About Moxie Girl Musings

Moxie Girl Musings is about starting over from square one after tragedy impacted my young family. It's filled with stories of triumph, struggle, snafus, hopes, and dreams. Sometimes there will be features from other writers that I like and every so often I'll include an original short story, but normally I simply write what's on my mind at the time. Welcome to my unfiltered true-life story as I figure out this thing called life. http://www.amberleaeaston.com

Sunday, June 28, 2015

Some Desires Are Worth the Risk #RomanceNovels #ScintillatingSunday

Eight scintillating paragraphs from the contemporary romance, Dancing Barefoot--book two of the two part epic romance series.

“Kiss me,” she whispered against his mouth.

“No."  His hands slid up her arms before cupping the back of her head.

"I dare you."


"I know you want to."

"I don't."

"Now who's the liar?" she asked, her teeth tugging at his lower lip.

Their mouths met in a kiss that melted her skin like candle wax, turning them into one being, one entity consumed by desire. To hell with restraint and regret. She needed this, needed him, here and now.


Success comes with a price. On the surface, Jessica Moriarty appears to have the world at her feet. An architect on the fast-track to a partnership and moving in all the right social circles, she's checking off the boxes on her to-do list. But she's living a lie. The 'perfect life' facade hides a heart filled with regret and a longing for a love she abandoned.

World-renowned photographer, Jacques Sinclair, doesn't need much to be happy. As long as he has his cameras, a backpack, and a good pair of walking shoes, he's content. No matter how far he travels, though, he can't escape the heartbreak of the one woman who'd been able to bring him to his knees.

A chance meeting brings Jacques and Jessica back together. Reunions aren't always happy—sometimes they stir up unwanted pain and forgotten passion. As they stumble their way back to one another, they're ensnared in a web of conspiracy, manipulation, and sabotage designed to keep them apart. Will they be able to break free of the ties that bind them to seize the love of a lifetime? Or will the pressure to conform rip them apart forever?

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Indulge in Wanderlust this Summer #ScintillatingSunday #RomanceNovels

Welcome to the Scintillating Sunday blog hop where multiple authors share eight paragraphs, words, or sentences that encapsulate the word 'scintillating.' C'mon! It's fun. Today I'm sharing eight paragraphs of my latest heart stopping, fun loving, romance adventure novel, Proximity. Enjoy!

"So it's true? You're still lying?" She stood then and poked him in the chest with the remainder of the pineapple stalk. "We are dive partners! I trust you with my life and you trust me with yours every damn time we go down. What could you possibly want to hide from me?"
"If I tell you, I'll lose you." He clenched his jaw but didn't break eye contact. "That's what you do, Savannah. Yes, we know each other really well, which means I know what I can and can't tell you."
"What do you mean that's what I do? Do what? You showed up at my house with Chinese take-out, all smiles and wanting to make plans to go to Denver for Alyssa and Luke's wedding—then wham you're suddenly moving to California." She gestured wide with her hands, more confused than she'd ever been about anything in her life. "Did you get bit by some Costa Rican bug and it's causing you to lose your fucking mind?"
Without hesitating, he grabbed the back of her head and ground his mouth against hers until they stumbled back against the chair and onto the railing of the balcony. The ferocity of his kiss weakened her knees and shocked her to the core.
She clenched at his shoulders for balance, conscious of leaning precariously against a bamboo railing thirty feet above the ground. Every inch of her trembled at the unexpected passion rolling from his lips and against hers.
But she liked the way he felt against her, enjoyed the way his fists pulled as he wrapped them tightly into her hair, liked the way he ground his mouth against hers until she kissed him back, thrilled at being thrown off balance and needing to cling to his strong shoulders to remain upright.
When she opened her mouth to deepen the kiss, he moaned his appreciation. The sound electrified her blood with a million tiny pinpricks of awareness that pulsated beneath her skin.

As suddenly as he'd kissed her, he let her go.


Love sometimes hides in plain sight.

Savannah is one of the boys—fun loving, adventurous, a general contractor, and dive master extraordinaire. There isn't much she takes seriously about herself, or at least that's the impression she likes to give off. Women often misjudge her based on her looks so she's gravitated toward a group of men who accept her 'as is'—her Scuba diving club.

Bill has known Savannah's wild side for years and has been comfortable playing the role of best friend. As part of the Dallas Divers, he's shared many adventures with the group from diving the Blue Hole in Belize to exploring the Great Barrier Reef in Australia. When the team heads out to Costa Rica for a series of cave dives, he knows something is off but can't justify his nerves.

Catastrophe happens shortly after their immersion in the cave. With the entrance blocked from an earthquake and separated from the rest of their team, Savannah and Bill are forced to find another way out while battling aftershocks, rising tides, and an undeniable attraction that they've ignored for too long. The question becomes, what's more dangerous...the earthquake or love?

**The Wanderlust Series consists of stand-alone adventure romance novels. Occasionally, characters from previous novels may make a cameo, but each story truly does stand on its own merits.

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Sunday, June 14, 2015

Florida Keys' Heat and Dangerous Liaisons #RomanticSuspense #ScintillatingSunday

Eight paragraphs that, to me, capture the essence of the word "scintillating" on the Scintillating Sunday blog hop--enjoy. 

A taste of Kiss Me Slowly...

“I know this is wrong. I know I shouldn’t want you so badly. I know we should be working, thinking, keeping our distance, feeling guilty for things out of our control”—his hands moved over the sides of her waist—“yet I cannot stop wanting to be inside you.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s true. You want me, too. Deny it.”

“Jon.” This wanting burned inside her chest like a hot branding iron. “I want you, too. I want you so badly, but this is insane.”
“What are you really afraid of?” He kissed her shoulder as he untied the strings of the top. “Me? Jerry? The smugglers chasing us? The cops looking for me? All of the above?”

“No.” She kissed the side of his face.

“Then what?” His mouth slid over hers. 

“Everything else.” 


Trapped in a set-up that could have him in jail or dead by Monday, Jonathan Alexander trusts no one in his inner circle. It’s Saturday. His only hope is Grace Dupont, the best forensic accountant in Miami. But there’s a glitch with that idea. She’s also his ex-girlfriend who'd rather watch him drown than throw him a life vest. Going to her feels desperate…because he is.

Grace enjoys seeing Jonathan squirm. On your knees boy, she thinks as he pitches for her help. Always a sucker for the dark-haired-blue-eyed boys, she risks her precariously balanced life of secrets to help him. Helping him slaps a target on her back–she’s the key to proving his innocence and that’s a bad, bad thing.

Tangled up in a whirlwind of conspiracy, murder, million dollar money trails and diamond smuggling, Jonathan and Grace flee to the sea to stall for time to prove his innocence. Romance sizzles beneath Florida Keys’ sunshine. Both scoff at happy endings. Both doubt justice. Both know each kiss could be their last.

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Friday, June 12, 2015

Coming Home to Myself #Inspiration #Life

Sometimes the noise becomes deafening and all a person can do is tune it out.

2015 has been full of noise. I've dealt with severe health issues, the loss of more so-called friends, the death of my dog who had been my companion for 12 years, financial challenges more daunting than any other time in my life, and the 10 year anniversary of my husband's death only a few a weeks ago. Like a boulder sliding down the side of a mountain sending tiny rocks slamming to the earth in front of it, everything I'd fought for these past 10 years felt as if it were crumbling all around me.

So I went away.

I walked alone on a beach and inhaled salt air. I sat on the sand for hours simply watching waves stroke the shore and birds coast against the wind. Tears came uninvited as if some invisible faucet had been turned on deep inside and I didn't have access to the shut-off valve. I didn't bother to wipe them away--only the ocean witnessed the break.

Ten years...those two words haunted me. Ten years of scrambling to keep the house, guiding my daughter through severe anxiety issues after Sean's suicide, juggling the life of an only parent with two active kids, fighting to stay sane in the midst of overwhelming grief and fear of the future, writing novels and building a business. Ten years of being judged for having shot nerves, not sleeping, being alone, dropping a few balls here and there, not making the ends meet all of the time.

Do more, be more...you're letting everyone down. (My brother's words)


At twilight I would see elderly couples walking into the amazing sunset and I'd become wistful--will I ever have someone holding my hand again?

And I walked...and sat...and watched more birds...and slowly I realized that I enjoyed the solitude. I felt at peace with who I am. Unbidden, the sea whispered to me, "you're still here, you're still alive, you've made it this far, be proud of yourself, embrace your life." 

I breathed in that sea air and left with a renewed sense of purpose.

Lake Shrine (Ghandi's ashes in background), Santa Monica, CA
Tentative serenity in tact, I returned to hold my dear dog while he died, manage car repairs, released two books, and moved my daughter home from college---all within a week. The fragile peace I'd claimed on the beach evaporated with a low-grade hum of stress while self-doubt whispered, "you're failing, you're not keeping it together, you're deluding yourself, you never should have gone on that trip."

My good friend called and said, "Come to LA...I miss you."

So I went...or fled...desperate to find that glimmer of the old me I'd found on the beach.

Over wine, laughter, and Pacific air, I realized that those doubts and fears never belonged to me. They belonged to the naysayers and the haters--those who scream my faults while whispering my praises. And my friend reminded me of something else--that woman with the big dreams and the confidence who acted fearless in her 20's is alive and well inside this 40 something woman today.

I had never lost it...had never lost myself...I'd simply tuned out.

Tragedy, losses, challenges upon challenges have overshadowed the fact that I raised two amazing young adults who are confident human beings. I've allowed others' judgment of my journey to impact my confidence. I've confided in the wrong people out of fear of being alone--but the reality is I enjoy my own company and always have. I've apologized for expressing my feelings--why? 

I laughed at the realization, the sound bubbling up from deep within my soul and freeing me from the cage I'd created. I came home.

I came home to myself for the first time in over 10 years. I took off my wedding rings that I'd been wearing on my right hand. I stopped caring about the people who can't find it in their hearts to give a shit about me because I deserve better than that. I remembered that I am a fighter and am not going to give up anytime soon. I've accomplished a helluva lot on my own and am damn proud of it.

I stopped wondering if I'd find another man to love because I finally fell in love with myself.

I happily embrace my struggles and own my journey. I claim my accomplishments with pride. No longer will I shy away from the light or apologize for protecting my boundaries.

I have a lot of life left to live. I liked wandering that beach alone. I enjoyed hanging out with an old friend who reminded me that I have always been an ambitious dreamer who lived on the edge. This is who I am.

Amber Lea Easton is a multi-published author of romantic thrillers, contemporary romance, women's fiction, and nonfiction. In addition, she is a professional editor and mother of two extraordinary human beings. She currently lives in a small cabin high in the Rocky Mountains where she is completely aware of how lucky she is. To find out more about her books, please visit http://www.amberleaeaston.com