Wednesday, November 23, 2016

A Cowboy to Love for the Holidays #Thanksgiving #Romance

When it comes to the holidays, I always get a bit nostalgic. I grew up in South Dakota with a lot of cousins always around. We'd have huge holiday gatherings, usually involving snowmobiling through fields or sledding or playing cards all day long.

I always wanted the same type of experience for my own kids, but I married a man who was an only child. We live a thousand miles from my family of origin and my kids have never had cousins. Now as widow whose kids are college-aged, I realize that we still had fun in our own way, made our own traditions as a small unit, and don't regret any of it.

Families come in all sizes and situations. What matters is the love--not the feast, not the amount of money available for activities or travel, not the size of the house or the amount of guests. It's simply about love.

Always grateful for the love....

I hope you all have a great holiday season as we wrap up 2016.

Here's the back cover copy and an excerpt of one of my holiday romances, WhiteOut, about a skiing cowboy, the mysterious woman next door, and risking everything for love and freedom. 

She's been erased.

As a protected witness, Brandi Simms has given up everything that made her unique to start over in Steamboat Springs, Colorado. Blending into the background isn't easy, but it's vital for survival. When her handsome yet incorrigible neighbor—former Olympic skier turned cowboy—decides her aloof attitude is a challenge rather than a deterrent, she knows the only right thing to do is resist.

The secrets she hides are deadly.

Ryan Landry isn't accustomed to rejection. Three-time Olympic Gold Medalist, he's the local hero who came home to run a ranch and be near his family. The mysterious neighbor who seems content to hang out with dogs rather than humans haunts his fantasies and ignites that competitive drive that led him to the world stage.

He's not one to give up.

When her dangerous past catches up to Brandi, Ryan is determined to break through her secrets to find the truth no matter what the cost. Trapped in a whiteout blizzard with unseen threats lurking in the snow, will they get a chance to create a new beginning or will Brandi's past be the death of them?


An excerpt...

Fog hovered over the river and clung to the staggered pools of hot springs lining the mountainside. Snow-covered banks were lined with giant boulders and spruce trees. The après ski crowd filled the pools of natural spring water, their laughter and low voices carrying across stone paths shrouded with steam from the cold air colliding with heat of the water. Ryan had already settled into one of the upper, more private pools with her flask tucked near him beneath the towels.

Lyle would hate that she was exposing so much of herself—because of the tattoos she'd refused to laser off—but, at the moment, she didn't care for rules or limitations.


Shivering with the bite of the cool air and thankful for the dim light of twilight that stretched across the sky, she shuffled barefoot over the stone steps and slid into the soaking pool. Hot water eased her weary bones, steam slid across her face, and reckless energy snapped through her veins. It had literally been years since she'd spent time alone like this with a man who wasn't carrying a badge of some type. An untamed beat hammered in her heart, reminding her of what it felt like to be free.

Sighing, she closed her eyes, floated her legs in front of her, stretched her arms across the wall at her back, and slid her foot against Ryan's thigh. She liked the way his hard body felt against hers.

"You've got tattoos, I see." He cleared his throat and shifted away from the contact. "Is that a shark? It's a beautiful blue...nice craftsmanship with the flowers."

"The shark is the sign of the warrior for some Pacific Island tribes," she answered without opening her eyes.

"You confuse the hell out of me."


Smiling, she opened her eyes, lifted her foot from the water, and held it close to his face. "Stardust."

He shook his head, grabbed her heel, and looked at the gold stars tattooed on her foot. He met her gaze without releasing her foot and smiled. "Careful, Brandi...you're flirting with someone who isn't afraid to go for it."

She pulled her foot free and narrowed her gaze. "Know what I want to do?"

"Me?" He grabbed the flask, opened it, and took a long sip without breaking eye contact.

She pushed away from her side of the pool, waded toward him, staying submerged up to her chin in warmth, used her hands to push his thighs apart, and slipped between them. If he wanted to have his mind blown, she could do that.

Without looking away from his gaze, she took the flask from his fingers and took a long sip without flinching. His focus dropped to the curve of her breasts that floated above the surface and pressed against his chest.

"And here I thought you were shy." He dropped his hands to her hips and grinned.

"Why? Because I didn't drop to my knees the first time you said hello?" She slid a wet finger down this face, lingered over his mouth.

"I've enjoyed my fair share of après ski soaks," his fingers trailed up her spine before untying the strings of her bikini, "but this isn't a hook-up. I want more than one night with you."

"Why?" She tilted her head to the side so she could see his eyes more clearly in the twilight and steam.

"Because it's taken me months to get to this point and I'm not going back to square one." He rubbed his knuckles along the shark tattoo on her left ribcage. "I like you and your special brand of crazy."

Her smiled faded. He liked her in a way that no one had in a very long time. Fame had found her at sixteen and she'd spent half her life in a glittery bubble filled with beautiful people saying all the right things to feed her ego. But this—being here with Ryan in the half-light with moisture beading their faces and large snow flakes falling against solar lights while his fingers caressed her skin and his eyes looked into hers—this felt like a dream.

"I had you all wrong, Ryan." She didn't move when her bikini top floated up, connected only by the strings around her neck while his hands covered her breasts. He looked at her with a dare in his eyes.

"Yeah? I thought you checked me out on the internet and knew all about my bad boy ways?" His smile turned wicked in an instant. "All you need to do is tell me to back off—something I know you're not afraid to do—and I will."

"You're a choir boy compared to my old crowd." She liked teasing him, but the reality is they probably missed each other at a few of the same parties back in their glory days. They'd both lived fast and hard, wearing their notoriety with ease.

"I'm older now," he kissed her chin, "tamer."

"How disappointing." She held his face between the palms of her hands and kissed him with a slow intensity that had him moaning into the deep recesses of her mouth.

He squeezed her breast with one hand while the other moved to her ass. His legs wrapped around the back of hers, pulling her closer. Water sloshed between their bodies, fog wrapped them in privacy.

She curled one arm around his neck while sliding her other hand down his chest. Their mouths clung to each other while their hands explored. Animalistic need pulsated through her veins. It had been so long since she'd been touched...or done any touching.

His thumb moved over her nipple. He dragged his mouth from hers and kissed her neck.

She reached between their bodies and found his erection. "Damn, you're full of surprises."

"You like?" He sucked on her bottom lip.

"Oh, yeah, I like a lot."  She ground her hips against his hard-on while her fingers teased the tip.

"We're going to get arrested." He smiled, not looking too worried.

"I've got connections you don't know about...I'm sure they'll bail us out." She laughed at the audacity of the moment, trapped in their little world of steam, snow, and spring water. 

He put both of his hands on her breasts, lifted them high in the water, and dipped his head to the curve of her neck. He lightly bit her shoulder while she rubbed herself against his erection. His ankles linked behind her knees, holding her in a tight circle.

Their mouths met in a kiss that melted her bones. She wrapped both arms around his neck and held still, knowing that they were dangerously close to crossing a line.

He gasped against her mouth, hands flat against her back, and eyes open. "You taste like whiskey and feel like heaven."

"Such a poet." She grinned, chest heaving against him while she struggled to regain control of her libido.

"Such a smartass." He nipped her chin.

Sounds of the river bubbled inches away from their heads. They kissed—slowly—eyes wide open.

An abrupt sound of music slashed through the quiet. The après ski crowd laughed somewhere further down in the mist.

Her song, her music.

"Laurel..." a man's voice from somewhere in the mist called. "Laurel!"

She broke away from him and twisted in the water looking for the source. Heartbeat slammed in her throat.

The music grew louder.

She bit her lip and sunk to her chin. Having a panic attack could get her killed, how many times had she been coached about how to act?

"What's the matter?" Ryan asked.

"That song..." She shook her head when it turned off as abruptly as it had begun.

"What song?" He pulled her back against him.

She stared at the swirling mist that competed with the flurries wafting down through the darkness. Night encroached fast this time of year. It wasn't even five o'clock, yet the twilight glow had become black sky. Solar lights around the property showed an increasing amount of people in the lower pools, all half-hidden in shadow.

"Didn't you hear that song?" she whispered against his ear. "Or hear that voice?"

"I was a little preoccupied." He retied the strings of her bikini and adjusted the fabric over her breasts. "Do you have a thing against music?"

"It startled me." Damn it, for a rebel I'm acting like a scared little mouse.

"Maybe we should eat. It's getting crowded and I did promise you a decent meal. I believe you gave me a curfew, too, so I had better keep the evening rolling." He shifted his weight so that her butt sat on the low bench in the water, grabbed her knees to open her legs, and slipped his body between her thighs. Hands pressed against the stones above her shoulders, he grinned before kissing her again.

"We could stay here...I don't mind."

"If we stay here," he whispered against her ear, "we're going to have sex, which would be good, I have no doubt, but I'm trying very hard to be a gentleman."

"Did I say I wanted a gentleman?"

"You're one dangerous woman, aren't you, Brandi Simms?" He nibbled her ear before sliding free of her grasp and fading into the steam. "We're going to move on to phase two of our date...after that, anything goes."

"Anything?"

               "Ask and you shall receive." He stepped from the pool, his silhouette illuminated by the solar lights, giving her enough of a glimpse of the wet swim trunks molding his hard ass and long thighs to make her moan with longing. She wanted nothing more than to peel those trunks off of him with her teeth and let the night play out like a scene from a porn film


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Sunday, November 20, 2016

Grateful for #Romance this Thanksgiving! Join the blog hop!

Are you a romance or erotic romance author? Join our Thanksgiving blog hop where readers can escape all their worries for awhile by snuggling up with a good book over the holidays. 

Deadline to sign up is midnight on the 23rd so don't delay! Hop runs from the 24th and all weekend long. We'll be cross promoting each other with the hashtags #Thanksgiving #Romance. All posts need to be live by 6AM Thursday the 24th. 


Let's celebrate gratitude and romance this Thanksgiving. Here's what to do:

  1. Share a brief post about what you're grateful for or share a traditional holiday recipe--whatever you choose. 
  2. After that, include a brief excerpt of one of your holiday novels as well as buy links. 
  3. Copy the picture above and post on the top of your post to keep the hop uniform. Just click on it and drag it to your computer. 
  4. Look below and click where it says "get the code here." Copy/paste the linky code and add to the bottom of the HTML on your blog post. 
  5. Add the hashtags #Thanksgiving #Romance to your blog post title and on all tweets so we can effectively cross-promote each other.
  6. If your blog doesn't accept the linky code, please reroute readers back to this specific page http://amberleaeaston.blogspot.com/2016/11/grateful-for-romance-this-thanksgiving.html




Thursday, November 17, 2016

Fun Begins on the Other Side of the Line #ParanormalRomance #MustRead



What's more romantic than a ghostly mariner haunting the Irish shore, protecting those he loves...when he meets a human woman who can not only see him, but feel him and talk to him for the first time in a century? The Mariner is just one story in the delectable erotic paranormal romance short story collection, Daydreams. Lose yourself in magical and sensual fantasies. Below is an adult content excerpt of the very romantic and fun collection by Dakota Skye. 



Excerpt of The Mariner, first story in Daydreams, adult content...
She stumbled over a rock along the side of the road and righted herself before swaying back onto the path leading to her cottage.

"You took my advice, I see."

Fin stood several feet away, his face hidden in shadow. Again, his jacket collar had been turned up and the scarf billowed around his shoulders with the steady wind coming inland from the ocean.

"Why weren't you there?" she asked, hating to admit she'd secretly hoped to see him again.

He held his hand out to her when she stepped within touching distance. "Can I walk you back to the cottage? I think you're a little drunk."

With her recent history, she surprised herself by curling her fingers into his. A wave of peace washed over her at his touch, a feeling so profound that even the blood flowing through her veins warmed.

"Who are you?" she whispered, certain that he was more than some guy who took a lot of walks. "I mean—"

"I know what you mean. I don't want to answer."

"Shockingly honest." She fell into step next to him, their legs in sync, and her fingers snugly tangled with his.

He shook his head. "Selfish, actually."

"Walking me home is selfish?"

"Have you always been able to hear ghosts?" he asked.

His question stopped her in her tracks.

"How do you know that?"

"You told Mary...I overheard you."

"Did I? I don't remember saying anything. You were there? How did you overhear me?"

"You ask a lot of questions rather than answering one."

She tilted her head to the side and laughed at his observation. "I've heard ghosts as long as I can remember. I learned long ago, though, that it was best not to admit such things or risk being called crazy." Her voice trailed off at the realization of how many ghosts had called to her in the past year that she'd forced away—had they been trying to warn her about Trevor? Had she been so disconnected from herself that she had turned a blind eye?

The laughter faded with memories of her ex. How could he have been such a vile monster and she hadn't had a clue? Again, she wondered if that stain would forever taint her life. Guilt for ignoring her intuition, for disregarding her friends' concerns, for standing up for him while he'd lied to her with every breath he took.

She stopped walking, released Fin's hand, and pressed her palms over her eyes.

What am I doing here? Why am I not back there fighting to get my life back, standing up for my reputation, holding my head high?

Because fighting had become so damn exhausting.

Fin pulled her hands away from her face and waited until she met his gaze before speaking, "You're too beautiful to be sad."

"You said that this morning," she whispered.

"You need to hear it again and again..."

"You don't know me."

"Does that matter?"

He bent his head, hesitated a fraction from her lips, and looked her in the eye. Energy zapped between the space separating them like its own tiny electrical storm. The red scarf flapped around his neck and over her shoulder in the ever-increasing wind blowing inland from the Atlantic.

"I shouldn't kiss you. It crosses a line," he muttered.

"Fun begins on the other side of the line."

He smiled. "Sounds like something I would have said once."

"I'm saying it now." She snagged the scarf in her fists, and smashed her lips against his. To hell with it all, the desire she felt for him trashed all common sense and hesitation. Energy from the contact jolted through her body like one helluva prelude to an orgasm.

He crushed her against him and lifted her until only her toes dragged along the path toward the cottage. The howling wind, the smell of salt in the air, the flapping of the scarf against their faces—all disappeared in the heat consuming her body.


Fin pushed open the door to the cottage without taking his mouth from hers. In a frenzy of hands colliding with each other as fingers removed layers of clothing, they stumbled against a chair and landed in a tangle of limbs on the floor. He broke the kiss only long enough to pull his sweater over his head and looked her in the eye.

Afraid that words would destroy the spell, she bit her lip and squirmed free of her clothes without comment until only the flimsy lace of her panties and bra stopped them from being skin-on-skin.

He traced a long, calloused finger along her chin before smiling slowly, the scar on his lip and the fall of his black hair over his dark eyes making him look doubly dangerous in the glow of the firelight.

She slid her hands over his chest and felt the raised skin of scars crisscrossing his skin. Fascinated by the shivers of electricity that shimmied through her blood at the slightest caress, she ached for more...and more...and more.

He nibbled her neck before his hands squeezed her breast through the lace. His hard cock pressed against her thigh as his thumb teased the raised nipple that threatened to poke through the thin material. With a growl low in his throat, he reached down and ripped the bra in two before capturing her breast with his mouth. He sucked, licked, and squeezed until she whimpered for mercy.

She sank her fingernails into his shoulders and slid her feet over the backs of his legs, aching for him to be inside of her. The more desperate she became for satisfaction, the more he slowed his movements—as if torturing her were part of his plan.

He left one breast and moved to the other with a slow deliberation that had her writhing against him.

Frustrated, she slapped the floor with a closed fist and lifted her head to watch as he moved his lips along her abdomen. Still afraid to speak for reasons she didn't understand, she bit her lip so hard that she tasted blood on her tongue.

He glanced up long enough to grin at her before ripping her panties off her body and tossing them toward the fireplace. With a gleam in his chocolate-colored eyes, he pushed her legs wide apart. He slipped his fingers inside her, the same electric current that had been rippling over her skin now surged inside of her.

She gasped and dropped her head back against the wood floor. The fire snapped less than a foot away from her head, its embers floating up the chimney, the only light in the room flickered with the movement of flames. She closed her eyes as one jolt of energy after another coursed through her body with the force of a tsunami until she screamed with an orgasm like she'd never before experienced.

Fin's lips returned to ravage her neck before his mouth claimed hers with a hunger that silenced her cries. He thrust his cock inside her while her cunt still quivered in climax. With one hand propped above her head and pulling her hair and the other squeezing her breast with incomprehensible strength and his girth stretching her with every plunging thrust, he owned her body.

She clung to his shoulders, wrapping arms and legs around him while their tongues played with one another and his hips slammed her into the floor.

He lifted his head and arched his back upward, their bodies fused as one, and shouted at the ceiling.

She held onto his hips and watched his body shudder over hers. The glow of the fire shadowed his body to perfection, the scars appearing almost alive with the movement of the flames.

He collapsed against her, his lips moving silently against the side of her face while his fingers curled into her hair.

"Stay with me," she whispered.

"That's my plan," he responded with a slight chuckle as he rose up on his elbows to look her in the eye.

She dragged a finger along the jagged scar on his shoulder and smiled. "You have stories to tell."

"You wouldn't believe them if I told you," he said against her lips before kissing her breath away once again.

Keep reading Daydreams and fall in love with the mariner, the jewel thief, and the visitors from space in need of sanctuary...