Amber Lea Easton is a multi-published fiction nonfiction author. For twenty years, she's worked in the fields of journalism and advertising with a brief detour into the financial industry. Although she holds a BA in Communications & Journalism, she is a perpetual student of life who enjoys taking post-graduate courses on a wide variety of subjects when time allows. Smart is sexy, according to EAston, which is why she writes about strong female characters who have their flaws and challenges, but who ultimately persevere.
Easton currently lives with her two teenagers in the Colorado Rocky Mountains where she gives thanks daily for the gorgeous view outside er window. She finds inspiration from traveling, the people she meets, nature and life's twist and turns. At the end of the day, as long as she's writing, she considers herself to be simply "a lucky lady liv'n the dream."
Author: Amber Lea Easton
Length: 98,000 words
Genres: Contemporary Romantic Suspense (Adventure)
Heat Level: Steamy
Tell us about your book:
Riptide is a story about one woman starting her life over after one violent night shatters everything she’s ever known to be true. She doesn’t trust easily--and that goes for herself, too. In the Cayman Islands, she hopes to distract herself from reality with six weeks of no-strings-uncomplicated sex with sexy screenwriter Noah Reynolds. But he’s more complicated than she knows because he’s dealing with a stalker of his own. Soon Lauren begins wondering what’s real, what’s imagined, what’s merely paranoia from her past...Her resolve not to get too involved dissolves when she recognizes a kindred spirit in Noah. Love crashes up against a revenge plot. Tentative trust battles with betrayal.
How long did it take to write the book?
Well, that’s a tricky answer because I wrote this quite awhile ago, shelved it, published other things, came back to it and revised it to its current state. Normally, it takes me around six months from start to finish when writing, that includes revisions. I’m much more efficient now that I have deadlines looming.
What inspired you to write the book?
Riptide is loosely based on a true life experience that I had with a stalker when I was in my 20s. I say “loosely based” because what happened to Lauren is much more severe than what I survived. However, I utilized those emotions to fuel the storyline. Reviewers have said that it reads like a true crime novel or something ripped from the headlines and I suppose it does mimic those things, in a way.
Talk about the writing process. Did you have a writing routine? Did you do any research, and if so, what did that involve?
I did more research for Kiss Me Slowly, my previous romantic suspense novel about diamond smuggling and forensic accounting. I am obviously not a diamond smuggler (uh-hem) so needed to do research on that, on Homeland Security, etcetera. With Riptide, I didn’t need to do much research. I’ve visited the Cayman Islands, had experience with some of the material and, well, the steam factor is a given. Ha.
What do you hope your readers come away with after reading your book?
The knowledge that hope and love are truly the most powerful emotions we have as human beings. In Riptide, Lauren learns to trust herself again, learns that hope triumphs over past baggage and that love triumphs over adversity.
Excerpt from Riptide:
Surrendering, she leaned her head against his shoulder and held on as if her life depended on it. When he wrapped his arms around her, she closed her eyes. He felt like a safe haven in a storm.
“When you look at me, do you think about why I’m here or what I’ve done like Larry does? Tell me the truth,” she whispered against his neck.
“No, I don’t. That’s the truth.” Fingers on her chin, he tilted her face up to look at him. “I see a beautiful woman who’s my friend’s sister and who I’ve been having elicit fantasies about for nearly forty-eight hours even though I know it’s a bad idea.”
“It is a bad idea.” She stared into his eyes as if trying to see his soul. She needed at least one person in this world who didn’t think of her as damaged. “You don’t know me. You don’t know what I’m capable of. I saw the way you looked at me back there. You were wondering if I’d snap.”
“Because a man had been shot next to you, not because of your past. Damn it, I’m shaken up myself.” He pressed his forehead against hers. “You tried to protect me, wanted me to tamper with evidence, that’s sexy as hell.”
She grinned despite the weight that had fallen on her shoulders. “I wanted to see what was in the envelope.”
“Ahh...so you were driven by curiosity.” His thumb traced the curve of her lower lip. “You’re one helluva woman, Lauren Biltmore.”
“You don’t know me.” She looped her hands around his neck and leaned closer. Damn, the man felt like heaven. “Is someone trying to hurt you, Noah?”
In the darkness, it was hard to tell if the shadows across his face were caused by clouds over the moon or unspoken emotion.
“No one’s trying to hurt me.” His grin seemed fake. “Let’s get you back to Austin’s.”
She held him when he would have stepped back. “You’re lying.”
He pushed his hands through her hair, gaze scanning her face. “Like you said, I don’t know you, and you don’t know me. Maybe it’s best if we stop this before it goes any further. You don’t need my kind of trouble in your life right now.”
“Maybe your kind of trouble is exactly what I need.” She kissed him because the adrenaline surging through her body needed release, and he was the perfect outlet.
He matched her intensity with a fierceness that weakened her knees. She sagged against him, hands clinging to his shoulders for support. Trouble or not, the man kissed like a porn star. Damn, he melted the skin from her bones with every stroke of his tongue against hers.
Her hands roamed over his shoulders to his back. She pressed closer, craving skin on skin. One thought and one thought only penetrated her mind...sex. She wanted him inside her. Now. Fast. To hell with the consequences.
Together they fell against the sand with laughter tangled between their lips. Somewhere between fleeing a crime scene and kissing, fear had transitioned to passion. She needed his touch, his mouth, his body heavy against hers. Desire consumed every cell of her body.
“We’re the most unethical people I know,” he said against her mouth. “I shouldn’t be proud of that, but strangely I am.”
“Take me back to Austin’s. Stay with me.” She caught his lip lightly between her teeth and stared into his eyes.
His hand slid beneath her skirt and up her thigh. “I don’t know if we’re good or bad for each other. I’m not thinking clearly at all around you, making bad decisions, dragging you along with me.”
“I’m going willingly.” She nipped his neck, her hands smoothing down his back before grabbing his ass. “We have too many clothes on.”
“And we’re on a beach within view of anyone who happens to walk by and look closely enough.” He laughed against the side of her face. “Let me take you home.”
“And you’ll stay with me?” She kissed him again, unwilling to let him go. He felt too damn good pressing her into the cool sand at her back.
His kiss softened and teased as his hand caressed her naked thigh beneath the skirt, his thumb moving over her panties. She hungered for him like a woman coming off a diet craved chocolate.
“I’m such a bastard,” he whispered before rolling off of her and covering his face with his hands. “I can’t do this. It’s not right.”
The abruptness of his absence rattled her. They laid side-by-side, their breathing labored and a sea of stars above them.
“Do what? Me? Us? What can’t you do?” she asked even though she didn’t want to talk. No, talking was the furthest thing from her agenda.
“I can’t be the man you need me to be.” He sat up and looked toward the ocean. “That’s just how it is. I’m not a good guy. It’s for the best. Trust me.”
Where can we go to buy your book?
BARNES AND NOBLE: http://bit.ly/QKiZM8
Any other links or info you'd like to share?
Yes, please follow my Facebook and/or Twitter page to stay tuned for my next releases coming soon.
Twitter @MtnMoxieGirlAlso, for all of my writing information, including the nonfiction work and book trailers, visit my website at http://www.amberleaeaston.com
You can find out more about Amber Lea Easton, Riptide and her World of Ink Author/Book Tour at http://tinyurl.com/a2azncg