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, December 27, 2015

A Tequila Bath and a #NewYearsEve #Romance

She's abandoned the idea of love and scoffs at romance. She's on a solo vacation in Belize to escape all that...then HE walks in and turns everything upside down and sideways.
Taking a peek inside Anonymity...
Welcome to the Scintillating Sunday Romance Blog Hope where multiple authors share eight paragraphs of their work that 'scintillates.' 

Excerpt of Anonymity...

"Do you trust me?" He kissed the inside of her ankle before crawling up her body like a predator about to devour his prey. 

"More than I probably should," she admitted. 

He grabbed a bottle of tequila from where he'd stashed it beneath the pillow and held it up to view once he'd reached her face. "I believe I owe you a tequila bath." 

He kissed her slowly, savoring every nuance of her lips moving against his and absorbing the intoxicating scent of the flowers surrounding them. Her fingers skimmed over his face before moving down his back with a featherlike caress that created goose bumps on his skin. 

He slid down to her breasts, poured tequila between them and licked from her abdomen up to each nipple until she squirmed beneath him. While his mouth savored her breasts, his hands pushed her panties down her legs. 

He trickled tequila over her abdomen before pouring some between her thighs. He looked at her watching him and handed her the bottle. Bending his head, he lapped up the liquor, licked, sucked, and moved his fingers in and out of her until her hips bucked with urgency. He spread her legs further apart and used his tongue to bring her to climax. 

"I need you, Luke." She tugged at his hair. 

He licked the inside of her thighs, his hands moving over every inch of her as if worshiping a Goddess, before lifting to her face and kissing her breathless. 

From the back cover...


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Alyssa McNeil is through with romance. In Belize on a solo vacation designed to make her forget that her ex is marrying someone else on New Year's Eve, she's determined to break free of her comfort zone. Meeting Luke Picket falls perfectly into her plans for indulging fantasy, letting go of inhibition, and having uncomplicated fun under the sun. Falling in love with him is definitely not on the agenda.

Luke Picket is more than happy to go along with her idea of a no strings, first-name only weeklong fling. He embraces his solo lifestyle and can't see that changing any time soon. When they find themselves trekking through the jungle and facing turbulent seas together, the feelings he'd fought so hard to avoid in his life start stirring in his closed-off permanent bachelor heart.   

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?

**Anonymity is book one of the Wanderlust Series, which is a series of romance adventure novels written as stand-alone books. In future series, some characters may make cameo appearances, but all are true stand-alone novels.





 


What some reviews say...

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5.0 out of 5 stars
Anonymity, excellent read!, February 9, 2014
By 
Kristina Larson

Great love story! I could feel the characters' "electric chemistry" jump right out of the pages...couldn't put the book down! Definitely rates up there as one of the best romance books I've ever read! A must read for anyone who loves romance(:

5.0 out of 5 stars
Passion Filled Vacation, January 29, 2014
By 
Pamela (Toronto, ON)

Amber Lea Easton ("Easton") truly shines when it comes to giving her readers exactly what they want when it comes to romance; a novel full of passion and hot hot sex; and characters (both lead and supporting) who you'll fall in love with; all on a sandy beach with crystal-clear blue water as far as the eye can see. The author wields a terrific and engaging story, even thought-provoking at times, that's full of fun and desire that leaves you not only wishing it was you on that beach, but you who's being screwed hard against a palm tree by one very hot and sexy male specimen like Luke.

This is the second novel of Easton's I've read and it will most definitely not be my last. I was actually sad when the story ended; that it wasn't longer than 186 pages as I couldn't get enough. Thoughts of getting on a plane heading towards a tropical beach is all I can think of - that, and a palm tree.

5.0 out of 5 stars
Excellent romance, December 26, 2013
By 
ChristophFischerBooks
"Anonymity" by Amber Lea Easton is a great holiday romance, set in Belize between Christmas and New Year - coincidentally the same time that I read the novel.
Reading the novel about a no-strings attached one week fling between Alyssa and Luke was the perfect escapism, just like a sweet dream. The two make a pact not to talk about their real lives: What happens in Belize, stays in Belize. Or does it?
Sunshine, water, sex and jungle adventures are part of this fun-filled and lovely story. Besides the great main characters there are a few really well chosen others, such as the bar tender Rosie and Savannah, who also has the hots for Luke.
Well written and easy on the proverbial eye this is a very enjoyable and entertaining read that should please a wide audience.

5.0 out of 5 stars
The perfect romance with more than I thought possible, December 22, 2013
By 
Reviews by Molly

Thank you Amber Lea Easton for completely capturing the essence of romance. You have, yet again, set the bar high. This was the perfect book. The main characters were strong and well developed and I felt like I was in Belize. The best surprise was the connection to the secondary characters. I fell in love with Rosie and found myself rooting for Savannah. What a great story about new beginnings and living the way we all dream of.




Wednesday, December 23, 2015

It's Not All Ho-Ho-Ho and Mistletoe #holidays #life

 Guess what? For some people, this isn't the happiest time of year.

While most talk about gifts and parties and whine about family who may or may not be joining, there are many people who don't have money for gifts, have no parties to attend, and maybe can't afford to visit family--or perhaps they have no family. If they seem sad or distracted, however, they're told to cheer up and "get in the spirit."

What does that mean? The spirit of Christmas? I believe it's about love, pure and simple. Some, however, seem to disagree with me about what love means. Is it seeing how much you can spend so that your kids can brag to their friends about all the awesome gifts they received? Shh...let's not worry about the cost or the fact that we probably can't afford it because we must--no matter the consequences--maintain an image! Or is it being compassionate and understanding to those around you who may be going through a dark time? It's Jesus's birthday...what do you think his answer would be? 

All too often people misjudge those who are struggling to be happy amidst dire circumstances or scrambling to make ends meet. They only want to slap a bow on a shiny facade and keep the energy upbeat at all times, especially this time of year. No, no...now is not the time to be sad! Slap on the smile and get with the holiday program! 

What they don't realize is that dismissive attitude is damaging to the people who are honestly terrified about paying their rent this month, scared about their health prognosis, guilty about not being able to buy their children presents, who are dumping out all their valuables and hauling them to a pawn shop to try to survive one... more... month, and depressed because they're measuring themselves against an illusion.

Hey, c'mon, it's December! Tsk-tsk-don't be a downer with all that real life crap. 'Tis the month to suspend reality and be happy, happy, happy! Over-commit! Over-promise! Over-spend! Who cares? It's December!

Life isn't all ho-ho-ho and mistletoe. Sure, we'd all like it to be. We all want to be around the fun person, the people who have it all together, and are excelling in life. We'd like to be singing carols around the clock and be giddy with joy. Who wouldn't? (For the record, I have been sort of annoying with singing carols around the house.) But the fact is that some people dread this time of year because they know it will mean more pressure rather than more love. 

They fear being judged by others for what they simply cannot produce. Perhaps they're dumping drawers out to find enough money to pay for half a tank of gas to get them to work--they can't send out Christmas cards or buy their kid's teacher a gift because day-to-day living consumes every last cent they have. Do we look at them with love or condemnation? Perhaps a little judgment because--you know--they had a calendar and, hello, it's December! Why didn't they add a third job into their already overworked life to prepare for this month? 

Or maybe they've gotten their final disconnect notice for the electric bill so aren't too concerned about putting up their Christmas lights--yet the neighbors scoff at them for being a Scrooge. Look at them, not in the spirit. What grumps.

Or perhaps they cry when hanging ornaments because some are sentimental and remind them of deceased loved ones who are no longer there--and they are incredibly lonely. They ache down deep in their soul because those ornaments remind them of happier times that will never come again, at least not with those people who are forever gone. So they decide to not get a tree this year. And then they are asked every day, "Why don't you have your tree up yet? Do you have your tree up yet? Can you afford a tree? Why are you so sad? When are you going to move on? Snap out of it--it's Christmas! The happiest time of the year! Get a tree, you'll feel better." 

I used to get really excited about the annual Christmas photo paired with a card. I loved it. I would pour over the right pictures, hand write each one, and rush them to the post office the week after Thanksgiving. I was on it! But I haven't been able to afford Christmas cards plus postage for the past three years--and I've been depressed due to the constant struggle of being an only parent, having a kid in college, and running two businesses on top of dealing with health problems. Life, in other words, sidetracked me. Do people think we don't care, that we've crossed them off the list? Probably. People seem to take everything personally these days rather thinking, "Hmm...I hope that single mom who's keeping it all going by herself is okay. Maybe I should call to say hi." Instead, it's almost easier to think the worst, to be insulted. But the truth is much, much different--it usually is.

Love is what this time of year is supposed to be about--not things, not past grievences or petty misunderstandings, or judgements based on pure perception rather than any kind of real knowledge. Saying "happy holidays" or "Merry Christmas" or whatever makes you happy is fine--it's all good. Every kind greeting comes from a positive place. I've been saying "happy holidays" for decades because, to me, it encompasses the next two weeks! Now suddenly there are memes on Facebook acting like it's the most offensive thing on the planet to say. What the hell is happening? There is no war on Christmas, there is, however, a war on humanity and compassion.

When my kids were babies, I'd sometimes wrap empty boxes to pose them for Christmas photos early--like in October--so that we had the cards ready to send out at Thanksgiving. The presents looked fancy and perfect and created a stunning background...but they were empty. They were props. So be careful when comparing yourself to someone else's pretty bow and glitzy packaging...because it really is what's on the inside that matters.

Show some love this season. Be love. Exude it. Be a gift to all those you encounter because you don't know what their truth is...you really don't.

Happy holidays, Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Yule, and Happy New Year! (and don't be pissed off if I forgot the one greeting you prefer--it wasn't personal--just accept my kind intention)

Peace to you. 
A. 


Sunday, December 20, 2015

Dangerously Sexy Duplicity #ScintillatingSunday #Romance

Hunted by human traffickers
Betrayed by those closest to her
Trapped on a small Caribbean island
Her only hope is a seriously sexy boat captain with secrets of his own
Duplicity
Welcome to the Scintillating Sunday Blog Hop where multiple romance and erotic romance authors share eight paragraphs of their work to tempt and tantalize. Enjoy this peek inside Duplicity.

Excerpt...


"I'm not one of the nice guys who play fair," he warned. 

"Who said I liked nice guys?" She reached for the snap of his jeans and pulled it open. "And why in the hell do you think I play fair?"

He smiled, reached for the neckline of her shirt, ripped it down the center, and tossed the pieces of fabric aside. Without hesitating, he dipped his head and nibbled her neck while his hands claimed her bare breasts. 

She arched upward, craving skin-on-skin, needing the feel of his hard body pressing into hers. The sea breeze kissed her nude torso, the coolness contrasting sharply with the heat of his mouth on her flesh. 

She mimicked him by reaching up to the neckline of his already torn t-shirt and ripping it off of him. Shreds of material blew away in the wind. Sinking her teeth into his shoulder, she moved her hands frantically over his wide back. The more she felt, the more she hungered for more of him, all of him. 

In a daze of whiskey and desire, she dropped the back of her head onto the cool surface of the boat as his mouth claimed her breast. Eyes open, she stared at the stars and sighed when he dipped a hand inside her shorts. 

"We should go to the bedroom," he muttered against her mouth. "We might fall overboard."

"I can swim." She smiled against his mouth. 

From the back cover...


Nothing bad happens in paradise...or does it?

Lexi Dubois is in trouble. On Grand Cayman for business, she discovers the company she's been working for is funding a human trafficking ring—and the money trail leads back to her. Scared for her life, she charters a boat for a week to hide from the men on the small island who want her dead and to buy time to find enough evidence to take them down. The last thing she expects—or wants—is a torrid affair with the hot captain and dive master.

Larry Gibbon has been running a charter dive boat operation in Grand Cayman for years. He's seen it all—and done his share of creating havoc. But when a mysterious woman charters his boat for a week—alone—he has no idea what trouble she's bringing aboard.

The ocean is vast and unforgiving, but will Larry's knowledge of the Cayman Islands and Lexi's relentless determination to survive be enough to save them?

**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, December 13, 2015

Hot Exotic #Romance Adventure in Costa Rica #ScintillatingSunday

Two best friends realize that maybe--just maybe--the love they've been looking for has been within arm's reach the entire time. 
Proximity
Welcome to he Scintillating Sunday Blog Hop where multiple romance and erotic romance authors share eight paragraphs of their work that they find 'scintillating.' Here's a peek inside the action-packed and sizzling hot romance adventure, Proximity. 

Excerpt...

She strode after him and caught him as he was stepping out the front door. "What the hell was that?"

He looked at her, his slow grin adding fuel to the fire burning in her gut. "If I need to tell you, then I guess I didn't do it right."

"Bill, I swear to God you've lost all sense," she whispered.

"Maybe it's the opposite."

She frowned. "I don't know what that means."

"There's the problem. Right there." He grabbed her by the shoulders, kicked the door closed and ground his mouth against hers again. Reckless desire communicated itself through the ferocity of his kiss.

She pressed against him, overcome with need and confusion. She matched his passion with her own, no longer thinking about what was right or wrong. Every inch of her skin quivered with awareness.


They fell against the wall, tripped over a low table, and collapsed against the floor in a tangle of limbs. Body heat ignited from the inside out, making the short dress she wore feel constricting even as it rode up her thighs. She writhed against him, peeled his shirt up his back and sunk her fingernails into his skin.

From the back cover...

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.



Sunday, December 6, 2015

What would you give up for love? #ScintillatingSunday #RomanceReaders

She's torn between the man she loves and 
the responsibilities pulling her away from him...
In Between
Book one of the two part contemporary romance series, Dancing Barefoot
Come away to Italy, where Jacques and Jessica's epic love story begins

Welcome to the Scintillating Sunday Blog Hop where romance and erotic romance authors come together to share 8 paragraphs of their work that 'scintillates.' Here's a peek inside In Between...

Excerpt...

"I'm not going to be able to say goodbye to you either," he whispered against her hair, his words sobering her. "You know that, don't you?"

She did know that. With a sigh, she twisted her head and kissed him, her hair tangling between their lips.

"Stay with me, Jessica. We can make it work," he whispered against her lips.

"Wrong time to ask me anything." She moved her hips with him still inside of her and grinned.

"Best time. Tell me that you'll stay, even if it's a lie." His fingers tangled in the strands of her hair that tossed in the wind.

"I'll stay," she said because she wanted it to be true. For this one minute of time she wanted it all—Jacques, his free lifestyle, embracing being an artist, his crazy friends, all of it.

He slipped himself from her, turned her around, and yanked her hard against his chest. "We can make this work, all you need to do is believe in us."


Oh, she believed in him. She'd seen him at work, witnessed his passion, knew he could accomplish anything he dreamed. That wasn't the problem, not even close.

From the back cover...


In between responsibilities and dreams...

Jessica Moriarty has always played by the rules, but for once in her life, she's doing exactly as she pleases. In between graduate school and 'real life', she's in Florence, Italy, indulging her love of art and abandoning inhibitions.

Meeting Jacques Sinclair rocks her off center. Whereas rules and living up to expectations have dictated her life, he is the opposite. A rebel. A photographer. A man who lives for the moment. He sweeps her up into a riveting romance that makes her question all she's ever believed to be true.

The drum of old commitments echo through her heart as time ticks away. Will the crush of 'real life' undermine the love she's found in between...?

This is book one of the two part Dancing Barefoot series.