Romantic suspense fiction is my thing, but the truth is that I love writing a diverse range of subjects. Whether I'm writing about love on the run in KISS ME SLOWLY, revenge and murder in RIPTIDE, wounded Marines and human trafficking in RECKLESS ENDANGERMENT, starting life over after suicide in my memoir FREE FALL, new beginnings and adventure in my fun contemporary romance ANONYMITY, escaping to Italy for a once-in-a-lifetime romance in my blog exclusive romance IN BETWEEN, or breaking free of the status quo to live a life of extraordinary possibility in my contemporary romance drama DANCING BAREFOOT
I'm a happy lady livin' the dream.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Tingle Thursday features 'Kiss Me Slowly' Mmm… #RomanticSuspense #BeachRead

Tingle Thursday is a feature that does just that…sets those goosebumps in motion. Today's tingle worthy excerpt is from 'Kiss Me Slowly'. Enjoy! 

He locked the door leading to the galley. The entire Dupont gang waited above deck, but he needed one more private moment with her.
“Jon, really, you came to me, remember?” she asked without turning around. “You came to me because you needed me to protect you. That’s what I’m doing.” She stood in front of an oversized porthole next to her bed and watched the water lap against the glass. “I just can’t go yet, okay? I need to see this through to the end.”
He cringed at her words. He feared the end would mean one or both of them ending up in jail or at the bottom of the ocean. “We could be going right back into danger, Grace.” He wrapped his arms around her from behind and rested his chin on the top of her head. “Jerry’s plan sounds better.”
“I’m not ready to say good-bye yet. We barely said hello.” She turned within the circle of his arms and pressed her hands against his shoulders. “Everything has happened so fast. I know I come off as stronger than I am. I talk a good game but…when it comes to you…I’m not so tough.”
 “I’ll never tell anyone you’re not the ruthless bitch you pretend to be.”
“I’m not sure how to take that.”
He pressed her against the window and kissed her. He breathed her in, absorbed every nuance, each taste, the feel of her breasts flattening against his chest, the stroke of her hands in his hair, every detail until he thought his knees would buckle.
His hands pushed her shorts down over hips as she shimmied to help free herself of the barrier between them. She fumbled with the zipper on his jeans.
“No time for slow.” Her hand stroked his penis and guided him into her. “This is the last time, sailor boy. We’re getting in too deep.”
“I like going deep.”
“Dangerous.” She licked his lips, eyes flashing with desire. “Definitely dangerous.”
Grabbing her wrists, he pinned her against the wall and plunged deep inside her. If this was truly the last time, then he wanted to savor the feel of her body enveloping his.  With every thrust, he went as deep as he could go.  He wanted her to feel him inside of her for days to come. He wanted her to close her eyes and remember what he had felt like between her thighs.  He wanted her to squirm with need as she sailed off to parts unknown.
Their mouths clung together, air catching between their lips as they gasped for breath in unison.  Eyes wide open, he savored the feeling of her mouth on his, the sensation of her hands clutching his ass, the movement of her body sliding against his.  
Her nails sank into his back.  Her ankle pressed into the back of his thigh. She bit his neck.  
“The last time,” she said against his ear.    
He squeezed his eyes closed.  The pain of her words competed with the ecstasy of her body merging with his.
 “For now maybe.  Not forever.”
“Stop lying to me.”  She grabbed the back of his head and ground her mouth against his.  She kissed him with a desperation that reverberated through their joined bodies. 
He tasted blood in his mouth.  He dropped her wrists and lifted her higher.  He needed to be closer. Maybe he needed to go deeper so he’d be the one who remembered what it had felt like to touch heaven. 
They came in unison with a surge of energy that he felt in every nerve in his body.  She sagged against him.  Her mouth moved silently against his neck. 
“I can’t set myself up for failure like this,” she whispered.
“You never fail, remember?” He buried his face into her hair.. “Six months.” He struggled to catch his breath. “Date. Fly. Sail. You promised.”
“I lied.”
“I know you did.”

Kiss Me Slowly’s book blurb

Trapped in a set-up that could have him in jail or dead by Monday, Jonathan Alexander trusts no one in his inner circle.  It’s Saturday.  His only hope is Grace Dupont, the best forensic accountant in Miami.  But there’s a glitch with that idea. She's also his ex-girlfriend who would rather watch him drown than throw him a life vest.  Going to her feels desperate...because he is. 
Grace enjoys seeing Jonathan squirm.  On your knees boy, she thinks as he pitches for her help.  Always a sucker for the dark-haired-blue-eyed boys, she risks her precariously balanced life of secrets to help him.  Helping him slaps a target on her back--she's the key to proving his innocence and that's a bad, bad thing.
Tangled up in whirlwind of conspiracy, murder, million dollar money trails and diamond smuggling, Jonathan and Grace flee to the sea to stall for time to prove his innocence.  Romance sizzles beneath Florida Keys’ sunshine.  Both scoff at happy endings.  Both doubt justice.  Both know each kiss could be their last.
Author Bio:
        Amber Lea Easton is a multi-published fiction and nonfiction author. For twenty years, she's worked in the fields of journalism and advertising with a brief detour into the financial industry.
        Although she holds a BA in Communications & Journalism, she is a perpetual student of life who enjoys taking classes on a wide variety of subjects when time allows.  Smart is sexy, according to Easton, which is why she writes about strong female characters who have their flaws and challenges, but who ultimately persevere.
      Easton currently lives with her two teenagers in the Colorado Rocky Mountains where she gives thanks daily for the gorgeous view outside her window. She finds inspiration from traveling, the people she meets, nature and lifes twists and turns. At the end of the day, as long as she's writing, she considers herself to be simply "a lucky lady liv'n the dream." 

Kiss Me Slowly is available in both paperback and all ebook formats from  Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Bookstrand

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Saturday, July 19, 2014

Meet the Seductive Nicole Morgan #MileHighMuses #Romance

Mile High Muses kicks off on July 20 with a month-long giveaway for a chance to win a kindle! As we head toward the launch date, meet one of the most seductive Muses herself, Nicole Morgan. 

Tell us Nicole...what is your personal muse? 

My personal muse is my fiance, Zac, who inspires me with his unconditional love and motivation. He is my true love.

More about Nicole...
Nicole Morgan is an author of erotic romance novels, which more often than not have a suspenseful back story. Erotic romance mixed with good old-fashioned whodunit. While she's written everything from contemporary to paranormal her leading men will more than likely be wearing a uniform of some kind. From military to police officers, she has a love for writing about those who protect and serve. From her very first novel (which turned into a four book series) about Navy SEALs to her more recent releases you will be sure to find a few twists and turns you were not expecting.

She also has a recurring monthly column in Book & Trailer Showcase's eMagazine, is a proud member of the Romance Books 4 Us Gold Authors, as well as Sweet and Sexy Divas and Sexy Scribbles. In addition, Nicole is one third of the scintillating trio, Mile High Muses and is the twitter coordinator for Marketing for Romance Writers.   

Find out more about Nicole and her books by visiting her websiteblogGoogle + PageTwitterFacebook and her Yahoo Group, Nicole’s Think Tank.

ADULT  Teaser
Sweet Redemption [Sweet Awakenings Book 1]
Retro Release Special Discount: This title is offered at a 50% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, July 21st.
He was turned in his seat, watching her.  His eyes were blazing with desire. The look in them was so alluring and seductive it overwhelmed her.
“Jesus, you’re beautiful. Look at you lying there naked against my creamy leather seats. You look like a virgin offering herself up for the first time. All ripe and ready to be plucked, all mine for the taking. Spread your legs for me, baby,” he said, coaxing her.
His voice sounded deep and sensual. She did as he asked, although she wasn’t sure why. He leaned over into the backseat and somehow managed to wedge himself on the floor in front of her. She thought she knew what was coming next as he brought his head close to her pussy, but she couldn’t believe it.
Was this really happening? He began to blow gently on her pussy, sending shivers through her entire body. She had begged Brent to do this. It had been years since anyone had done this to her. 
Before she could finish her thoughts, she felt the warm glide of his tongue slide up and in between the slick folds surrounding her entrance. She flinched, he held her thighs, spreading them further apart, and with firm hands, he began to massage them. Without saying a word and just by his actions, he was ordering her to relax and to take it. She looked at him. He was beautiful.
He looked so masculine, so delicious. She wondered what he would taste like if she took him into her mouth and gently sucked on his hard shaft.
Nicole’s current titles:
Sweet Awakenings Series (Navy SEALs Series)

Intimate Temptations Series
The Paladins Series

Incessant Passions Series

Stand Alone Titles

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Intro to The Vamp from Mile High Muses #romance #MileHighMuses

Mile High Muses launches with a big kickoff that includes a Kindle giveaway on Sunday, July 20. To introduce us to the Muses, we're starting with "The Vamp" herself, Maya DeLeina! 

    Welcome, Maya! I know you're "The Vamp" from the Mile High Muses, so please tell us what or who is your personal Muse? 

Ambient music is my muse.
The instrumental music styling enhances a mood or atmosphere. But for me, the music also sparks creation, birthing images of landscapes and destinations that may or may not even exist.

Want to hear what I see? Try my stations at Pandora:

More about Maya, The Vamp from Mile High Muses…

Maya DeLeina is a multi-published Erotic Vampire Romance Author with Siren,  Evernight and Ellora's Cave Publishing.

 Her current series includes Ambrose Heights Vampires, My Naughty Vampire and Vampire Architects.

Born and raised on the Hawaiian island of Oahu, Maya could be seen at her favorite beach, Lanikai, performing with an all-girl band where she played keyboards, guitar and provided vocals, working as editor in her high school's yearbook  and volunteering her time at a humane society through UH of Manoa civic groups.

In 2006, Maya relocated to Colorado. Her crystal blue oceans, waterfalls and eighty degree year-round weather were traded for four season weather, enchanting forests and majestic mountains which led to her rekindled love for vampires.

In winter of 2010, she began penning her first manuscript and by 2011, Flesh Fantasy was under contract and released by Siren Publishing. To date, Maya has published four novels- Flesh Fantasy, Veil of Seduction, Blood of Luna and Dark Companion, with another novel and a novella anticipated for release in September and December of 2014.

In 2014, she banded with other Colorado romance authors to form the group, Mile High Muses, in which Maya serves as "The Vamp". Catch her Forbidden Fruit Friday blog and guests she hosts on Sultry Saturdays. 

Not only does Maya have theatrical book trailers that bring her vampires to life, all of her vampires were featured in Singer/Songwriter Jill Cohn's music video "Blessing Moon".

A taste of what Maya writes...
Story Excerpt:
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Copyright © MAYA DELEINA, 2014
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

“I’ve been waiting for your call.” A seductive male voice answered on the first ring.
“I-I’m sorry. You were waiting for a call?”
“That I was.”
“Sorry. I-I didn’t mean to interrupt you. You must be busy. I’ll call back.”
“But it was your call I was waiting for.”
Isla was silent, but her mind was racing with confusion and a tinge of irritation. There was no customary and simple “hello”. Making the call hadn’t been the easiest thing to do. In fact, she’d made herself sick to her stomach just rehearsing it in her mind. And considering how this conversation was beginning, she felt more than just unprepared. She felt inept.
Looking down at the card, she remained silent. Trying to decide on either hanging up or continuing the conversation, she traced a red-polished finger over the solitary letter that was prominently displayed.
“Let’s make this simple, shall we?” she stated with authority.
“All right.”
“You and I both know what I’m calling for.”
“Well, I-I’m new to this.”
“I know. Just ask me anything you want.”
“How much?”
He chuckled.
“What? You said ask anything.”
“My services are no charge.”
“No charge?”
“I’m very selective of my clientele. I have to ensure privacy and tact. What I do isn’t exactly legal.”
“How do I know you’re not a cop?”
“Well, for starters, you’re not paying me so there’s no legal issue to toil.”
“First-timers are my preference. The anticipation, the suspense, the overwhelming feeling of taboo—it all intensifies the experience. That’s why there’s no fee for the first visit. Pleasure is all I want us to focus on.”
“Then how do you make your money?”
“Repeat business.”
“That’s an interesting business tactic.”
“I have a great product.”
Isla cleared her throat, finding his witty comment both calming and stimulating.
“I’m also very choosy about clients because they have to be of a certain caliber. I don’t advertise. I don’t entertain referrals. I offer my services to those I come across, whom I believe want my services and meet the level of sophistication I require.”
“Wait—you’ve seen me?”
“The waiter at Spice is also my employee. When he overheard your conversation, he evaluated you as I’ve trained him to do, and then he gave you my card.”
“I-I wasn’t even serious. It’s just a silly fantasy I was blurting out and I was a little drunk. You know, it was just talk.”
“If it was just talk, why’d you call?”
Isla was silent. His question robbed her words.
“May I ask what you were celebrating?” he asked, breaking the silence.
“My birthday.”
“Happy belated birthday.”
“I’m forty. How old are you?”
“Do you know that a woman’s body at forty is amazing?”
“Well, that was a question I certainly wasn’t expecting.”
“I’m trying to explain why I’m calling.”
“No need to explain. But to answer your question, yes, I know. Your sexual awareness is at its peak. As a young woman, you had the tools, but didn’t know the craft. You needed time for your mind and body to ripen to their full sweetness. And with that time, you’ve learned to master your tools.”
“Sounds like you have an affinity for older women.”
“From a professional standpoint, a mature-minded, established and classy woman is what I seek. From a personal standpoint, older women have always been my preferred taste.”
“I see.”
“I believe I trained my staff well. I think we may be exactly what we’ve both been looking for.”
“For me…sex is life. My body needs it. I-I can’t deny that. But I can’t just pick up random guys at a bar, you know?”
“I know.”
“I can’t engage in anything physical with men I’ve had a relationship with in the past or men who I’m friends with. That complicates things.”
“I see.”
“And I can’t keep putting myself through dating. I-I’m no good at it.”
“You don’t have to justify anything to me. What this is, what we’re discussing…only a handful of people would dare experience. Suffice to say I recognize your appetite and it suits me well.”
“There are others like me though, right?”
“There are others, yes. And we do things discriminately and safely. Again, pleasure is the only concern.”
“So, for your repeat business, what’s the cost?”
“It’s a hefty sum to cover my expenses.”
“Are you talking hundreds?”
“Try thousands.”
Isla sucked the air into her lungs hard and fast.
This was some serious money.
Suddenly, panic engulfed her like a tidal wave. The realization of what she was considering, how close she was to delving into this forbidden fantasy, sunk in. She wasn’t engaging in conversation about sex with a perspective date—this man was an escort . This was wrong. This was illegal. Sure, not a single soul would know about what she’d done, but she would know. Forever.
But then, another thought came rolling in and quickly turned the tide.
That kind of money could only mean he was worth every penny.
A delicious ache throbbed between her legs at the thought and banished all of her reservations. “So, how do we go about scheduling something like this?”
“Would you like me to be there now?”
“At my home?”
“Actually, I would feel more comfortable at a hotel. I’m thinking high-class, nothing sleazy.”
“I’ll make the arrangements. Would you like me to send a car to pick you up?”
“Is that typically how this works?”
“It’s whatever you want. So, shall I send a driver? Say, in two hours?”
“Two hours?” She looked at the clock with uncertainty. It was six p.m. on a Friday night and she had absolutely no plans, yet her mind instinctively tried to fabricate a reason why tonight wasn’t a good choice.
Isla closed her eyes for a brief second and calmed herself. When would this opportunity ever present itself again? She’d never look up this type of service of her own accord. This was her chance. If she was really going to go through with this, she needed to make the decision now.
“Yes. That sounds good.”
“What address should I provide to the driver?”
“Wait. I-I want to know what the W stands for first.”
“W?” He paused. “W is the want you have stirring in your body for this experience. W is the wild adventure you’re about to take with me. W is the wailing sounds you’ll make as my hands take control of your body. W is for the warmth I will fill your body with tonight.”
“Wow!” Isla sighed, drawing out her response.
“Now there’s another W I didn’t think about.”
Isla remained silent in reflection of the imagery his response painted.
“But most importantly, W is for Warwick,” he continued.
“Yes. Warwick. I’ll see you soon.”

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