Thursday, August 9, 2012

Thursday Thirteen with Amber Lea Easton

It's Thursday again and you know what that means, another first thirteen sentences from a fabulous novel. Author Amber Lea Easton is here today with the opening lines from her new release Riptide. For those of you who followed her over from Lia Michael's page The House of Taboo and my sister blog Behind Closed Doors know this book is positively SMOKIN' hot and filled with nail biting suspense to boot. True to form, Amber grabs our attention right from the start.

Before we get to her Thursday Thirteen, here's the blurb...

One violent night shatters Lauren Biltmore’s life. As an anchorwoman, she's accustomed to reporting the news rather than being the lead story. She escapes the spotlight by fleeing to her brother's home in the Cayman Islands. Haunted by nightmares, all she wants is a distraction from reality.

Distraction arrives via sexy screenwriter Noah Reynolds. His take-me-to-bed looks mask a past ripe with scandal. He knows he should stay away from Lauren, especially when the worst night of her life unlocks his writer's block and while he's dealing with a stalker of his own, but ethics are his weakness.

Attraction sizzles beneath Caribbean sunshine. As their relationship grows, Noah's stalker intensifies her torment. Lauren wonders if her paranoia is justified or a carryover from her past. What's real? What's imagined?

Tentative trust is tested as their love is swept up against a riptide of deceit, murder, and revenge.

Well, my fellow vixens, are you intrigued? Want a bit more? Here's the opening of Easton's Riptide.

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Lauren couldn’t go fast enough to drown out the doubts that screeched in her brain. 

Water sprayed her face as she steered the Jet Ski into a sharp turn, arm muscles quaking with the force of her grip on the handlebars as she drove full throttle. Wet hair smacked against her face and neck. She tasted salt on her lips. The sun burned her bare skin. Her legs held firm as the Jet Ski went airborne before landing hard against the surface of the crystal clear Caribbean Sea. 

Every instinct screamed mistake. Taking a leave of absence after the attack had made sense, but now, no matter how she looked at it, retreating to her brother’s house on Grand Cayman equaled running away. 

She hated thinking of herself as someone who ran away. 

As a news anchor in Atlanta, she’d been accustomed to reporting the news rather than being the lead story. She simply hadn’t been able to handle the spotlight shining so brightly into her private life, or seeing judgment—whether real or imagined—in everyone’s eyes. Barely out of physical therapy, she’d attempted to go back for a few weeks after being released from the hospital, but the camera’s red light had seemed accusing. Murderer, it blinked at her. Murderer.

Murderer? Our heroine thinks of herself as a murderer? Now I have to read this book! Who's with me? Just click on the link below the book cover and you can get your very own copy. You don't have to wait for it to get to Amazon or Barnes and Noble, they have all formats for ebook readers and instructions on how to download them. 

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