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AUTHOR AMBER LEA EASTON

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, or new beginnings and adventure in my fun contemporary romance novella ANONYMITY,
I'm a happy lady livin' the dream.
http://www.amberleaeaston.com

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Bella Italia! Sexy, intense, #romance IN BETWEEN blog exclusive #FreeRead Ch 10 #asmsg

A Blog Exclusive Novel
Copyright Amber Lea Easton 2014
"IN BETWEEN"…a love story
One chapter will publish every Sunday thru May, all chapter links are below
Previous chapters if you need to catch up: 
Jessica Moriarty has finally broken away from her responsible life for five months of indulging her passion for art in Florence, Italy. When she meets sexy photographer, Jacques Sinclair, every fantasy she'd ever had is surpassed by reality. Passion rules her. Passion to paint, to love, to live, to  soak up the moment.

Jacques is a real life wanderer, meant to roam the world with nothing but his cameras and his creativity. When he meets Jessica, he believes he has finally found his other half, a woman who knows what it's like to be truly free. 

Despite the passion they share, responsibilities pull Jessica toward reality. Does she have what it takes to live for love and art? Or will the need for security and stability pull them apart? 

A blog exclusive novel, "In Between" is a prequel to the contemporary romance/romantic suspense novel, "Dancing Barefoot," that releases in May 2014. That being said…the answer to the above question may not be as clear cut as you'd expect. 
CHAPTER TEN BEGINS HERE

Her lips on his skin first thing in the morning felt better than any dream he could imagine. He grinned, eyes closed, and felt her hair skim his face as her mouth sucked and teeth nipped along the outside of his neck. His erection tented the sheets, anxious for her hand on him. He didn't need to wait long. Her fingertips touched the length of him over the sheet and she whispered, "I love that you sleep naked."
Simone, not Jessica.
He bolted upright and pushed her hand away. Shocked and confused at the redhead leaning over him, he scooted back onto the pillow and gathered the sheet tightly in his fists. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Pleasuring you." Simone trailed a finger down the center of his chest, green eyes flashing with wickedness.
"Stop it." He pushed her hand away and scanned the empty apartment, which was bathed in the early light of dawn. "Where is Jessica?"
"She went for a run or something. I heard her in the hallway talking on the phone, then she thundered down the stairs, and onto the street. She is absurd." Simone shrugged, her gaze devouring his naked torso. "But she is gone...and we are here...why not keep doing what we were doing?"
"I was not doing anything but sleeping." He glanced around the floor for some clothes. The last thing he wanted was for Jessica to think this was more than a sleepy mistake. "I am still waiting for an explanation as to why you are in my apartment and in my bed, Simone."
She smiled and crawled on top of him before he could slip away. Hands on his shoulders, she leaned within a breath of his lips and said, "Because I always get what I want, cherie, and what I want is you."
They had been playing this game for years, but she still didn't understand that he liked doing the chasing.  Grabbing her wrists, he eased her to the side before pulling the sheet free of the mattress, wrapping it around his waist, and walking toward a discarded pair of jeans.
"Aren't you getting tired of your little playmate yet? She doesn't even know who you really are." Simone arranged her long bare legs in front of her on the bed, allowing the strap of her tank top to fall off her shoulder just enough to be provocative. "I do not understand you and Ava and your insistence on this hovel. This is a place for those who are just starting out...the wanderers, the dreamers, the—"
"It's the perfect place." He busied himself with pulling on his jeans beneath the sheet, hating that his morning had begun like this.
"For poor people." Simone huffed. "Why you and Ava like to act like you are less than you are, I will never understand. You are a sought after photographer. I know for a fact that you are in demand in London, New York, Paris, Milan...yet here you are in Florence playing with an American who---"
"I am not playing." He turned, sick of this topic being brought up again and again. He knew exactly who he was and what he wanted. Looking at Simone only reaffirmed what he didn't want. "Speaking of London, why don't you go there?"
"I promised Ava I would help her with her clothing experiment in Roma so I stay." She bit her lower lip, her gaze traveling to the unbuttoned waistband of his jeans. "She should be in Milan. I do not understand—"
"It sounds like you don't understand quite a bit, Simone." He turned his back on her and walked toward the windows. He needed Jessica, sooner rather than later. He missed waking up with her, feeling her body next to his, hearing her voice husky with sleep.
"She was arguing with that Marc person again," Simone said. "I heard her say his name several times before she rushed from the building. You realize she's going back to him, don't you? When all is said and done, you are only a fantasy for her that she doesn't have the courage to pursue."
"You don't know Jessica." He leaned out of the open window and glanced down the street. He knew her route for her morning run and anticipated seeing her turn the corner with her hair pulled back and her skin gleaming with sweat in the golden light of sunrise. The site never failed to send his heart into cardiac arrest.
"But I do know you." Simone's hands touched his bare shoulder before sliding down his back. Her breath caressed the back of his neck. "You will not be content to live in one place and go to company picnics, no matter how much you think you love her. Why can't you see that? What are you going to do in Boston? Work at a newspaper or take photos of children or weddings? What does an in-demand fashion photographer do in Boston, Jacques, besides die?"
He shook off her hands and twisted his head to look at her. Her world view had become severely slanted over the years. "You are so dramatic. Die? Really? Save your concern for yourself, Simone, and get out of my apartment now."
"Your apartment? Do you pay the rent here?" She turned her back, revealing the tight ass in a thong, and strutted toward the door. "If you won't listen to me, perhaps Jessica will."
"Stay away from her."
"Why? Are you afraid that I will scare her with the truth? She must be good in bed, I will give her that much credit." Simone hesitated at the door and looked at him over her shoulder. "The great Jacques Sinclair has clipped his wings just for her, how sweet."
"You are a world class bitch. When did you become so jaded?"
"I am a realist and you know I speak the truth." She motioned around the room with a sweep of her hand. "All of this is a lie."
"I love her," he said quietly, still getting used to the idea of speaking it out loud. "She loves me. The rest will work itself out."
"You and Ava are quite the pair of dreamers, aren't you? She with her clothes and you with your part-time artist. You are delusional with your fairytales."
"Jessica is not a fairytale."
"And you are no Prince Charming." Simone shrugged again before flipping a long strand of red hair over her shoulder. Her gaze once again skimmed over his lower abdomen toward his jeans. "I like knowing how big you are and how hard you get in the morning, Jacqeus. We will have our fun one day, I promise you that."
Revolted that he had allowed her to touch him, he pushed away from the windowsill and strode to her until she plastered her back against the door. He dragged his gaze over her long legs, lingered on the piece of white lace between her legs, looked at the thin material of the white tank top that clearly showed the outline of her nipples beneath, and then stared her in the eye. "If I am ever with you, then that will be a clear sign to the world that I lost all sense of decency and sanity. I will count on Ava and Carter to commit me to an institution."
"Me on the cover of a magazine equals a sell out." She tilted her head chin higher, green eyes flashing with a dare. "When are you going to tell your little playmate how powerful you really are? Who we all are? She thinks she is slumming with wannabes like her and she has no—"
"Oh, she knows damn well who you are. You enjoy coming and going at will and making sure we all know how glamorous your life is." He slid his thumb over her cheekbone, and enjoyed seeing her squirm. "Poor Simone, don't you get enough attention? Why do you keep coming back here if it is so beneath you? Ava and I like it. I am going to buy a house here one day...maybe with Jessica. You can come for cocktails on our patio if you play nice."
She slapped his hand away, arched her back so that her breasts skimmed his chest through the thin material of her shirt. "I can play nice, Jacques. Want to see how nice I can play?"
"Is that it? Am I the reason you keep coming back here?" He propped his hands against the wall over her head. "Let me give you some advice...stop. Stay in London or New York or wherever. Jessica and I are quite happy here."
The footsteps on the stairs echoed through the still silent building. He gulped down the sudden worry that Jessica would misunderstand Simone's presence. He stepped back and shoved his hands into the back pockets of his jeans.
The door rattled open and in stepped Jessica, hair tied back with both a multi-colored headscarf and a pony tail clip, but even with the elaborate set-up, wild curls clung to the sweat on her neck and back. She stopped short at the sight of them standing so close to the door.
"Hey, I didn't think you'd be up yet." Dressed in a sports bra, loose purple tank top, and tight running shorts that fell to just above her knee, she let her gaze drift over his bare chest before slipping toward Simone who didn't bother to move. She pulled her iPhone from where it had been strapped to her arm while the headphones dropped from her ears.
He had no idea how to explain what had woken him up. Frowning, he took another step back from Simone and struggled to think of an explanation. Not even close to being a morning person, his brain didn't function at full capacity until at least ten a.m. 
"You're back early." Simone smiled at the obvious discomfort she'd created. "Jacques and I had to discuss our relationship."
Jessica dropped her iPhone into its charger on the kitchen counter and smiled. "Oh, really? Must have been a short discussion since you don't have one."
God, he loved her. She hadn't even flinched at Simone's obvious manipulation.
Simone, however, also played to win. She walked to Jessica and grabbed her arm. "What are you trying to do? What do you want from him? Are you simply playing stupid and pretending not to know how wealthy he and Ava are? Is that it? Do you know how many jobs he has turned down to stay here and play house with you? Do you honestly believe he will go to Boston with you? Why would he?"
Jessica stepped back, obviously surprised by the attack. Blue eyes flashed with anger. "Get out of my apartment, put some clothes on, and maybe go eat something because you look like one of the homeless girls I serve every Thanksgiving at the shelter in my neighborhood."
Having had enough of the drama at dawn, he opened the door and stood in the entry until Simone made a step toward him. But before she exited, she looked at Jessica over her shoulder and sneered.
"I am not the only one who thinks this is doomed. Marc does, too, yes? Is that what you were whispering about in the hallway this morning?" Simone leaned forward and kissed him before he could react. "As for you, we will continue this conversation later when we have more time and privacy. She will be gone soon."
He dragged the back of his hand across his lips to remove the kiss and restrained himself from shoving her skinny ass into the hall. Avoiding Jessica's gaze, he locked the door behind Simone.
"This day is really starting off on a negative note." Jessica walked to the open window he'd vacated and leaned a palm against the windowsill. Light shimmered off the sweat on her skin. "What was she doing here?"
"She let herself in...woke me up." He cleared his throat and joined her at the window. "Ignore her."
"Ignore her," she repeated without making eye contact. "Why does everyone think our relationship is their business? We're two people having a good time..." she glanced at him then, "am I really holding you back?"
"No." He hadn't wanted those projects or he'd have taken them. Simple in his mind. He shrugged. "I am here with you, helping Ava, we are going to Roma tomorrow. I love you."
"I love you, too." She faced him and grinned. A stray curl had affixed itself against her cheekbone. "You know I've been doing some thinking about us."
"Have you?" He grinned back. He loved it when she looked mischievous and messy.
"What if I only return to Boston temporarily, to wrap things up, and then I can go with you wherever you want? What would that be like, do you think?" Voice barely above a whisper, she watched his reaction like a scientist watching an experiment unfold.
He could barely believe her words. Did she mean it? "This is a very strange morning, I'm not sure if I'm dreaming or—"
"Not dreaming." Her grin spread into a full smile. "What do you think? What would that be like for us? I've never done anything like this, you know, but I sold more paintings yesterday and that art studio on the corner asked for two on consignment. And I love you and you love me and I just feel like...like..."
"Yes?" He smiled at her burst of enthusiasm mixed with uncertainty. "What do you feel like?"
"Like this is the life I want to live, even if I need to deal with Simone every now and then." She reached for his waistband and tugged him close. "Could you give me time to go back and settle things?"
He framed her face between his palms and dropped his forehead against hers. "I will go with you, help you settle things, then we can go anywhere."
"Everywhere." Her hands gripped his wrists and she smiled against his chin. "I want to go everywhere with you."
"I must be dreaming."
"No dream."
He kissed her, joy and love overflowing in his heart. But even as her lips moved beneath his, doubt whispered that this was too good to be true. What had the argument been on the phone? Why the sudden devotion to him? His tongue flicked over hers, eyes wide open to each other. He pushed the doubt aside and embraced the joy. This moment felt significant, as if they'd crossed a line from affair to relationship, from temporary to lifetime.
* * *
Jessica left the small gallery on the corner of their block feeling like a genuine artist. Not a painter who hung out on the street or someone who had a hobby, but a genuine artist whose work hung in a real—albeit tiny—gallery on an obscure street in Florence, Italy.
Her art hung in a shop in Italy. Her feet barely touched the ground as she struggled to contain her excitement.
"You look happy."  Jacques squeezed her hand, his smile almost as wide as hers.
She waited until they'd turned the corner and were out of view of the gallery before leaping into his arms. "Oh, my God, I have artwork, real artwork on canvases, on display in a gallery in Italy, do you know how frick'n awesome that is?"
He spun her in a tight circle and laughed. "It is frick'n awesome, mia bella."
She couldn't stop laughing or touching him or smiling or anything less than dance on the street. All of her dreams were coming true. First a trip to Florence, then a sexy man who loved her, and now her artwork hanging next to other artists. No more hiding any of it. She'd never felt this free, had never experienced this kind of happiness.
"I wish Carter were here," she said once her feet touched the sidewalk again.
"I didn't expect you to say that." He laughed at her enthusiasm when she grabbed both of his hands and sashayed in a half-dance, half-skip backward.
"I feel like a party and doing something naughty."
"Why do we need Carter for that?"
"He would have the perfect idea."
"Oh, and I can't come up with a naughty idea?"
She loved that he looked offended and more than a little crushed at her insinuation that Carter was the idea man of the two.
"Well?" She dropped his hands and posed on the edge of fountain with her hands on her hips. "Do you dare me?"
"It is the middle of the day." He looked around at the busy street. "I have a better idea."
She kicked off her shoes and climbed to the edge of the narrow fountain, feeling wild and wicked and free. "Come on, caro, be bad with me."
"It is the day time." He shoved his hands through his hair and once again looked around.
"Carter would do it." She dunked one foot in and kicked water at him.
Wet, he shook his head once before rushing at her, picking her up, and tossing her into the water. Her bare feet slipped on coins that people had thrown in for wishes while she pushed herself up above the surface. Jacques smiled from the steps, his dimples flashing to perfection, blond hair falling across his forehead as he laughed. Cupping both of her hands together, she shoved as much in his direction as she could.
"You are such a brat." He grabbed her arms and hauled her out of the water and crushed her against his chest. "Would Carter do this?"
He ground his mouth against hers in a kiss that weakened her knees and left every inch of her vibrating with need for him. Hands wet, she gripped his hair and held him tight, uncaring about the people moving around them.
"I love you," she said against his lips.
"I love you, too." He resumed his kiss, obviously sharing her need and lack of concern over making a spectacle of themselves.
Nothing mattered more than this moment. Nothing at all. Today she was a woman in love whose artwork hung on display like a real artist.
The sound of the police whistle had them both breaking apart and running through the street toward their apartment.
"I forgot my shoes," she gasped.
"Do you really care?" He laughed and pulled her inside where they stumbled into a grumpy looking Luca.
"What are you two doing? Why are you wet?" The landlord asked, his perpetual cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. Abruptly, he put up his hands. "No. Do not tell me. The less I know the better."
Wanting to share her joy, she threw her arms around Luca and laughed when he sputtered about her being wet and crushing him. "Grumpy old man, I think I love you."
"I don't share." Jacques pulled her away, laughter rich in his voice.
"Crazy, the both of you," Luca said before stomping into his office and muttering about needing to change his shirt.
With Jacques laughing at her side, she stumbled up the stairs toward her apartment. She didn't need to write it down or shout it from the rooftops, every cell in her being affirmed that these were the best days of her life and she knew she would never forget one moment of them. And now, with everything falling into place, she felt like it truly was possible to live every day this way...being who she wanted to be with the man she wanted to experience it all.
"It's really happening," she whispered against his lips once they were inside the apartment. "Tell me this is real."
"It's real." He nipped her chin before peeling off her wet shirt and tossing it aside.
Still feeling like dancing, she shimmied away from him, arms moving in the air above her head, and pranced toward the bed. Enjoying his eyes on her, she swayed her hips, the wet skirt clinging to the shape of her thighs.
"Keep doing that." He grabbed a camera and started taking her picture. And she liked it.
So she danced with only the music in her heart providing the rhythm.
* * *
Chapter 11 posts April 27



Thursday, April 17, 2014

#Romance advice from Phantom Bigfoot--you gotta read this! #asmsg

Phantom Bigfoot & The Vampettes from Venus
By Simon Okill





Welcome to Big Beaver, home of Duane Dexter aka Phantom Bigfoot. Teen superhero, Duane, must get Sheriff Lou and Agent Virgil hitched on orders of the alien Elders. Simple enough! But not for Phantom Bigfoot and Guardian of the forest, who manages to screw things up just when he least expects it.

And when he least expects it, Duane is rendered helpless as a new menace invades Big Beaver in the shape of a punk band - The Vampettes from Venus. It soon transpires these Vampettes are not your ordinary gals from outa town. Duane and his close friend, MB, know space vampires when they see them.

So Phantom Bigfoot with his trusty sidekick, MB, fight these insidious vampires head on in a free-for-all, no-holds-barred struggle. Will Duane save the day yet again or will these sexy Vampettes drink Big Beaver dry?

#Teen Humour #Urban Fantasy #Teen Romance #Action/Adventure







Paranormal author Simon Okill lives in a South Wales coastal town with his wife where he is currently writing about the crazy adventures of Phantom Bigfoot and his tribe of Bigfoot Babes. Phantom Bigfoot & The Vampettes from Venus is book #2 of his YA adventure series, Phantom Bigfoot Series, to be followed by Phantom Bigfoot & The Haunted House. Book #1 is already out there - Phantom Bigfoot Strikes Again. Simon has also written two other books, all available on Amazon - Luna Sanguis and Luna Aeturnus, dark Gothic romance set in France 1925 as well as several screenplays.









Moments later Duane and MB tried the front door of the Bruger house. Of course it was locked. They hammered at the door.
Duane turned around sensing trouble and wished he hadn’t. Hovering a few feet above MB like a giant red bat was that raven-haired Vampette with the freaky hairdo, mouth open wide, tongue licking large fangs.
“I am Vampirella. I care not for neither of you fellas,” the Vampette sang her words like that punk rocker Sid Vicious, screeching out the syllables with a high-pitched hiss.
What did she mean she cared not for neither of them? His sixth sense told him she didn’t want their blood because they weren’t virgins. Did that mean they were safe from the Vampette’s fangs? Yeah it would seem so, Duane hoped.
“From somewhere within the deep, you cannot resist the need to sleep,” Vampirella screeched her song.
Duane cautioned himself to be wary. Her singing had made him feel a little hazy. The Vampette was obviously using some kind of insidious mind control on them with her lyrics.
The Vampette drifted towards Duane on her red cape wings and stopped less than a few inches from him, her fangs just a millimeter from his bare neck. Duane’s stomach gurgled with fear but strangely enough he didn’t feel like barfing. He stood his ground.
“Chosen by The Elders you have been. The Guardian of the forest I have seen,” Vampirella sang harshly.
“Go to hell!” Duane said, glancing at MB cowering behind him for protection.
“What does she mean by The Guardian of the forest?” MB asked as if those might be his last words.
Vampirella didn’t reply. She cocked her head then sang, “Vermillia … Venusa … Vixenella … come join me.”
The other three punk Vampettes floated down from the roof under their red cape wings and landed silently before Duane and MB.
“Beau is pure, Beau is sweet, he is our lure, he is our treat,” Vampirella and the other three Vampettes sang like demented sirens.
Duane and MB backed up to the front door and hammered to be let in, both shouting, “Let us in for fuck’s sake. Let us in!”





Learn how to cook - and I mean cook - not French fries and steak - any dufus can do that. There’s nothing that says you love your mate than cooking a romantic meal. Say Spinach Souffle for instance. Ha-ha! There’s always one wisenheimer who says, “Spinach Souffle for instance.” The reason I mention this meal is it is too delicious for words to describe, and not only that, but when those pesky bits of spinach stick to your mate’s teeth you can lick them off which leads to you-know-what. Now we come to dessert. Yoghurt. Any flavour will do and don’t eat it all as it comes in handy for after dessert you-know-what. Great fun to lick off your mate’s you-know-whatsits.


Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Sexxxxxxy cover reveal for September Again…LOVE IT! #romance #asmsg

It's release day and we're celebrating with this sexy cover reveal. I love it! 

About the book…
SEPTEMBER AGAIN
By
Hunter S. Jones
&
An Anonymous English Poet

According to Cherokee beliefs, opportunity will bless you twice.
September Again, second in the series, September Stories, is the follow up to the hugely popular indie sensation, September Ends. September Again finds Liz Snow Savage leaving England. She follows her daughter Zelda Savage back to America after Zelda’s betrayal of her. More drama ensues as Liz looks for meaning in life while Zelda finds her direction after the tragedy of losing Jack O. Savage, The Poet. Set mainly in Chattanooga, Tennessee, September Again chronicles the rhythm of life's cycles. The ebb and flow of love unravel the mystery of Liz's past. September Again allows a further glimpse into the intricate web of passion and desire which have entangled Liz Snow, Pete Hendrix and Jack O. Savage for years. Will a chance encounter finally reveal the truth?  What act will change the destiny of Liz and Zelda forever? The story of sin, salvation and redemption continues in Book 2 of the September Stories, told through a mosaic of prose with a smattering poetry.
Magic happens when you least expect it.

Don't miss out! Get your copy ASAP! 

Find out more about Ms. Jones here...

Monday, April 14, 2014

My Writing Process #BlogHop #Romance #ASMSG

My Writing Process

This particular blog hop is all about authors offering others a glimpse into their work, their work schedules, and perhaps their innermost thoughts. Some of us are quite opposite our real life personas.

Many thanks to the wonderfully talented Cynthianna Mathews who tagged me. She's a brilliant fantasy and contemporary romance author who writes stories with heart and humor! Thanks, Cynthianna! 
Q. What am I working on?
I'm finishing up edits for my next romantic suspense novel, Dancing Barefoot. Jessica Moriarty has it all--good friends, successful career as an architect, excellent apartment in a prime location--but it all feels hollow. Five years ago she abandoned the love of her life and her dreams of being an artist in order to follow the path expected of her. But the past has a way of sneaking up on a person when she leasts expects it. Jacques Sinclair is in town and she's presented with a second chance at love. Someone doesn't want that to happen, though, and will go to any lengths to stop her, including arson, conspiracy, and murder. Will she find the courage to break free of the past and, if so, will she survive to make the choice that's best for her? 
Q. How does my work differ from others of its genre?
I am not a cookie cutter romance novelist. Reviewers often say my work crosses genres, that the plot lines are smart as if torn from the headlines, and that my work is fueled with emotion. 
Q. Why do I write what I do?
I love being able to create worlds where I control the outcome. I love romance because I know that, no matter what hell my characters endure during the story, there will be a happy ending. It's the challenge of getting them there that really turns me on. How will they overcome these internal and external conflicts in a realistic way? Who are the secondary characters in their world and how do they impact the main characters? It's all riveting to me. I love writing romantic suspense as much as I love reading it. Knowing that I can make someone smile when they turn that last page makes the challenge worthwhile. 
Q. How does your writing process work?
I write. Period. I allow the first draft to flow out of me like a river breaking free of a dam. I don't censor it. I let it go. Then the work begins with revision after revision until I have sculpted it into the story I need it to be. The first draft is merely a skeleton, the revisions make it whole. 
Q. Who will we meet next week?
You will meet Dakota Skye, paranormal erotic romance author. What would you do if your lover returned as a ghost? Yeah, it's complicated. Sierra never thought she'd be in a love triangle with a ghost!  myBook.to/BlurredLines
You will also meet sexy Celine Chatillon! If you love hot historical romance, you'll love her.  http://www.extasybooks.com/blood-in-berlin
You'll also meet Tammy Dennings Maggy, author of sexy, edgy, dark erotica that will pushes boundaries. You won't want to miss The Surrender of Julia!