Book Tour Stop: Reckless Endangerment by Amber Lea Easton

Please welcome Amber on her book tour today. She's sharing her latest release, Reckless Endangerment, with us and also a few secrets ;) Be sure to enter the rafflecopter below to win a $25.00 Amazon Gift Card. Contest is tour-wide and ends July 12. Must be 18 years of age or older to enter.

For the benefit of the readers please tell us your name and where you live now?

I'm Amber Lea Easton and I live SW of Denver, Colorado, in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains.

First off, how has your week been?

It's been great, thanks for asking! A little hectic as we have a lot of wildfires burning very close to us. As I answer these questions, slurry bombers carrying flame retardant are flying over my house along with news' helicopters.  So how come it's great, you ask? Because our house is still standing when many aren't and I have full faith in the fire fighters. It's all going to be okay. (as I sip from my full wine glass...)  

Eeek! Sending prayers your way. Wine always helps! So did you always want to be a writer? If not what did you want to be?

Yes, I've always wanted to be a writer—and an FBI agent, a pilot, a tour guide, an architect, a marketing executive...you get the idea. Being a writer allows me to experience many different professions through the eyes of my characters, which is truly a blessing.  I started writing stories in notebooks when I was 9 years old, became a reporter in my adult life, and am now fortunate enough to be an author.

Please tell us about your current release.

Reckless Endangerment is a romantic suspense novel whose plot was born from real world headlines regarding post traumatic stress disorder in war vets and human trafficking.  I don't want to repeat the blurb too much, but, essentially, it's about a marine returning home from Afghanistan who's wounded, unsure of his role as 'citizen', and not too sure he's up for being married anymore.  He met his wife, Hope Shane, in a war zone where she worked as a correspondent. Now she's back in Denver, waiting for him, and working as an investigative reporter entangled in a human trafficking story. Hope is a fighter who's not about to give up on her marriage or the innocent victims affected by the human trafficking ring. Their love is tested by Michael's recovery and the danger of her story.  It's really a story about heroes—those who fall, rise, and somehow find the courage to persevere.

It sounds amazing. Being married to an ex-soldier, I love stories like these. Where did you come up with the idea to write your book?

A few different things inspired this story. I'd seen news stories about soldiers with PTSD, their struggles with adapting back to civilian life, their nightmares, etcetera. I also attended a documentary about human trafficking across the world, became involved in the Colorado awareness chapter, and feel passionate about the issue on a global scale. From these two things, the idea of Colonel Michael Cedars and Hope Shane was born. I made them a married couple trying to hold it all together because, yes, I've been there, too.

What was the hardest part of writing your book?

It's an extremely emotional story. There were times when I'd finish writing and feel like a zombie. It took a lot out of me, truly.

Are your books available as eBooks? Were you involved in that process at all? Do you read eBooks or is it paper all the way?

All of my novels are available in both paperback and ebooks. I read both. I have a kindle, which is convenient when I travel or when I'm sitting at a kids' sports practice, but I still love the paperbacks. There's something about the feel of a good book in your hands that ebooks simply can't replicate.

My favourite books are paperbacks thought I spend more time reading ebooks. But I just love picking up a book that I've read sooo many times and holding it. It's easily as good as comfort food. So back to your story, what does your protagonist think about you? Would they want to hang out with you, their author and creator?

I think Hope and I would cause a lot of trouble together.  She'd like me because I'm also a feisty female who doesn't give up easily.  I can see us having drinks together, laughing too loudly, and being not only good friends, but the kind of friends you can be authentic with.

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

Aside from bringing awareness to PTSD and human trafficking, I want people to take away that love and hope can truly conquer any adversity in life.

A wonderful message! So to round things up would you share a deep dark secret about you with us?

I'm a performing belly dancer—I absolutely love to dance.  Not many people know I do it outside of my dance troupe, but it really connects me with my body, my fellow women in the group, and makes me feel invincible.  Seriously, not many people in my daily life know I get all dressed up in veils and bling and dance—the perk of being near a big city, I guess.

Sounds fantastic! What a great secret to have! Thank you so much for joining me today, Amber. Now you all must read on for a great excerpt!

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Amber Lea Easton is a multi-published cross genre author of romantic suspense, action adventure, mystery thrillers and new adult (coming in summer 2013). Her current releases cross all boundaries and appeal to a wide audience. If you love a clever plot, action that will leave you breathless, riveting characters and sexy love scenes, her books will appeal to you. "Smart is sexy," Easton says, which is why she focuses on smart heroines who always have a lot to lose yet find the courage to face their fears to overcome adversity. She's an avid reader of all genres or "whatever turns her on in the moment".

Easton grew up in Hartford, South Dakota, where she spent her time daydreaming of big adventures over the horizon under a giant blue South Dakota sky. Now living in Colorado, she's an avid traveler who incorporates her real life travels into her novels as much as possible (minus the illegal activities her characters become immersed in--she swears). To her, setting is another character in the novel and often serves as an inspiration. Love is her motivation for all things--whether it be writing, traveling, playing with her dogs or hanging with her two teenagers--if it's not done with love, then what's the point?

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“I can’t do this on my own,” she said so quietly he wondered if she’d actually spoken.  She sat on the edge of the bed, her face pale and eyes full of unshed tears.  “I’m faking it every day.  Please, Michael, I don’t know whether I should smack you, scream at you or kiss you to bring you back.”

“Don’t cry for me.” Seeing her like this threw him off.  He preferred the irreverent spitfire who would go toe-to-toe with him any day.  He’d wanted to spare her pain, but it was obvious he had inflicted more.  

“It was never hard for us, not even in a war zone.  We met and—wham—that was that. We made it work.”

He leaned back in his chair and stared at her.  She wore a black dress that rose up on her thigh when she crossed her legs.  Black leather boots went to her knees.  Hair cascaded around her shoulders, lush lips frowned and eyes glistened.

“You’re not okay, are you?” he asked. “Despite your badass looks, you haven’t healed, have you?  Have you talked to anyone or just stayed in perpetual motion?”


“What do you think?”  Her lips twisted in a self-deprecating grin.

“I think we’re too much alike.”  He grinned despite the circumstances.  

“I wouldn’t presume to feel the same as you do.” She dragged the back of her hand across her cheek without meeting his gaze.  “Things happened that you don’t know about...and now isn’t the right time...but you’re right that I understand you.”

He nodded slowly, not taking his gaze from her face.  Anger long gone, heartache remained.  All words sounded inadequate in his brain.  He wondered what had happened that she hadn’t written about, wondered if he would ever know.  Sorrow clung to her.  He had not only failed as a husband, but also as a friend.  

They had once been the best of friends.

“What do we know about being married?” she asked, her gaze focused on a distant spot on the tiled floor.  “Maybe you’re right.  I’m a mess.  You’re a disaster.  Neither one of us is being honest.”  She met his gaze.  “We’re just a couple of liars who enjoyed the danger of sneaking around in a war zone.  We’re the good story without a happy ending that we’ll think about when we’re old and alone.”

He winced.  He deserved that. Hell, he’d been singing the same song.  It felt like a boulder crushed his chest as he waited for the final blow.  

Heroes come in many forms--soldiers who fall and rise, ordinary people doing extraordinary things, women who battle for their marriage, reporters who fight for truth and justice, and men who put it all on the line for the women they love.

Sometimes heroes fall.

Colonel Michael Cedars is a decorated war hero returning home from Afghanistan. Wounded, unsure if he’ll walk again, he’s not sure how he fits in civilian life, and he definitely questions if he wants to remain married to the feisty redhead he married a world away.

Hope Shane’s never been one to play it safe. She met the Colonel while working as a war correspondent, fell in love with the man in uniform, watched him get blown up, and isn’t willing to give up on him now.

Back in Denver, Colorado, she’s working as an investigative reporter who becomes entangled in a human trafficking story. As the danger of her story intensifies, Michael is tested more than he ever imagined. Will he be able to see beyond what he’s lost to embrace what remains? Is he still the man she married or has he become a liability that could get her killed? Is he still the hero she claims him to be? Will her reckless pursuit of justice endanger the life they’ve pieced together?

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

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Book Spotlight: Last Call by Sarah Ballance

I'm welcoming Sarah to my blog today who is sharing a nail-biting excerpt from her romantic suspense novel, Last Call. This is getting added to my TBR list!!

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In a perilous game of trust, a shocking betrayal deals a dangerous hand.


An accidental witness to a murder-for-hire, ex-cop Rhys Clark becomes the target of ruthless killer—one determined to silence her at any cost. Playing dead seems to be the most likely way to stay alive, but when her protection comes in the form of mega-sexy former adversary Nick Massey, Rhys can think of  a few fates worse than death.


Nick Massey may have walked away from his troubles, but he never got past wanting Rhys. Once paired undercover, they’d been nothing but fireworks until a botched assignment ended her career, sending his into a tailspin. Now a mysterious client threatens Nick’s life if he doesn’t keep Rhys safe, but it isn’t until fate takes a critical turn that he realizes the devastating truth: he’s been her greatest threat all along.

LAST CALL is available from: For the Muse Publishing, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords

~Excerpt~

Rhys Clark swore and jerked her foot from the murky puddle that had just claimed one of her new running shoes. Perfect. The day was now officially perfect.
She blamed Nick Massey.
Blaming him was easy enough. She didn’t know which required more nerve on his part—leaving town or crawling back—but both events left her bitter and raw. And wet, she grumbled inwardly. With the sky spitting rain and the occasional pellet of sleet smacking her face, she should have skipped her evening jog. The street was little more than a concrete alley of shuttered businesses, and the bleak weather amplified the emptiness. But tonight, with Nick hot on her mind, running through the cold was her last ditch effort to return to her senses.
It hadn’t worked.
Another blast of icy air howled through the narrow street. If she hadn’t been standing still, she probably wouldn’t have heard the shouting that followed.
A few months ago, an altercation wouldn’t have been unusual in this part of town. But the whole area was under reconstruction. Local crime dissipated to nothing with the razing of several apartment buildings, and until now Rhys had long found her route to be a place of solace. She glanced around as the voices drew closer and more intense. Rapid footsteps smacked the wet pavement. Then the echo of a gunshot cracked the night.
Where fear left her paralyzed, instinct insisted she get out of sight. She looked around and found an unbroken expanse of concrete wall offering few options. Heart pounding, Rhys ducked into the recessed doorway of a vacant storefront and hoped the deep shadows would keep her concealed.
Terrifying seconds passed. The sound of her own suppressed breath roared in her ears.
Voices came, clearer this time. Close.
“If we screw this up…” The words, terse and hushed, were encapsulated in panic.
“Shut up,” demanded a second voice. “No one messed up. He’s as good as dead.”
“You think you’re going to sell that without a body? We didn’t get paid to lose him.”
“He took one to the gut. He won’t get far. We’ll find him.”
“He’s leaving a trail. Blood. We got the big bucks for a clean—”
“Shut up.”
A hit? Rhys shuddered, fear scaling her spine. A professional hit would have been silent—something not accomplished by the gunshot or the ensuing conversation—but in this game, experience wasn’t always a prerequisite for willingness to pull the trigger. Two years of undercover work had taught her as much.
So had a bullet.
Rhys froze, waiting for the voices to pass. But luck was not on her side. Rather than drawing away, the footsteps ceased.
“Well, well, well,” said the confident one. “Looks like our little game of hide and seek is over.”
Hope crumbled. The voice was far too close. Had they seen her?
She dared not move. Through her lashes, she saw nothing in her narrow view of the dimly lit street but dirty puddles and the occasional bit of trash plastered to wet pavement. She prayed they didn’t look her way should they walked past.
Grunts erupted nearby, followed by the sound of sneakers scuffling on concrete. Then two shots fired, and all sounds of struggle gave way to profane celebration.
In the same instant, a man fell to the sidewalk in front of Rhys. His eyes, sightless and familiar, bore into her.
She choked a gasp.
A man stepped into her line of sight, his weapon at the ready. Before she could stop herself, she locked eyes with him. Big mistake. The decision threw her into a cloud of emotional shrapnel, the past flying at her in shards. She’d been shot once before.
It hadn’t ended well.
The gunman opened his mouth and formed an ugly grin, his breath coming in visible puffs through yellowed teeth. “Looks like a double header tonight, T,” he said, never taking his gaze off Rhys.
“Whaddya mean?” came the reply. The voice . . . she blinked until the second man shifted into focus.
She knew him. From where? She couldn’t think.
She glanced to the dead man, and her vision wavered. Panic shifted her world into a screen of jarred pixels, the flashback jagged and severe.
“Rhys! Stay with me, Rhys. Do you hear me? Rhys!”
Blood. So much blood.
“Nick.” She touched his face, feeling stubble beneath her fingertips. Then the weight of her arm was too much; as gravity won he slipped away. The world twisted into a sickening spiral until all that was left was his voice, the desperation in his tone bringing warmth to the darkness.
“Rhys!”
Motion jarred her to the present.
The gunman gestured. “Our witness here is about to have an unfortunate accident.” He raised the weapon, aiming for the kill.
It was a short view down the barrel at point blank range. She expected that.
What she didn’t anticipate was the speed with which he pulled the trigger.
Or how quickly the pain hit.

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