From
a very young age, Amber Skyze began making up stories–the only child syndrome.
Telling tall tales to all her friends she never dreamed of putting words on paper.
In fact if anyone asked her if she would write when she grew up, she’d have
laughed.
It
wasn’t until raising children and reading all those romances that she
decided–hey, I can write these. HA! Easier said than done.
When
not crafting hot, steamy tales, this New York transplant now resides in Rhode
Island with her husband, four children (who force her to work a day job), and
three dogs.
She currently writes for Ellora’s Cave, Loose Id and is
self-published.
Amber’s
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In an odd Wiccan shop in Salem, Jael pulls an unusual stone from a
witch’s wish bag. Little does she know her wildest dreams of becoming a
respected photojournalist and enjoying a torrid affair with two gorgeous
co-workers are about to come true—in spades.
Jael’s dreamy boss, Roarke offers her the photo assignment of a
lifetime – a safari to Mount Kilimanjaro. The African scenery is stunning but
even more so is the unexpected arrival of her two office crushes, Roarke and
Kypton.
Alone for the first time, things heat up fast. Just as the trio is
getting steamy at a beautiful waterfall, fate intervenes. The guys are forced
to take dragon form and abduct a terrified Jael. She's whisked away to their
mountain liar on Kilimanjaro.
The cave is really a love nest. Jael becomes the semi-willing captive of
two Marduko dragon men. She discovers the truth about their origins and
explores the many erotic possibilities two devoted lovers can offer.
The men want to claim her forever and expect a lifetime commitment.
Jael’s thoroughly seduced but doesn’t know the guys are withholding a life
or death secret that will push her heart to the limits.
Excerpt:
Jael closed
her fingers around the stone and thought of another man who worked with
her—Kypton. Kypton was quiet and aloof with most everyone in the department,
but his gaze followed her longingly every time she walked past.
When she
told her friends she liked the manager of the IT department, they teased her
relentlessly. They couldn’t picture her with a computer geek. Thing was, Kypton
was the furthest thing from a computer geek. She understood why they
immediately thought of someone with glasses, a shirt buttoned up tight to the
neck, and a pocket protector sticking out of his shirt pocket. That wasn’t
Kypton.
What her
friends and others in her office seemed to miss was that beneath the subdued
exterior, Kypton was smoking hot with pale blond hair and baby blue eyes. His
voice carried the softest hint of northern Europe. He pronounced e’s as a’s,
and she wondered if Kypton had gone to school in Switzerland or lived near
there as a child.
Occasionally
she was fortunate enough to peek down his collar and glimpse the silky blond
hair on his chest. His broad shoulders and well-defined chest stood out in
anything he wore. His arms looked like he frequented the gym, and those fitted
khakis he favored as office wear gave her a view of a sexy, tight ass. A hint
of smoldering physicality simmered just below the surface as if he were
completely capable of picking her up, carrying her into a quiet storage room,
and banging her senseless. At least that was what she hoped. She concluded the
other women in her office must be blind or foolish not to notice Kypton’s
potential.
Kypton
seemed thoughtful and sensitive too, which was a huge plus. He’d jumped in to help
her on numerous occasions, often staying late at work to do so. He also avoided
all office gossip or conflicts and went out of his way to help others before he
was even asked, which she found pretty damn attractive.
All in all
Kypton was a dreamy guy, even if he might appear a bit sedate.
Only problem
was Roarke attracted her too.
Roarke was
Kypton’s opposite. Roarke was outgoing and authoritative. When he entered the
room, others stopped what they were doing to listen. Though he was a manager,
he had an artistic, wild vibe about him that was exciting to be near. He
dressed well in bold colors like earthy orange or rich purple. It was a treat
to watch him walk past her desk and catch a whiff of his subtle citrusy
aftershave—that was, if he ever really shaved. His square jaw seemed
perpetually stubbled in a grainy, sexy sort of way.
Roarke had
coppery skin and the swarthy good looks of a Barbary pirate chief. She half
fantasized he was the son of some powerful khan and his mother was some
delicate-boned beauty. Roarke was both puzzling and stunning to look at. His
sleek nose and chiseled bone structure made his origins difficult to guess. She
wondered if there was a tribe of exotically perfect people hiding somewhere on
a long-forgotten island, who sneaked away from their hidden paradise now and
then to work as office managers.
As a natural
leader, Roarke drew people to his side with ease. He spoke passionately with
his expressive hands and cognac-brown eyes as much as he did with words.
Anything earthy and creative interested him—nature, movies, paintings, or
books, he loved them all. His apartment contained a dazzling array of fine
books and an impressive collection of beautiful artifacts displayed in lit
niches.
A visit to
his apartment was not only a physical thrill; it was mentally stimulating to
the artist in her to look at the many things he’d collected over the years.
Roarke seemed to live in such a different world from the average person, and
she longed be to invited in.
Roarke
worked as a manager in the human resource department of International Explorer magazine and network. He was well respected
and very much in demand.
She’d
foolishly told Roarke on the first date she had no intention of getting
involved with a coworker, so maybe some of the distance between them was her
fault. She wanted to take it back. What a dummy she was for saying that.
That wasn’t
to say nothing had happened between them. It had. Twice after a dreamy museum
date or trip to the movies on Roarke’s birthday, the date had ended with both
of them unable to keep their hands off each other.
Roarke had
picked her up, carried her into his bedroom, tossed her onto his amethyst
sheets, and lavished her with the best oral she’d ever had. Roarke was a total
sensualist and seemed to know exactly what she needed to come hard. She’d loved
every second of writhing in his firm but loving grasp and was eager to
reciprocate.
She just
wasn’t sure where she stood with him. A date once in a while was for chumps.
Maybe he was waiting for her to admit that she did want to get involved with a
coworker before pursuing her a little harder.
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Thanks for hosting me today, Elodie. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Elodie for hosting Amber and I!
ReplyDeleteIt's great to have you Amber and Katalina on the blog, the book looks sexy :-)
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