalker intensifies her torment. Lauren wonders if her paranoia is justified or a carryover from her past. What's real? What's imagined?  Tentative trust is tested as their love is swept up against a riptide of deceit, murder, and revenge. 


Friday, April 22, 2016

A Woman Worth Dying For #MySexySaturday #RomanticSuspense

Excerpt of the new romantic suspense release, One True Thing--a perfect blend of political scandal, international intrigue, and sizzling romance...

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God, I want to kiss her like I've never wanted to kiss anyone. Grab her, kiss her, fall into the grass and touch her.
 
“Good luck with your art show today.”

“Exhibit.” She closed the distance between them in two strides. “I know I shouldn’t do this, but there are so many things I’ve done that I shouldn’t have. What’s one more?”  

She grabbed a fistful of his shirt, stood on tiptoes until they were eye-to-eye and kissed him. Just like that. Sweet. Hot. Fast. 

He couldn't breathe, lips vibrated from the kiss, and his entire body hummed with expectation. Before he could react, she released him and stepped away. 

Without looking back, she strode to the motorcycle and swung her leg over the seat.  She stuffed her hair beneath the helmet and drove away without saying another word. 

  He kept his gaze locked on the dust flying from behind the motorcycle wheels, shoved trembling hands through his hair, and smiled at the thought of tracking down a certain mystery woman named Vanessa. He loved a challenge and, whether she knew it or not, she'd just thrown out an irresistable dare.

From the back cover...

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Power...it's a heady drug.


Vanessa Warren is America's favorite rebel. Daughter and granddaughter of US Presidents and sister to a future one, her family connections and notoriety are seen as leverage for manipulating the White House—if she's captured.

One little lie leads to a whole lot of trouble.

Reclusive international resort developer, Dominic Varga, needs a date to ward off his matchmaking parents. When he persuades the notorious Vanessa Warren to play his girlfriend for the night, he has no idea he's stepped into the crosshairs of kidnappers who will do anything—destroy everything—to get to her.

One true thing...

Trapped in a rapidly escalating international terror plot, Dominic and Vanessa's lie becomes the only real thing in the midst of betrayals, conspiracies, and murder. As their world falls apart, they suddenly only have each other to rely on against ruthless people who will stop at nothing to achieve their goal. Who can they trust? Who is behind the plot—her own family, a political rival of her family's, or a terrorist organization? How far will the kidnappers go—what will they be willing to sacrifice—to control the power of the White House? Is there anywhere in the world where they can find safety?






Sunday, April 17, 2016

He Tasted Like Wine and All Things Deliciously Tempting #Romance #ScintillatingSunday

Excerpt of In Between, Book One of the Dancing Barefoot series and currently on sale for 99 cents (as an intro to the two-part series)...

She kissed him—hard—and silenced his words. Gentlemen were overrated. Senses overrun with wine, jetlag, and him, she fisted her hands in the material of his shirt to remain standing as her legs trembled with desire.

He slipped his hand behind her neck and deepened the kiss with his tongue while his other hand moved behind her waist to hold her as close as they could be without getting naked.

Her panties melted to her skin. She wanted to fuck him then and now. It didn't feel like they'd met only hours ago. Kissing him, holding him, being with him felt like the most natural thing in the world.

"I've been wanting to do that since you looked up from my lap," he muttered against her lips.

She laughed and opened her eyes. "Not my best moment."

"You got my attention." He smiled before kissing her again.

He tasted like wine and all things deliciously tempting. She teased her tongue against his, her hands moving over his shoulders with appreciation. She'd seen the muscles hidden beneath his shirt and wanted to sink her teeth into his skin.


When he muttered in French before sliding his mouth along her neck, she smiled against his hair. She didn't need to speak his language to know they were communicating perfectly.



From the back cover...

In between responsibilities and dreams...

Jessica Moriarty has always played by the rules, but for once in her life, she's doing exactly as she pleases. In between graduate school and 'real life', she's in Florence, Italy, indulging her love of art and abandoning inhibitions.

Meeting Jacques Sinclair rocks her off center. Whereas rules and living up to expectations have dictated her life, he is the opposite. A rebel. A photographer. A man who lives for the moment. He sweeps her up into a riveting romance that makes her question all she's ever believed to be true.

The drum of old commitments echo through her heart as time ticks away. Will the crush of 'real life' undermine the love she's found in between...?

***This is book one of the two-part Dancing Barefoot series. It is currently on sale for 99 cents as an introduction to the two-part series.***







Monday, April 11, 2016

Don't Ignore the Shy Girl #life


I remember the day in eighth grade when I decided I hated being shy. I didn't know how to stand up for myself and didn't understand certain jokes on the school bus. I'd blush terribly if a boy I liked talked to me and hated it when the popular girls directed a comment in my direction, which invariably made me the center of unwelcome attention. I hated the awkward feeling so much, that I decided that high school would be different, that I would do whatever it took to fake being more outgoing, to push myself out of my shell.

I succeeded. I tried out for cheerleading, started hiding my true desire to read and ride my horse, pretended to understand the jokes, and stifled the quiet side of myself for fear of being misunderstood. I wanted to do anything to stop being that shy girl because I'd spent my youth being told I needed to change, even if I really didn't understand why.

Faking it worked. The popular kids started asking me to join them. I made the cheerleading squad and actually enjoyed it. I still blushed around the boys, but I pushed through that as well with false bravado. Through it all, the shy girl inside of me feared being discovered and judged as faulty.

Just because the world is a stage, it doesn't mean that we need to perform for you. 

People like loud. Look at our culture today--the louder you are, the more people think you have something important to say. Scream it! Be obnoxious! Be rewarded with people saying, "he/she really says it like it is" or "he/she takes no bullshit." Shy--or introverted--people are viewed as weak or even stupid for simply being quiet or nonconfrontational. We'll be called "no fun" or have our motives questioned. Yes, society loves loud people.

Fast-forward to me as an adult and I'm the parent of a shy little girl. When she was in preschool, the teachers acted like she had a disease because she would hide her face behind my leg or not raise her hand to talk during the "sharing circle." That's when I started seeing the wrongness of the judgment. Shy is simply a personality type, not a personality flaw.

When it was me feeling the judgment, I forced my way through it. I drank too much in high school and college---good old liquid courage. I pretended not to be as smart as I was because the popular group hated nerdy quiet types. I forced myself to be out of my shell when I preferred being in it. I didn't understand how to balance it because I'd never been taught. I'd only been told that being shy was somehow a defect, a "thing to overcome."

Now that my own little girl was being discussed as having an issue simply because she preferred coloring alone or didn't jump on the table or scream with excitement over every small thing, I defended her shyness. I heard myself saying, "it's okay that she's shy, there's nothing wrong with it," much to the surprise of whoever had been criticizing. Even now that she's a college student, she has people ask her why she's quiet--and she'll be in class at the time!

I hated the awkward feeling so much, that I decided that high school would be different, that I would do whatever it took to fake being more outgoing, to push myself out of my shell.

As an adult, shyness can be judged as snobbiness or aloofness or outright bitchiness. I no longer fake being an extrovert--if I'm comfortable around you, you may think I'm the funniest, wildest person in the room because my guard will be down and I'll laugh and talk about anything and everything; however, if I'm not comfortable in your presence, I'll be reserved and quiet because that's my nature. And that's okay. Just like it's okay that my daughter doesn't chat up everyone in the room but lets loose around her true friends and family. Just because the world is a stage, it doesn't mean that we need to perform for you.

Here's the secret world of shy people: we see you ...and we hear you. We're hyper-aware of the world around us. We're observers. We want to know it's safe to be ourselves around you before we dive in with both feet. We're smart. We love deeply because we're careful about who we love. We're sensitive. We're kind.

As the saying goes, "still waters run deep." So it goes with shy people. We may not be shouting our opinions so loud that people need to cover their ears or cringe from the volume, but we have things to say if you stop long enough to ask with genuine respect and care enough to listen to our answers.

Peace to you.
Amber Lea Easton
http://www.amberleaeaston.com


Amber Lea Easton is a multi-published author of romantic thrillers, contemporary romance, women's fiction, and nonfiction. She also writes five different blogs, volunteers for children's literacy, and advocates for suicide awareness. In addition, she is a professional editor and mother of two extraordinary human beings. She currently lives in a small cabin high in the Rocky Mountains where she is completely aware of how lucky she is. To find out more about her books, please visit http://www.amberleaeaston.com


Sunday, April 10, 2016

She's the World's Most Wanted Woman #ScintillatingSunday #Romance

Excerpt from the new release, One True Thing, a romantic suspense novel that blends political scandal, international intrigue, and romance!


She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and simply hugged him close with the water falling over them like a downpour. "This is not my normal, Dominic, not anymore," she whispered. "Not too long ago, I lived in a rented chalet in France where I sculpted and ate dinner every night in the same restaurant with locals who joked with me about needing some romance in my life."
 
"Then what changed?"

She tipped her head back and squinted against the water. Here, locked in his arms, naked, completely isolated, she felt safe saying the one thing she couldn't shake, "What changed? My brother decided to campaign for president."

"You think this is related?" He frowned and framed her face between the palms of his hands. 

"Every time information is leaked about me...his poll numbers rise. Even an ocean away, I'm an asset. I think someone wants to use me as leverage." She held her breath, waiting for him to dismiss her as a narcissist who thought the world revolved around her. 

But he didn't. 

Concern flickered in the depths of his dark eyes as he pushed his hands through the wet strands of her hair and studied her face. "Leverage for what?"

"I don't know."

From the back cover...

Power...it's a heady drug.


Vanessa Warren is America's favorite rebel. Daughter and granddaughter of US Presidents and sister to a future one, her family connections and notoriety are seen as leverage for manipulating the White House—if she's captured.

One little lie leads to a whole lot of trouble.

Reclusive international resort developer, Dominic Varga, needs a date to ward off his matchmaking parents. When he persuades the notorious Vanessa Warren to play his girlfriend for the night, he has no idea he's stepped into the crosshairs of kidnappers who will do anything—destroy everything—to get to her.

One true thing...

Trapped in a rapidly escalating international terror plot, Dominic and Vanessa's lie becomes the only real thing in the midst of betrayals, conspiracies, and murder. As their world falls apart, they suddenly only have each other to rely on against ruthless people who will stop at nothing to achieve their goal. Who can they trust? Who is behind the plot—her own family, a political rival of her family's, or a terrorist organization? How far will the kidnappers go—what will they be willing to sacrifice—to control the power of the White House? Is there anywhere in the world where they can find safety?
 


 

Saturday, April 9, 2016

When it feels right, go with it #MySexySaturday #Romance

Excerpt of Dancing Barefoot--crosses genres between women's fiction and contemporary romance--a must read! 


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“Kiss me,” she whispered against his mouth.

“No."  His hands slid up her arms before cupping the back of her head. 

"I dare you."

"Never."

"I know you want to."

"I don't."

"Now who's the liar?" she asked, her teeth tugging at his lower lip. 


From the back cover....

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Naked photographs plastered on a book cover remind Jessica Moriarty that the past isn't as dead as she'd assumed. Her carefully constructed life as an architect on the fast track to partnership is threatened by a love she'd abandoned five years ago when responsibilities had trumped dreams.

World-renowned photographer, Jacques Sinclair, could have chosen anywhere in the world for his book signing and photography exhibit, but he'd come to Boston to shake things up. He wanted answers, but they aren't what he expected.

Reunions aren't always happy—sometimes they stir up unwanted pain and forgotten passion. As Jacques and Jessica stumble their way back to one another for a second chance at love, they're ensnared in a web of conspiracy, manipulation, and sabotage designed to keep them apart. Will they be able to break free of the ties that bind them to seize the love of a lifetime? Or will the pressure to conform rip them apart forever?

**This is the conclusion of the two-part Dancing Barefoot series and can be read as a stand-alone. However, to get the full impact of the love story, the author recommends reading book one, In Between, (permanently .99 on all sites).**