She's finished with men and love--DONE! On a solo trip to Belize, she's up for adventure and no-strings-uncomplicated sex to obliterate the knowledge that her ex is marrying someone else on
New Year's Eve.
Falling in love, however, isn't part of the plan...but Fate loves screwing with people like that.
Enjoy this excerpt of Anonymity--reviewers calling it, "a novel full of passion and hot, hot sex--couldn't get enough" and "one of the best romance novels I've ever read, didn't want it to end" and "reads like a sweet dream."Excerpt of Anonymity...
The kiss had rocked his world. He wanted to peel that yellow dress down her body and free her breasts for his hands to explore. He hadn't had a reaction like that to a woman in years. It simultaneously excited and terrified him. The steady ocean breeze tossed her curly blonde hair against his bicep; the touch played havoc with his self-control.
He ripped his gaze from the top of her head and forced himself to focus on their destination.
"Do you travel a lot?" she asked.
"Does that fall under personal detail or am I allowed to answer?"
"As often as possible, which isn't often enough." He dropped his hand to her waist and guided her onto the pier. The entrance of the restaurant overflowed with groups and a few couples. Despite his nonchalant attitude about couples, he liked having her at his side as the hostess led them to a table at the far end of the room.
The restaurant had been constructed at the end of the pier with their table next to a railing that led directly to the water. Tiki torches lined the space, laughter and chatter mixed with the steady hum of the sea. A glass partition had been raised between the roof and the rail to protect the patrons for the wind whose force managed to find its way inside anyway.
Alyssa pushed her unruly mass of hair behind her ears and shrugged. "I should have brought a scarf or something. I'm probably a mess."
He gulped back the overflow of saliva flooding his mouth. Face almost devoid of make-up and flushed from the sun with fresh freckles dotting her nose, hair disheveled around bare shoulders, blue eyes flashing with self-deprecating humor, and a smile that reminded him of what she'd tasted like only minutes earlier, she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
"It's the beach, you look perfectly beach-like," he said.
"That's what I'm afraid of," she said, reaching for the menu.
"I know we agreed to no personal details like last names or careers, but we need to talk about something." He smiled at the blush that tinted her cheeks. "I mean, in between...whatever we'll be doing later...we need to talk. I'm not a machine."
"Oh, God," she groaned and reached for the water.
"Don't get me wrong. I have great stamina—"
"I have no doubt."
"But I'm wondering if everything else is on the table?"
"Is what on the table?" She bit her lower lip and looked at him as if he were the main course.
"Talking...are all other subjects—"
"Yeah, oh yeah, of course." She drank the entire glass of water and grinned at the waitress who promptly refilled it.
He enjoyed teasing her and seeing nervousness battle with boldness. The contradiction fascinated him. He leaned back in his chair and enjoyed his view. Extending his vacation had been the best decision he'd ever made. He hadn't felt this relaxed with anyone in years, not even his family with all of their expectations and concern. Sighing, he watched the torchlight reflect in her eyes.
"If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?" he asked after a long silence.
"The Four Seasons on Fiji...you know the place with the cabanas out over the water? I'd love to go there." She leaned back while the waitress poured them each a glass of wine. "What about you?"
"South Africa on a photo safari."
"Oh, if only we had all the time and the money in the world to indulge our fantasies..." Her eyes darkened at the word 'fantasies'.
He shifted in his seat, suddenly feeling like a teenage boy on his first date. Why did everything she say sound like sexual innuendo to him?
"Time is what you make of it and there's always enough money for your priorities." He tapped his fingers on the table, his gaze steady on hers. "It's hard not asking more about you. There's so much I'd like to know."
"I'm a woman of mystery."
"Well-played. I'm officially intrigued." He toasted her with his glass.
"I like this, it's simple. No pressure."
"You're an easy person to be with, woman of mystery and all. Your ex must be an idiot."
"He's a certifiable moron." She waved a finger at him. "That borders on too personal."
"You'll have to punish me later."
"Are you sure you'll be able to handle it?"
"I can't wait to find out." Damn, he enjoyed flirting with her. The blush on her face warred with the dare in her eyes. He laughed and drank more wine. This is what vacations were meant to be, he felt certain of it.
They ate dinner, discussing topics like global warming, the health of the oceans, and favorite rock bands. It was the best date he'd ever had. Both kept to their promise of zero personal revelations. No talk about work, no trying to impress one another.
One bottle of wine later, dinner ended and possibility stirred between them. All of their flirtation hung in the air as they walked back onto the beach in silence.
He hardened at the slightest physical contact; doubtful he'd be able to be a gentleman much longer. Her body was made for a man's hands with curves he ached to touch. She radiated heat that burned through the clothes separating their bodies as they walked side-by-side down along the water's edge. Shoes dangled from their fingertips as they allowed warm waves to caress their ankles.
Screw it. He only had six more days before returning to his tidy well-constructed life. He stopped, pulled her against him, lifted her up and kissed her.
Hand at the nape of her neck, he pulled back a fraction to look into her eyes. "Are you sure you want this, that you want me? Tell me now before I let myself go."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, eyes bright with desire. "I've never been as sure about anything as I am about you right now."
He smiled against her mouth, loving that she was entwined around him like an exotic vine. "You're one intense lady, do you realize that? It's like you're on fire."
"It's an illusion, I'm a fraud," she whispered against his lips.
"I don't think so. Neither of us has anything to gain or lose."
"Stop talking." She kissed him with passion that drove him over the brink of control.
They needed to get someplace—anyplace—private. Now.
Not breaking the kiss, he dropped her gently to her feet. Kissing, touching, laughing, they stumbled down the beach toward the resort. A crowd had assembled on the beach in front of the bar where Dave the One Man Band presided. The group of scuba divers played beach volleyball amidst it all. Maneuvering through them would be a challenge, especially with Savannah overly curious about Alyssa.
"Locals come out for Dave," he said when she simply stared at the transformation from tranquil paradise to party central. "Come here." He dragged her into the gardens surrounding Ramon's Village and pressed her back against a tree. "Feeling adventurous?"
"What do you think?" She pushed her hands beneath his shirt.
His mouth ravaged hers while his hands slid beneath her dress and squeezed her ass. One hand moved up the front of her dress, teased her breast beneath the fabric, while the other inched her panties aside. He felt like a man hell bent to touch her skin.
"Not very romantic, I'll make up for it later. I need to have you."
"I'm not complaining. I want this just as badly as you do." She bit his neck while her fingers fumbled with his zipper. Her hands slid inside his waistband before closing around his erection.
God, he'd never wanted anyone like this. It's like he would die without being inside of her. Urgency pulsated through his veins.
He fumbled with the condom he'd stuffed into his back pocket while he kissed her neck and reveled in her hands moving up and down on him. He lifted her up until they were eye level, her feet off the ground and linking behind his waist. Her hair fell across her eyes when she laughed and lifted her hands over her head to grab the tree at her back.
"You're the sexiest woman I've ever met." He pulled one of the straps of her dress down and squeezed the heavy breast he'd been salivating over since seeing her sitting at the bar. His thumb toyed with her nipple.
He thrust inside of her and felt the velvety tightness envelope him. He grabbed her wrists and held them against the trunk of the tree. She ground her tongue into this mouth.
This was sex, animalistic, raw, intense, passionate, no-holding-back sex.
Closing his eyes, he surrendered to the sensations...the palm tree hard against his knees as he ground his hips against hers, her tongue driving him insane, his mouth on her neck, her breasts pressing against his chest, her heels grinding into his ass, 80s rock music blaring from behind them, people laughing only fifty feet away, ocean lapping against the shore, scent of flowers mixing with barbecue, breeze tossing the palms above them, and the feel of her thighs squeezing him tight.
He hadn't let himself go like this in years, maybe ever.
They came together, both moaning into each other's mouths, eyes wide open, connected in the moment. They laughed against each other's lips, neither pulling apart.
She curled her fingers into his hair. "I want more."
"Insatiable...I like it." His teeth gently tugged her lower lip.
"Best. Vacation. Ever." She kissed him with each word.
"On fire, I'm telling you." He dropped her wrists and smoothed his hands over her breasts. "You're like an inferno."
"Only with you." Curls danced in front of her eyes as she pulled him back for another kiss. "I'm not lying. If I'm on fire, it's because you found the fuse."
"That sounds like a bad song lyric. I think you've been exposed to Dave the Gringo's music too long, we'd better get you inside and away from his influence." He kissed her, not wanting to step away from the tree but knowing they were pushing the limits by staying here too long. Something stirred deep in his chest with her words, with the kiss, with this entire scenario.
She laughed against his mouth before dropping her legs from around him and sliding down his chest. He felt like the entire world would know what they'd been doing in the bushes. He laughed to himself as he stuffed her panties in his pocket. He had never had sex against a palm tree before and definitely never within yards of a group of people. Exhilaration hammered through his heart.
She smoothed hair from his eyes. "You look like you've been having sex on the beach."
"So do you." He turned them into an impromptu dance on the sand, his mouth clinging to hers in a slow kiss, while he held her close.
"You're too good to be true," she whispered. "I can't believe you're real."
"Like you said...it's all an illusion." Regret flashed in her eyes, darkened them in the moonlight, before she looked away.
Maybe it was, but then again maybe it wasn't.
He flattened his palms over her shoulders and wondered at the glimpse of pain he'd seen. Anonymity had its pros...and cons.
"Your place or mine?" he asked.
"Mine. Want to race?" When she met his gaze again, the pain had been replaced with desire.
"Hey, Luke!" Savannah shouted from behind them. "I thought you'd disappeared."
Scared of losing the intimacy, he framed Alyssa's face and held her gaze. "We've been spotted. One drink to be sociable and then we'll go, okay?"
Concern shadowed her eyes, but she nodded.
He remembered then why she'd said she'd come to the island alone...cheating fiancé getting married in a few days. She'd probably been bluffing about the weeklong affair, had been being impulsive for the sake of forgetting, but now they'd crossed a line and self-doubt flickered in the depths of her blue eyes.
He kissed her and reminded her through actions rather than words that she was the most desirable woman he'd ever met. Maybe they were both playing pretend while in paradise before retreating to their normal lives. So what? He'd only gotten a taste and a glimpse of the woman in his arms and he wanted to spend every minute of the next several days savoring her.
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From the back cover...
Alyssa McNeil is through with romance. In Belize on a solo vacation designed to make her forget that her ex is marrying someone else on New Year's Eve, she's determined to break free of her comfort zone. Meeting Luke Picket falls perfectly into her plans for indulging fantasy, letting go of inhibition, and having uncomplicated fun under the sun. Falling in love with him is definitely not on the agenda.
Luke Picket is more than happy to go along with her idea of a no strings, first-name only weeklong fling. He embraces his solo lifestyle and can't see that changing any time soon. When they find themselves trekking through the jungle and facing turbulent seas together, the feelings he'd fought so hard to avoid in his life start stirring in his closed-off permanent bachelor heart.
But they'd agreed on anonymity, on a first-name-only-no-strings love affair, and neither wants to ruin the moment with unwanted declarations. Old beliefs are challenged. Doubts questioned. Will they stick to their deal and go their separate ways when the week is over? Or will the new year bring them a new attitude about love?
**Anonymity is book one of the Wanderlust Series, which is a series of romance adventure novels written as stand-alone books. In future series, some characters may make cameo appearances, but all are true stand-alone novels.
Excerpts of a few reviews...
5.0 out of 5 stars
Anonymity, excellent read!
Great love story! I could feel the characters' "electric chemistry" jump right out of the pages...couldn't put the book down! Definitely rates up there as one of the best romance books I've ever read! A must read for anyone who loves romance(:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Passion Filled Vacation
Amber Lea Easton ("Easton") truly shines when it comes to giving her readers exactly what they want when it comes to romance; a novel full of passion and hot hot sex; and characters (both lead and supporting) who you'll fall in love with; all on a sandy beach with crystal-clear blue water as far as the eye can see. The author wields a terrific and engaging story, even thought-provoking at times, that's full of fun and desire that leaves you not only wishing it was you on that beach, but you who's being screwed hard against a palm tree by one very hot and sexy male specimen like Luke.
This is the second novel of Easton's I've read and it will most definitely not be my last. I was actually sad when the story ended; that it wasn't longer than 186 pages as I couldn't get enough. Thoughts of getting on a plane heading towards a tropical beach is all I can think of - that, and a palm tree.
5.0 out of 5 stars
"Anonymity" by Amber Lea Easton is a great holiday romance, set in Belize between Christmas and New Year - coincidentally the same time that I read the novel.
Reading the novel about a no-strings attached one week fling between Alyssa and Luke was the perfect escapism, just like a sweet dream. The two make a pact not to talk about their real lives: What happens in Belize, stays in Belize. Or does it?
Sunshine, water, sex and jungle adventures are part of this fun-filled and lovely story. Besides the great main characters there are a few really well chosen others, such as the bar tender Rosie and Savannah, who also has the hots for Luke.
Well written and easy on the proverbial eye this is a very enjoyable and entertaining read that should please a wide audience.
5.0 out of 5 stars
The perfect romance with more than I thought possible
Thank you Amber Lea Easton for completely capturing the essence of romance. You have, yet again, set the bar high. This was the perfect book. The main characters were strong and well developed and I felt like I was in Belize. The best surprise was the connection to the secondary characters. I fell in love with Rosie and found myself rooting for Savannah. What a great story about new beginnings and living the way we all dream of.