Jessica Moriarty appears to have it all—a successful career as an architect, a loyal group of friends, a gorgeous apartment, and an on-again-off-again affair with Boston’s most eligible bachelor. Behind this “perfect life” façade, Jessica hides the loss she feels over giving up her dream career as an artist, copes with a destructive relationship with her alcoholic mother, and struggles with heartbreak over a lost love.
Jacques Sinclair only needs his cameras, a backpack, and a good pair of walking shoes. A world-renowned photographer, he is a man without boundaries. Despite fame and fortune, he still yearns for the woman who shattered his heart when she vanished from his life five years ago.
A chance meeting brings Jacques and Jessica back together. Reunions aren’t always planned or welcomed, but chemistry has a way of revealing what is denied. Ensnared in a web of sabotage and conspiracy—carefully constructed by people who want to control their lives—Jacques and Jessica struggle to trust each other, break free from the status quo, reclaim their love, and build a life of extraordinary possibility.
- Released: May 22, 2014
- Genre: Contemporary Romance Drama/Women’s Fiction
- Heat Level: Steamy
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
About the Amber Lea Easton
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 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.”
Easton also publishes under the name Dakota Skye who has one paranormal erotic romance, Blurred Lines, currently available and another, Deadly Decadence, due out in the fall of 2014.
- Amazon Author Page viewAuthor.at/AmberLeaEaston
- Author website: http://www.amberleaeaston.com
- Facebook: http://www.Facebook.com/AuthorAmberLeaEaston
- Twitter: http://www.Twitter.com/MtnMoxieGirl
Excerpt from Dancing Barefoot
“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?”
“What do you want?”
“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.
“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.