Saturday, July 26, 2014

#MySexySaturday Love Never Dies #EroticRomance #Paranormal

Seven paragraphs to tantalize and tempt from multiple romance authors…welcome to the My Sexy Saturday Blog Hop. Today's taste is from… (erotic paranormal romance) 

Without saying another word, she stood on her tiptoes and mashed her mouth against his. The soft breasts he'd been fantasizing about pressed into his chest and he ached to touch them.
"You don't know what you're doing," he said because he knew he needed to warn her. His self-control bordered on paper-thin and he'd been jacking off to fantasies of her for months.  
"You're real," she said against his lips. "I need a good dose of reality. Isn't that why you came here? To wake me up?"
"Wake you up, yes; not fuck you blind."
"But that's what you want to do, isn't it? It wouldn't be the first time we crossed that line."
"Sierra..."

"Alex...We both want the same thing. It's just sex, who cares? Fuck me." She flicked her tongue over his lips.
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Book Blurb…
Letting go is like a death. Sierra never thought she would be caught in a love triangle between her writing partner, Alex, and the love of her life, Shane—especially because her ex-fiancé is now a ghost. Tormented with both guilt for moving on with someone else and a desire to be free of the past, she's pulled between both men. Shane struggles with accepting his death and seeing the woman he loves with someone else. Alex is determined to free Sierra from limbo and change their relationship from casual to serious, but the bond she has with Shane transcends death. One of the three needs to let go.

Only the good die young. When Shane Weston is murdered before prosecuting a key member of the Mexican drug cartel, he can't accept the idea that all of the plans he had had for his life will never come true. More than that, he can't let go of the love he has for his fiancée.

Love never dies. Sierra Daniels is crushed after Shane's death. Head writer on a successful television series, she can't get back into the groove of life. All enthusiasm for work is gone. Ready to quit everything, she travels to her cabin in Lake Tahoe in hopes of escaping everyone's expectations and disappearing for a while.

The lines between right and wrong often blur. Alexander Blaine has risked his future on a career change from DEA agent to lead consultant and writer on hit television series. Sierra's grief has shadowed everyone around her, including him, and jeopardizes both of their careers. Unwilling to accept defeat, he follows her to Lake Tahoe determined to break through the barrier enveloping her and make her see that life is still worth living.

Keep on hopping! The My Sexy Saturday Blog Hop continues here…

Saturday, July 19, 2014

The Temptress Talks Inspiration #MileHighMuses #RomanceNovels #Romance

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Mile High Muses launches with a big kickoff that includes a Kindle giveaway on Sunday, July 20. The Temptress, Amber Lea Easton, stops by to talk about her personal muse and introduce herself before the big launch. Welcome, Amber! 

What or who is your personal muse?



I find inspiration in nature and in music--whether it be the sound of the trees stirring in the breeze, my dogs fetching a ball, the sunset illuminating the mountain across from me, the sounds of water moving down the river, or the sight of the ocean stretching out toward the horizon. I'm lucky to live in a place where I'm surrounded by nature rather than concrete. I often listen to sounds of the ocean when I'm trying to relax. When I write, music sets the mood. If I'm writing an intense scene, I like having a soundtrack playing that sets the tone of what I want to create. Between both music and nature, I find myself in the flow of creativity more often than not. 

More about Amber Lea Easton, aka The Temptress...


Amber Lea Easton is a multi-published fiction and nonfiction author. Smart is sexy, according to Easton, which is why she writes about strong female characters who have their flaws and challenges but ultimately persevere. She currently has six contemporary romance and romantic suspense novels out in the world: Kiss Me Slowly, Riptide, Reckless Endangerment, Anonymity, In Between, and Dancing Barefoot. Her memoir, Free Fall, is dedicated to suicide prevention, awareness, and helping others navigate the dark journey of grief.



In addition, Easton works as an editor, freelance journalist, and professional speaker. She speaks on subjects ranging from writing to widowhood. Some of her videos on romance writing have appeared on the international Writers & Authors television network. Current radio appearances are linked via her author website, http://www.amberleaeaston.com.



Easton currently lives with her two teenagers in the Colorado Rocky Mountains where she h gives thanks daily for the gorgeous view outside her window. She finds inspiration from traveling, the people she meets, nature and life’s twists and turns. At the end of the day, as long as she's writing, she considers herself simply to be "a lucky lady liv'n the dream."

A taste of her latest release, Dancing Barefoot, a contemporary romantic drama that tackles issues of co-dependency, addiction, and breaking free of others' expectations to live the life of your
dreams:


"I." He kissed her lightly. "Will." He slid his mouth from her lips to the line of her jaw. "Never." His tongue flicked over her earlobe. "Date you."
Somehow she'd kicked off the high heel and now her barefoot slid up the side of his lower leg. "Yes, you will."
He laughed at her audacity, relieved to see that fire in her eyes. "It is good to know you have big dreams, Jess."
"Ava said you'd make Boston your home base if only I asked." She moved her hand over the bulge in his jeans and grinned with satisfaction. "I know there's a lot of heartache here, that you don't trust me, but the way I see it, you're worth me making a fool of myself over."
He couldn't believe her, even though he wanted to very much. He'd given back the ring, said all he had to say, had vowed to erase her from his heart. The gallery idea with Miranda had slipped from his lips without conscious intent. Looking at her now, he knew it would be too risky to let her close.
"And then what? I leave for South America, you have a fit about me wandering off, we break up again? Is that how this will play out?"
"Technically, we never broke up," she whispered, gaze intent on his. "We never had a fight, I still wore the ring, so did you."
"You're confusing me and I don't like it." His dropped his forehead against hers and tried desperately to reign in his desire.
"If you don't want a date, then let's go back to my place, lock the door and see what happens."
"You know what would happen." He grabbed her wrists and made her stop touching him. "What are you really asking me, Jess?"
"I want..." 
"What do you want?"
"Us."
 “No.” 
“Yes.”
“You're ashamed of me, of what we were to one another. Didn’t you say that last week? Yes, you said you don’t talk about Italy to anyone here.” He knew it was the truth when her eyes darted away from him. “You don’t want anyone here to know about our affair. You don’t want your lover to get upset—”
“You have the wrong idea about Marc. He—”
“Stop lying. Is it even possible for you to stop?” He pressed his thigh between hers, pushing her tighter against the bark of the tree. “You two are lovers. Deny it.”

She dropped her head against tree trunk and stared at him. “It’s complicated.”
“Of course it is. Nothing with you is simple. Come back to my hotel with me. Right now. Intervene.”
"You think I won't, but I will." Her lips trembled, eyes searched his. 
His gaze locked on her mouth. “Is that your plan? Seduce me away from Simone? How would Marc feel about that?”
“Stop throwing him in my face.”
“You want me back in your bed, Jess? Is that all you want? Sex and nothing more?”
Blue eyes darkened to indigo. Body shifted toward him. Teeth bit into her bottom lip. He knew she wanted him, but he wanted more than that.
“Do you want me to beg?” Her hands settled on his hips. 
“Yes, I do. Beg me.”
The war in her eyes was evident.
“Jacques, please—”
“No more.” He closed his eyes. “We aren't capable of a casual affair and you know it. We'll get sucked in and then what?”
“It could be different this time. We'll make it work.” 
"Why the change of mind? Ava? Last Friday night? What? Why? If you hadn't seen me last week, I wouldn't be on your mind at all. If I hadn't come to Boston for the exhibit, we would not be standing here. If I am the great love of your life, then you would have tried to contact me and explain. According to Kevin, I have a huge social media following. Not too hard to catch up to me. I don't trust you. I don't trust this, not at all. Are you using me again? Is this promotion scaring you and I happened along at the right time?"
"I never used you, never. I thought about contacting you so many times, but what would I say? Then what? I waited too long, was too messed up—maybe still am, I don't know—I didn't know how to say what I felt. Think of all the places you've been in the past five years, all you would have given up for me."
When she stopped speaking, he started thinking. Without opening his eyes, he moved his hands over her arms, felt the softness of her dress beneath his fingertips, heard her sharp intake of breath, felt her lips caress his chin.  
He shook his head, reality waking him up like a cold shower. “We no longer fit.”
Her hands fisted in his shirt when he tried to step away.  “What does that mean?”
“It means I think you and Marc will have a nice life together.”
“Marc and I are not a couple. He does his thing and I do mine, that's it.” Her hold on him intensified.
He looked at her—really looked—and saw a woman who was as far removed from his lifestyle as he was from a corporate boardroom. 
“I haven’t been fair to you. I came back here hoping to see you, that’s true. All of it was designed to open that door for me.” Confusion twisted his thoughts into meaningless meanderings going nowhere. “We were what we were and had what we had. I gave you back the ring, meant what I said. We've had our closure, bellazza mia. The end.”
“The end?” Fire returned to her eyes. 
“I look forward to seeing you at the gallery on Saturday. I hope you'll change your mind about showing your art.” A hole opened up where his heart once existed. “You should be there with me, like Ava says. You were there in the beginning—”
“The beginning.” Her eyes flickered with pain. “There are other reasons that I keep Italy to myself, Jacques.”
“What other reasons?” 
"You're mine, my memory, mine alone. I don't share you, us, with anyone who wasn't there because no one would understand the magnitude of it. I don't tell anyone because it's sacred to me, you, Ava, our life together that summer...sacred to me." She shook her head, disbelief and sadness transforming her eyes into the color of the deep ocean. “Even when I boarded the plane home, I thought somehow, someway we'd be together. I didn't want it to end, but I needed to come home. I returned too late, I know I screwed up, but I never intended to end us, can't you see that? Now we have a chance to begin again. Brand new. Jessica and Jacques the sequel. Think about how amazing it could be.”
She made him doubt himself. The look in her eyes, the way her hands fisted in the material of his shirt at his waist, the longing that emanated from her. It was as if he had been caught beneath a wave and didn’t know which way was up. 
Without answering, he disengaged from her and strode across the park.  He had to give up the idea of her, surrender the notion that they'd once had a great love affair. Memory had a way of glossing over reality. He broke his stride and looked over his shoulder. She leaned against the trunk of the tree, a vision in yellow surrounded by green.
And he wondered why walking away felt so damn wrong.  

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 What the reviews are saying....

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."...read entire review http://goo.gl/R191Sa

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."...read entire review http://goo.gl/R191Sa

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 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 


Thursday, July 17, 2014

Elevate Your Sensual Expectations with The Vamp #MileHighMuses #Paranormal #EroticRomance

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 VampiresMy 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 FantasyVeil of SeductionBlood of Luna and Dark Companionwith 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...
Adult Excerpt:
By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, please exit this site.
An Excerpt From: DARK COMPANION
Copyright © MAYA DELEINA, 2014
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.


“I ache for you,” Warwick said lustfully.

Isla looked in his direction with heavy eyes, drunk with desire. He grasped his cock through his trousers, rubbing and squeezing.

“I crave you,” Isla responded.

The blood-red hands were all over her body, running through her hair and massaging her breasts. She licked her lips as her own hands voyaged, hiking up the hem of her dress until she could gain access to her crotch. She played with herself through her panties.

The rasp of his zipper echoed through the passageway. She held Warwick’s undivided attention as he fished his cock out of the confines of his trousers. His thick, luscious meat was a feast for the eyes.
“Now,” Warwick commanded as he stepped closer to Isla.

The fabric hands grabbed her, lifting Isla off her feet and pulling her backward.

She gasped, leaned her head back and watched a thick blanket of material cascade down the wall. She came to rest with her back pinned solidly against the silky material. Hands, more than she could even count, were all over her once more. Some were utilitarian, holding her off the ground. Others were sensual in their touch, fondling her breasts, caressing her lips and face.

And there were yet another set working on a different task. These hands rounded their way from her outer to inner thigh. They spread her legs open, hiking her dress clear up past her thighs.
Warwick moved in closer, his eyes full of animal desire.

More hands moved into place, cupping her ass to tilt her pelvis into perfect alignment with Warwick. Fingers spread her pussy lips open.

“Oh yes, spread her for me.”

Goose bumps ignited all along Isla’s flesh.

“Get her ready.”

Pressure from a single finger made an appearance at her clit, rubbing her flesh and stealing her breath all at the same time.

“Look at me,” Warwick commanded.

Ecstasy took her, but she fought through, staving off the need to fall helplessly into blissful mindlessness.

Warwick let go of his cock and stepped between her legs. He placed both hands on the wall on either side of her head and looked deep into her eyes. The head of his cock brushed against her skin.

Isla looked down.

A red hand wrapped around his long shaft, guiding him to her opening until his head comfortably held position, ready to penetrate her.

“No human, no vampire—no woman has put me under a spell such as this. You don’t know the power you have over me,” Warwick whispered in her ear.


Slowly he drove his cock into Isla.


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