Thursday, August 28, 2014

Risking it All for a Dream on Tingle Thursday #Romance #Drama

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

When 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.  
His 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 once more. 
His hands moved down her arms until they curved over her hands that were pressed against the door. 
"I've never loved anyone like I've loved you...that scares me," he whispered against her skin.  
"Scares 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?"
He dropped his forehead against hers and squeezed his eyes closed without letting her go. "I did some things that are unforgivable. Stupid things. Horrible things."
She curved her palm over his jawline. "None of it matters to me."
"It will." When he opened his eyes, pain more intense than anything she'd ever seen filled his gaze. "You'll hate me. "
"Tais-toi et embrasse-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."
She 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.
He 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.
Her body throbbed with need. It felt like her heartbeat had dropped between her legs, the pulsating sensation causing her to squirm against him.
He 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. 
She'd never felt this kind of passion and freedom with any other man.  She wanted him in every way imaginable. 
When 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. 
"I 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.
She 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. 
Grinning, 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.
When 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. 
Breaking 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. 
His fingers sank into her flesh as his body quaked with release. 
She 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. 
He pushed back her hair with one hand while the other held her firmly against his chest. "No condom, I'm sorry. I should have—"
"Stop, 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.
He 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.
"Why do I feel this is impossible?" he asked against the top of her head.
She 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. 
"That's 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?"
His embrace tightened around her waist. "I'm older and wiser..."
"You've 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.   
Book Blurb…

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 lost love.

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
"I loved this story.

It 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." entire review

5 stars via ChristophFischerBooks
"Conflicting 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." entire review

5 stars via Sglas, Amazon reader review:
"Excitement, intrigue, twists and turns! Dancing Barefoot has it all. Very hard to put down." read entire review

Link to the prequel, In Between: an Italian love story, that is a permanent free read on the author blog (14 chapters total): 

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Friday, August 22, 2014

Navy Seal Meets CIA Agent--Is it Love or Lust at First Sight? #Romance #Adventure #Suspense

 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.

Despite Darryl’s 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.

Mmmsounds 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 article.

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.

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