Thursday, July 20, 2017

Nothing More Alpha Than a Demigod Named Triton #Supernatural #Romance


Shining the sexy spotlight on Impact Zone--the first in the Triton series. It's got it all--steamy sex, intriguing suspense, and characters that you'll wish were your best friends. Read Impact Zone now before it's sequel, Goddess of Catalina, releases this fall. 

Here's an excerpt! 

She lifted her face to the wind and inhaled the rich sea air. The last time she'd been here, she'd been in high school with her then boyfriend Ted Reece. It had been well-after midnight and they'd had a bottle of cheap rum they passed between them before making out on the rocky ground. Walking toward the edge of the cliffs, she looked down at the waves pounding against sheer rock. The earth rumbled beneath her feet. 

Nico sat with his legs outstretched and face lifted toward the setting sun. "That day I took off with mom's car I ended up in a place similar to this. I sat there looking at the ocean until my father found me."

"What was that like?" She sat next to him and leaned back on her palms. "Was he angry?"

"You don't know my father. He becomes, shall we say, temperamental." He opened his eyes and looked at her. "I tested his authority a lot, which meant I got into trouble nearly every day."

"Why do I have a feeling you're a lot like him?"

"That is a conversation for another day." He laughed quietly while his gaze roamed over her face. "I like remote places like this where no one is constantly needing my attention."

"I need your attention," she said without thinking, gaze locked on his lips.

"You're the exception. You can have my attention whenever you want it." He shifted into a kneeling position, grabbed her shoulders, and moved her around until her back faced him. Before she could ask a question, he started massaging the tense muscles of her back. Thumbs pressed firmly into the base of her neck. "Right now, I sense you need to relax."

"I'm not usually the damsel in distress." She sighed while his hands worked magic on her tense muscles. "Or the woman who picks up men in bars."

"I thought that was your idea of fun."  He moved his hands from behind her neck to her shoulders.

She closed her eyes and relaxed against him. "I say strange things around you."

"You don't like being off your game, do you?" His hands worked their way from her biceps to her forearms before going back to her shoulders.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Being an athlete, you are disciplined about routine. Dedication is your middle name." He pressed his knuckles against her spine. "You left the circuit to start a business from nothing, that takes focus." His fingers splayed across her ribcage in more of a caress than a massage. "You like being in control. Around me, you are off balance. Am I right?"

"Lucky guess," she whispered. "Most people wouldn't say I'm the nervous type. I've been called reckless and wild, but never...off balance."

"Oh, you're an obvious risk taker, but I don't think you're reckless. There's a difference." His fingers grazed the bottom of her breasts as his hands slid around her sides. "But you like calculated risks where you know what you're dealing with going in."

"Your theory is that I'm not sure I can handle you so that's why you make me nervous?"

"Are you nervous or excited?"

She smiled as both his arrogance and astuteness. From the corner of her eye, she noticed that he'd brought a blanket she kept in the backseat. "I forgot I had that back there."

"You have what looks like a closet in your car. Are you secretly homeless?" He brushed her hair back from her neck before his lips caressed her ear.

She inhaled sharply at the contact. Goosebumps skittered across her skin with the touch of his kiss.

"I haven't made the best first impression on you, I'm sure." She tilted her head until her chin touched her chest, unable to deny the magic his fingers and mouth delivered to her body.

"Do you know when I first saw you?" He shifted so that his legs pressed along the outside of her hips.

She shook her head 'no' and held her breath.

"You were in Hawaii for a competition and we were at a sponsor party. You were excited and on everyone's must-meet list."

She frowned. "I don't remember meeting you."

"We didn't meet. I was called away as usual for some kind of emergency, but I definitely had a first impression of you."

"And what was that?"

"Beautiful. Genuine. Exciting. Unique." His teeth caught her earlobe before he kissed the sweet spot on her neck. "Is what I think about you that important?"

She twisted to look at him through a veil of her hair. "I think it might be, yes."

He stared at her for what felt like minutes before nodding. "I never do anything I don't want to do, Josie. I'm here with you because I choose to be."

With a slowness that drove her mad, he pushed the hair away from her face and bent within a fraction of her lips. His gaze scanned hers briefly before he kissed her.

She moved her mouth against his with a laziness meant to savor the sensation. She hoped she'd never get used to the energy that zapped between his skin and hers.

"What did you used to do here when you were a teenager?" he asked against her mouth, eyes alive with knowing.

"A little bit of this and that."

"A little of this?" His tongue slid between her parted lips—teasing—before he slid his mouth down the length of her neck.

"Mm...hm."

"And a little of that?" He moved his hands to her bare thighs beneath the dress and squeezed. "Am I close?"

"You're getting closer." She grabbed his face and ground her mouth against his. If he wanted to fool around on a rock, why the hell not?

His tongue slid against hers in a dance that made her squirm. She wanted to toss her dress off and let the wind take it away, surrender to recklessness and desire.

 He lifted her and pushed her back against the blanket. His dark head moved from her mouth to her collarbone as he squeezed her breast through the thin material. His hand moved to her panties that were wet with desire. In one yank, he ripped them from her before sliding his fingers between her legs. He pushed her dress up and kissed her bared abdomen.

Eyes open, she stared at the clouds passing overhead, cherished the hard earth beneath her back, savored the sensation of his fingers sliding inside of her, gasped as his mouth sucked her clit, and spread her legs wide as the wind sent her yellow dress billowing around her torso and slapping against the ground. 

He nipped and sucked and fucked her with his fingers while she gripped the blanket at her sides and surrendered to him manipulating her body with his mouth.

She arched her back as an orgasm quaked through her body like tremor from deep within her soul. Still he sucked at her, his fingers and tongue ravaging her. Owning her.

"Nico, my God, I can't take—" Another wave of orgasm ripped through her. She twisted, but he held her legs open while he continued his feast.

When she finally lay spent and exhausted, he climbed over her and looked her in the eye. "A little bit of this and that?"

She grinned, grabbed the back of his head, and pulled his face against hers. "Kiss me."

"What the lady wants, the lady gets." He kissed her until she moaned with primal need.

"Are you relaxed now?" he whispered against her ear.

"Definitely."

"Then let's find a restaurant off the beaten path and I'll buy you dinner." Abruptly, he stood and pulled her with him. "I'll take you on a real date tomorrow night."

"A real date? So this was just a preview?" She walked with him on trembling legs.

"I am capable of more than you realize, Josie, including romance and charm. Trust me." He retrieved her torn panties from where they fluttered against a boulder and tucked them in the back pocket of his jeans. When she laughed, he snagged her hand in his.

"I'm feeling selfish right now." She crossed her trembling legs and latched the seatbelt.

Nico grabbed her chin and kissed away her guilt. "Your surrender is more than generous."

As they drove away from the remote cliff, she sighed and closed her eyes. She'd been in charge of too much for too long and surrendering felt better than she'd imagined. When he dropped his hand on her thigh, she grinned.

She could get used to being manhandled by Nico Triton.




The back blurb...


Nico Triton has a secret. He's a merman who saved the life of a champion surfer and now he's being hunted. As the leader of the merfolk, his interference with Fate has had severe repercussions. Not only has his father, Poseidon, banished him from his homeland, but the dangerous organization Mythquest is out to prove his existence and destroy his family. As punishment, he's been forced to erase Josie's memory of him and the sacrifice he made in exchange for her life.

Murder on the beach.

Josie Wells knows how to conquer the waves, but when she witnesses a murder on her beach, the impact shatters the surfing community of Santa Cruz. The tragedy brings her up close and personal with her secret crush, the elusive billionaire, Nico Triton. A nagging feeling tugs at her that she knows him from somewhere...but how could that be?

Will love be enough to bridge their two worlds?

Secrets become confessions and trust is tested as betrayal threatens their lives. When a merman falls in love with a surfer chic and two worlds collide, expect an Impact Zone of danger and passion. Will love conquer all or be the thing that destroys them both?

*contains explicit sexual content



Coming Soon, the sequel to Impact Zone, Goddess of Catalina 


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Author bio

Dakota Skye is the pen name of best-selling author, Amber Lea Easton. Specializing on the paranormal and legends, Dakota Skye creates characters that are relatable in the contemporary world as their stories challenge the status-quo and explore the unknown. All of Dakota Skye's books can be found at http://www.authordakotaskye.com 



Thursday, February 2, 2017

Nowhere to Hide When the World Knows Your Name #RomanticSuspense


Highlighting the gnaw-your-knuckles-twist-in-your-seat romantic suspense One True Thing by Amber Lea Easton on Frisky Friday! When the world knows your name, there's nowhere to hide...friends become enemies and strangers become allies... Check it out! Adult content excerpt, blurb below that.

Excerpt...

Stay? Go? Dominic lingered in the room and watched the quiet conversation she held with her bodyguard. Curiosity about her abrupt dismissal of the Secret Service kept him standing in place.

Not my concern, he thought as he stood there with his shirt open and loose. Go upstairs into your own suite and retreat into your safe, predictable life. Go.

His feet refused to cooperate with his brain.

When the bodyguard who looked like a James Bond imitator walked back into the room, face devoid of expression, Dominic flicked his gaze toward Vanessa's back.

"You should go," John said. "We have the situation under control and she's had a brutal day."

"I assume press are outside?" he asked.


"If not, they will be," John answered. "Your security is doing well at keeping them from entering the building."

"Not too well if two suspicious looking men were wandering the building."

"I should go back to my house despite the renovations," Vanessa said, returning to the room, face pale and eyes wide.

"No," the two men said in unison.

"I'm putting innocent people at risk staying here." She looked between them, her large eyes full of shimmering tears.

"You're safer here." Dominic may have been living in a bubble for the past eleven years, but he prided himself on being smart and handling himself in crisis situations. He turned his back on her and looked John in the eye. "I'll be staying with her tonight."

"Nic—"

"Understood," John said with a curt nod before looking past him to where Vanessa had moved from the sofa to stand behind him. "I'm sorry about your sculptures, ma'am, but the worst thing you can do now is move back to your house before we've made the necessary security improvements. We're coordinating with the Secret Service and will work through the night."

With that, the bodyguard left them alone.

The silence ate all the air from the room.

He heard the rustling of her dress dragging along the carpet and turned to see her headed for the balcony. It was after midnight and her entire day had been nothing but one catastrophe after another. What do you say to someone who knew she'd become a walking target?

I need to go, he thought again.

He followed.

Chin resting on folded arms against the balcony, she stared down at the streets below, erratic energy zapping from her bent body encased in violet while the breeze tossed her long tresses against bare shoulders.

She was too beautiful, too known, too wild, too…much. He knew that she was the kind of woman who could devour him, who would know his soul, who would wield her power over him with advanced skill. Yet he couldn’t leave.  Maybe that’s why he had come, armed with chili-cheese fries, to dare destiny.

"My great-grandmother was a painter," she said after he'd joined her. "Being an artist is all I've ever wanted to do."

"And you did it. You had a successful showing and—"

"Someone destroyed them all."

"Yes, they did." He couldn't imagine having one of his resorts go up in flames. Maybe it wasn't the same exactly, but he poured so much of himself into each design, into every part of the decision making process, that it would feel like...a death. He didn't know what to do or what to say to ease her pain.

She blew out a long breath before standing straight and looking at him through the shadows. "It's at least one in the morning by now. Time for bed. Are you joining me?"

He inhaled sharply at the idea of resuming where they'd left off.

"Don't you want to...talk or something?" he asked.

"About my feelings?" Her lips twisted. "It sucks. It hurts like hell. It pisses me off. There. I talked about my feelings. We good now?"

He'd never met anyone like her. Vanessa Warren was definitely one-of-a kind. She sauntered to him, almost like a predator about to go in for the kill, stood on her tiptoes until her breath caressed his chin, and whispered, "Make me believe in something good, something better than a lie."

He grabbed her ass and lifted her up until they were eye-to-eye. Hair licked with fire slipped across his face when she leaned over him, all color and warmth. He wanted this, wanted her. This is why he had come, to feel this again, this agony of desire that he had suppressed for years.

Fingers twisted in the strands of hair that slipped against his face. He crushed her to him, ravaging her mouth like a dying man grasping at life. Tongues teased. Teeth nipped.  And he fell past a point he had never thought to cross, not that he cared, not that it mattered. In his mind, he could see the lights of the city, blurring with speed and spinning beneath them.

God, she felt good.  Intoxicating. Her lips nibbled across his neck.

“I shouldn’t want you so much, but I do. I can’t stop myself,” she whispered. 

“Why do you want me?” He held her firm with his fists wrapped in her hair. “Tell me.”

“You wanted me when you didn’t know who I was. We were just two people, strangers, without a past or a future. I knew you wanted to fuck me against that mural, beneath that tarp, I saw it in your eyes, thought about it all damn day. Then tonight there you were. You walked up those stairs like a predator, seeking me out, sweeping me away.” 

“You want to be swept away?” 

“Desperately.”

"I'll do my best." He scooped her off her feet and carried her from the balcony to the bedroom. He fell onto his back against the mattress with her silk-encased body draped across him.

“Damn dress.” She propped herself above him and grimaced. “Help me out of it?”

“With pleasure,” he whispered against her neck.

His fingers moved to the discreet zipper at her side and — with his gaze never leaving hers — he slid it down.  She shrugged it off her left shoulder. As if unwrapping a Christmas gift, he wasted no time in sliding the rest from her lean, toned body. Velvet hissed down her torso and slipped from her legs. Clad only in strapless bra and panties with her hair falling in wild layers past her shoulders, she kicked the tangled material off her feet and flashed him a devilish smile.   

“You’re deadly.” But what a way to die.

Off came the bra. She grinned like the seductress she was and tossed it aside.  “I’ll be gentle.”

“Don’t lie to me anymore.” His hands covered her breasts, claiming them.  “Game’s over.”

“Wrong, Nic. It’s just getting started.” She pushed his shirt from his shoulders and breathed against his neck. 

He grabbed a handful of her hair and crushed his mouth to hers. No going slow. The need to satiate the lust was too strong, too overpowering. Every kiss, each touch set off a chain reaction of moans and longing. 

Somehow — as if in a trance — he stripped free from his clothes. It had been too long since he’d had this release, this intensity of emotion, felt the wildness pumping through his veins. Years of abstinence abandoned in one night. He’d think about why later. He had to have her. Now. Fast. Hard. 

Legs wrapped around him, she urged him to thrust inside her. Take her.  Mindless passion erupted when he entered her with one sure, hard movement. Hands were everywhere. Glorious. Every sensation electrified his skin. Their lips found each other in the dark as they moved as one ferocious animal with one singular thought: possession.

“It’s been too long,” he said into her mouth.

“I love the way you feel inside me,” she said. “Please, Nic. God, Nic.” 

That’s all it took. The sound of his name coming out of her mouth at that moment. The huskiness of her voice, the warmth of her body encompassing his, her hand pulling at his hair. Damn. 

But she was with him all the way, biting his shoulder and clawing at his back.   Energy bled from his soul, powerful and intoxicating. Sweat soaked their bodies like a layer of oil. Damp hair stuck to his neck and forehead.

“Don’t move,” she instructed against his ear. “Stay inside me.”

He pushed his hands into the hair against the sides of her face and struggled to decipher her features in the dark. “I couldn’t wait.  It was too—"

“You’re not complaining are you?”  She squeezed her thighs around his hips and laughed. 

“Me?  No, I was just—"

“You talk too damn much. Next time we’ll go slow.”

“Next time?”

“Ten minutes from now too soon for you?” Her tongue flicked across his lips. 


“Make it five.”

Back cover blurb...

Power...it's a heady drug.

Vanessa Warren is America's favorite rebel. Daughter and granddaughter of US Presidents and sister to a future one, her family connections and notoriety are seen as leverage for manipulating the White House—if she's captured.

One little lie leads to a whole lot of trouble.


Reclusive international resort developer, Dominic Varga, needs a date to ward off his matchmaking parents. When he persuades the notorious Vanessa Warren to play his girlfriend for the night, he has no idea he's stepped into the crosshairs of kidnappers who will do anything—destroy everything—to get to her.


One true thing...

Trapped in a rapidly escalating international terror plot, Dominic and Vanessa's lie becomes the only real thing in the midst of betrayals, conspiracies, and murder. As their world falls apart, they suddenly only have each other to rely on against ruthless people who will stop at nothing to achieve their goal. Who can they trust? Who is behind the plot—her own family, a political rival of her family's, or a terrorist organization? How far will the kidnappers go—what will they be willing to sacrifice—to control the power of the White House? Is there anywhere in the world where they can find safety?