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
Tingle Thursday is a feature that does just that…sets those goosebumps in motion. Today's tingle worthy excerpt is from 'Dancing Barefoot'. Enjoy!
they entered her apartment, she secured the deadbolt and chain as well as the
bottom lock. Took her time. Lingered with her back to him while she prayed that
she wouldn't blow it this time, her being the Queen of Self Sabotage tended to
undermine her resolve.
hands dropped to her shoulders, breath skimmed the back of her neck before he
kissed her there. She pressed her forehead against the back of the door. More
than anything, she wanted his love back, wanted to feel that kind of passion
hands moved down her arms until they curved over her hands that were pressed
against the door.
never loved anyone like I've loved you...that scares me," he whispered
against her skin.
me, too." She turned within the circle of his arms and looked up at him.
"You asked me if I'd be all in this time around and I said yes. What about
you? Are you willing to accept me as is, here in Boston with all of my
not-so-polite baggage alive and well only an hour away? No more Simone...can
you do that?"
dropped his forehead against hers and squeezed his eyes closed without letting
her go. "I did some things that are unforgivable. Stupid things. Horrible
curved her palm over his jawline. "None of it matters to me."
will." When he opened his eyes, pain more intense than anything she'd ever
seen filled his gaze. "You'll hate me. "
"Tais-toi etembrasse-moi." Shut up and kiss me.
"I thought you hadn't learned French." He smiled.
"I only learned the important phrases."
"Baise-moi," he said.
"Fuck me," she repeated in French, her eyes widening at the
command. "Like I said, I learned all the important phrases."
kissed him, her body gravitating toward his as if by a magnetic pull. Sick of
confessions and regret, she poured all of her love into the kiss, hoping it
would break through his resistance and reach his heart.
matched her intensity. Tongues slid against one another. He lifted her up in
one scoop. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he carried her back to the
bedroom without breaking the kiss.
body throbbed with need. It felt like her heartbeat had dropped between her
legs, the pulsating sensation causing her to squirm against him.
dropped her against the bed.While he
pulled on her sweatshirt, she yanked at his T-shirt. They couldn't get naked
fast enough to quell the raging desire pumping through their blood. They
laughed against each other's mouths as their hands fumbled with zippers.
never felt this kind of passion and freedom with any other man.She wanted him in every way imaginable.
he tore his mouth away to nibble her neck, she curled her fingers in his
hair.His tongue flicked over her
nipples as his hands squeezed her ass and his thighs slipped between hers.
wanted to go slow this time," he whispered against her collarbone.
"Baise-moi," she answered with a grin.
"I love that you learned French for me."
"The important phrases, I know." He swirled his tongue over her
nipple with lazy indulgence, his breath hot on her skin.
slid her hands over the muscles of his shoulders and biceps, the touch of his
skin beneath her fingertips feeling familiar and foreign at the same time.She needed to taste him, indulge in having
him in her bed with the outside world locked out for now.She rolled him onto his back and pinned his
arms to the sides. For a minute, she simply absorbed the sight of him lying
beneath her, his hair falling over one eye, him smiling, dimples showing.
she slid her naked body against his before kissing his chest with slowness. His
hands were in her hair, gentle, as she kissed a path down his abdomen. Her
mouth found his erection. She needed to taste him, claim him as hers once
again. She ran her tongue over the tip of his penis. Teased. Tasted.
she heard him whispering in French, she knew she had driven him beyond the
point of no return. She took him fully in her mouth, hands moving over him,
staking out her territory. With every stroke of her tongue, she knew she
brought him closer to the brink.
off contact, she glanced up at his face now flushed with passion, eyes half
closed as he watched her. She rose up and sank onto him, needing him inside
her. Deep. She rested her hands on his hard abdomen, gaze locked with his as
she rocked against him, faster and faster. The orgasm started deep inside her
and shuttered through her body like an intense electrical shock.
fingers sank into her flesh as his body quaked with release.
sank against him, mouth finding his in a long, slow kiss that solidified their
union. Words ached to be said, whispered against his mouth, but she feared
she'd ruin the moment with a declaration he might not yet believe.
pushed back her hair with one hand while the other held her firmly against his
chest. "No condom, I'm sorry. I should have—"
don't." Looking away from him, she buried her face into his shoulder.She didn't want to think about reality yet,
not when the fantasy felt so damn good.She didn't want to think of him sharing his bed with Simone all these
years. Not yet and especially not now.
wrapped both arms around her shoulders and held her tight against him. Neither
said a word for a long time, just held each other in silence, limbs still
entangled together. All the raging emotions that had plagued her earlier poked
at the bubble of euphoria protecting them.
do I feel this is impossible?" he asked against the top of her head.
rose up on her elbows and studied his face. It would be easy to brush aside his
comments or feel hurt by them, but instead she felt an urge to shield
this—them—from anything that could bring them down.
not like you to say. You were always the champion of 'all things are
possible.'" She toyed with his hair that covered one of his eyes and grinned.
"All in, remember?"
embrace tightened around her waist. "I'm older and wiser..."
gotten more depressing over the years."
"I'm Belgian. We can be depressing at
times." With a lazy grin, he smoothed his hands over her bare back.
Jessica Moriarty appears to have it all—a
successful career as an architect, a loyal group of friends, a gorgeous
apartment, and an on-again-off-again affair with Boston's most eligible
bachelor. Behind this “perfect life” façade, Jessica hides the loss she feels
over giving up her dream career as an artist, copes with a destructive
relationship with her alcoholic mother, and struggles with heartbreak over a
Jacques Sinclair only needs his cameras, a
backpack, and a good pair of walking shoes. A world-renowned photographer, he
is a man without boundaries. Despite fame and fortune, he still yearns for the
woman who shattered his heart when she vanished from his life five years ago.
A chance meeting brings Jacques and Jessica
back together. Reunions aren't always planned or welcomed, but chemistry has a
way of revealing what is denied. Ensnared in a web of sabotage and
conspiracy—carefully constructed by people who want to control their
lives—Jacques and Jessica struggle to trust each other, break free from the
status quo, reclaim their love, and build a life of extraordinary possibility.
4 stars via Avid Reader
loved this story.
was refreshingly honest, brutally tragic, and at times lyrical in it's flow.
Their connection was so intense that as I read it, I was like this absolutely
cannot survive. Love this intense and in your face has a slow burn to it, and
will torch everything in i's path until it is stamped out...There was nothing
contrived about it. I felt like I was literally a fly on the wall and this was
happening in reality and not fiction land. I liked them both, probably one of
the best couples I have ever read."...read entire review http://goo.gl/R191Sa
stars via ChristophFischerBooks
emotions and insurmountable chemistry cause both of them to reassess the past,
their current lives and priorities. Easton shows the magnetic and hypnotic
effect of physical and emotional attraction very well and the gradual crumbling
of outer facades and deep inner resolve. This is a romantic fantasy written in
a convincing and heart warming manner and with enough complications thrown in
to make for a very entertaining and gripping read."...read entire review http://goo.gl/R191Sa
stars via Sglas, Amazon reader review:
intrigue, twists and turns! Dancing Barefoot has it all. Very hard to put down."
read entire review http://goo.gl/R191Sa
Link to the prequel, In Between: an
Italian love story, that is a permanent free read on the author blog (14
chapters total): http://goo.gl/T9XCOj
Mmm...first encounters. I love it when characters in both movies and novels meet for the first time. It sets the tone for what's to come. Sometimes there's snap, crackle, sizzle...or maybe there's that slow burn of borderline contempt that you just know is gonna be fun to watch. Today we're looking at the first meeting between a hot Navy Seal and a CIA agent…what could possibly go wrong? Maybe the fact that neither knows who the other works for? Hmm…let's see what happens.
Amalfi Affair (Navy
Seals of Valor 1)
On a cycling tour
through the Swiss Alps, CIA agent, Olivia Simpson, meets handsome Navy SEAL,
Darryl Jennings. Her lust shifts into overdrive for this man on leave from
missions he won’t discuss. A one night stands leads to a blissful week
traveling the Amalfi Coast. Because of their secretive careers, their love
affair is destined to end. Olivia immerses herself into her Intelligence work
with memories of Darryl never far from the surface. When she receives a
surprise phone call from him nine months later, she dashes off to meet him in
Italy. Too late, she realizes the call had been made by an imposter to lure her
into a trap.
decision to end his relationship with Olivia, he returns to his missions in
Afghanistan unable to shake her from his heart. Regret for letting her go gnaws
at him until he decides to search for her. After following numerous dead end
leads, he gives up on ever finding the elusive woman who stole his heart nine
months prior. When he’s called in for a mission to rescue a high-level
intelligence officer who’s been kidnapped, he realizes the woman in question is
his Olivia. Pressure mounts as he becomes embroiled in a mission where the fate
of his country and his true love falls on his shoulders.
Let's check out their first meeting...
A deep masculine voice broke
into her reverie. “May I buy you a drink? I saw you at the pool earlier. Not
only are you beautiful, but you look like you’d be fun to talk to.”
She bit back a smile as she
realized why Peter and Colin had disappeared.Those two are just too much. Olivia
turned to see the drool-worthy man standing so close she could reach out and
touch him. Wavy reddish-brown hair framed a chiseled face. Sexy dimples
accented his full lips. A white scar marred the tanned skin above one of his
thick eyebrows. His yellow-flecked emerald eyes were nothing short of
mesmerizing. He wore a worn Stanford University T-shirt and faded jeans that
hugged muscular thighs and an obviously more-than-adequate package. I can’t believe you just thought that.
Her voice caught in her throat and for a moment she forgot to breathe.
Despite the fact that his
attire contradicted the five star hotel dress code; every item he’d chosen to
wear suited him perfectly. A suit or a tie would have ruined his signature
look, which was breathtakingly masculine.
She realized she’d gawked
too long when he crossed his muscular arms over his chest.
“Oh, yes, of course, have a
seat.” Olivia waved a trembling hand in his direction.
“Thank you.” He extended his
hand toward her, initiating a handshake. “I’m Darryl Jennings.”
Remaining seated so she
wouldn’t look too eager, she fidgeted and reached for his hand. “Olivia
Simpson.” She hoped he didn’t detect the nervous tremor in her voice. His
fingers laced firmly through hers and he seemed in no hurry to let go. Warm
tingles raced up her arm. The sudden attraction astounded her, but then she
brushed it off as inevitable. Any woman
would go wild for him. The man was so hot; he could melt chocolate. Hell,
her hand felt like it was about to melt and drip onto the floor.
Mmm…sounds so good! I can't wait to read this! Author Bio:
Sabrina Devonshire, an avid
swimmer most of her life, can usually be found near or immersed in a body of
water. If she's not seeking an endorphin rush in a pool, lake or ocean, she's
often encouraging people to work out or writing a romantic suspense or magazine
She received a John Woods Scholarship and an Arizona Commission of the Arts
Professional Development Grant toward her participation in a 2007 Prague Summer
Program writing workshop. She also studied writing in Arizona and northern
California and has a M.S. degree from the University of Arizona.
Sabrina loves traveling to off-the-beaten-path places where phones and
electronic devices tend not to work well. Peru and Belize are two of her
favorites. Sabrina lives in southern Arizona with her husband, two children,
and fluffy dog, Sugar.
Anonymity--New year, new you! At least that's what Alyssa McNeil is hoping as she escapes to paradise! Anonymity is a contemporary romance packed with adventure that will make you gasp from excitement and passion while keeping you smiling all the way through to the last page. Start your new year in Belize!
Free Fall: a memoir
Memoir of surviving suicide, parenting through grief & trauma, seizing hope
Amber Lea Easton is a multi-published cross genre author of romantic suspense, action adventure, mystery thrillers. Her current releases cross all boundaries and appeal to a wide audience. If you love a clever plot, action that will leave you breathless, riveting characters and sexy love scenes, her books will appeal to you. "Smart is sexy," Easton says, which is why she focuses on smart heroines who always have a lot to lose yet find the courage to face their fears to overcome adversity. She's an avid reader of all genres or "whatever turns her on in the moment". Easton grew up in Hartford, South Dakota, where she spent her time daydreaming of big adventures over the horizon under a giant blue South Dakota sky. Now living in Colorado, she's an avid traveler who incorporates her real life travels into her novels as much as possible (minus the illegal activities her characters become immersed in--she swears). To her, setting is another character in the novel and often serves as an inspiration. Love is her motivation for all things--whether it be writing, traveling, playing with her dogs or hanging with her two teenagers--if it's not done with love, then what's the point?
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