Welcome to Wild and Wicked Wednesday here at Sassy Vixen Publishing. I'm "The Vixen" and I'm excited to have one of my friends, fellow Sirenista, and now fellow Muse, Amber Lea Easton here today.
"The Temptress" recently published a fantastic contemporary romance that I like to call a fantasy escape. Within the pages of
Anonymity you'll find hot, sexy beaches along with a smokin' hawt couple getting lost in each other. Think of it as a bit of Vegas in the tropics: what happens in Belize...
Get the picture? Now toss it out the window. This book is so much more. Go on. Take your seats and let Amber take you on a journey...
ANONYMITY
by Amber Lea Easton
Do you know why
I love traveling so much? No expectations, no one but my travelling companion
knows anything about me. I'm anonymous. I even have a separate wardrobe for
when I'm out of the country or simply at lower latitude. Why is that? Some may
say I'm living a lie and am more true to myself when I'm on an adventure
somewhere. Perhaps that's true to a certain degree because I'm free of
responsibility when I'm on a trip—I don't need to drive to lacrosse practice or
worry about the kids' friends' parents being shocked by my wild side. Here at
home I'm "mom" and solo entrepreneur 24/7. Sometimes a girl's just
gotta let loose!
That's the
premise behind "Anonymity." Alyssa feels trapped by convention and is
propelling herself from her comfort zone. This translates into a sizzling
weeklong affair and adventure that pushes her to reexamine who she really is
and what she truly wants for herself.
Ah, vacation! I
know Vegas coined the phrase, "what happens in Vegas, stays in
Vegas," but I think it can apply to anywhere at anytime where people are
indulging in pure fun. Maybe with age I'll start embracing my vacation persona
here at home—after all, the kids are almost off to college! I like vacation
Amber—she's a real wild child. What about you? Do you let loose when traveling
or are you the exact same as you are at home?
Anonymity
contemporary
romance/adventure, blurb...
New year; new beginnings. Alyssa McNeil is on a mission of
breaking free of her comfort zone, reinventing herself, and forgetting the fact
that her ex is getting married on New Year's Eve. She's in Belize for a week of
sun, fun, adventure, and flirtation. Meeting Luke is an unexpected
bonus…falling in love with him, though, simply isn't part of the plan.
Luke Picket is more than happy to go along with her idea
of a no strings, uncomplicated weeklong fling. He embraces his bachelor
lifestyle and can't see that changing any time soon. But when they find
themselves trekking through the jungle and facing turbulent seas together, his
hard heart starts to soften.
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?
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Excerpt
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.
About the Author
Amber Lea Easton is a multi-published author of
both nonfiction and fiction. She spent years working in journalism and
advertising with a brief detour into the financial sector. She has three
published romantic suspense novels—"Kiss Me Slowly",
"Riptide", and "Reckless Endangerment"—and a contemporary
romance novella, "Anonymity." Her memoir about surviving the suicide
of loved one, "Free Fall", published in September 2013.
Easton is also an editor and professional
speaker. Links to radio interviews can be located on her website, http://amberleaeaston.com, and her
videos about romance writing have been showcased internationally on the Writers
and Authors television network.
Easton currently lives with her two teenagers
in the Colorado Rocky Mountains. She gives thanks daily for the view outside
her window and healthy children. As long as she's writing, she considers
herself to be simply "a lucky lady liv'n the dream."
