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Saturday, September 26, 2015

So...There's a Reason Firefighters are HOT! And I'm Not Talkin' about Their Surroundings!

I'm part of a firefighter anthology that releases on September 29th. I'm very excited about this box set because it has a wonderful array of stories by a spectacularly talented bunch of authors. When I was approached to write a story about a firefighter, I jumped at the chance. I've always had a deep respect for first responders. And though we like to sexualize them in romance fiction, there's so much more to a firefighter than physical presence. Recently experiencing the anniversary of 9/11 surely reminded us of that. It was important to me to capture that unique essence in my hero, Duncan.

I've always known the men who fight fires are heroes. They epitomize the word. While we run away from a fire, firefighters run into it, risking life and limb to save lives and property. But what kind of man does it take to do what they do?

We throw the word Brave around a lot. We all have our own conception about what it means and that's cool. But one thing it doesn't mean is unafraid. I always thought it did. Of course these first responders are afraid...you'd be stupid not to be when you look at what they do on a daily basis. But that's where their bravery comes in. I'm afraid and I run away. They're afraid but they still run toward the thing that scares them. That's amazing to me. That's sexy. Sure, when we write firefighter heroes we make them look good. The hero depicted on my cover is downright lickable! But it isn't the broad shoulders, the chiseled jawline, or the piercing gaze that makes a firefighter sexy. It's the willingness to put himself at risk for someone else. That's the sexiest thing in the world to me.


A love that burns slowly burns longest, creating the greatest heat.

Though they haven’t seen each other for fifteen years, Duncan Yves has never forgotten Hilda Bennet, or the feelings of love and protection she engendered in him when they were kids. So when she becomes the target of a madman who kills with fire and calls his deadly work Art, it seems perfectly natural for Duncan to try to protect her. Unfortunately, he soon learns that protecting Hilda just might bring the past crashing back down on both of them.

Hilda was just a girl when she last saw Duncan, and her childish dreams of living with him behind a picket fence were squashed when he went away. But when they finally find each other again, the past that separated them all those years earlier still seems determined to keep them apart.


Can they nurture the embers of a love that was forged in childhood into the full-fledged inferno it seems destined to be? Or will the destruction of yesterday’s fire finally smother that blossoming flame, and leave their love in ashes?

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Duncan prayed she’d gotten out before the fire really kicked in. His brain told him she probably had. But her succinct, terrifying text kept replaying itself across his mind.

Fire. Restaurant. Help.

“Hilda!” Duncan knew as he screamed her name there was very little chance she’d hear him. The kitchen was almost fully engulfed.

Fire tore a chunk out of his back and Duncan jerked under its sting. Then he realized he’d imagined it…his imagination fueled by a different time…a different fire. He shook his head, shoving back the nightmarish memory, and focused instead on finding Hilda. Duncan sprayed the dancing flames with the extinguisher, conscious of the men streaming into the room behind him.

Agony ate a hole in his arm and Duncan nearly dropped the extinguisher. It sizzled across his flesh and Duncan fell to his knees, the canister clanging loudly against the floor.

A hand touched his shoulder but he shook it off, shoving to his feet and glancing at his arm.
Nothing.

The pain had only existed in his mind.

Duncan stood in place, shuddering with terror, as men shouted and the blaze spat under a full out assault around him. He coughed, feeling as if his lungs were jammed up into his trachea, and moisture slipped down his cheeks as his eyes burned.

Somebody jerked on his arm. He shook them off, forcing himself to move forward. “Hilda!”

The smoke dodged and thickened around him, causing him to lose his sense of place or direction. At one point he found himself facing the door again, heading out of the room instead of deeper inside. He turned around quickly, rage shoving the last of his confusion away.

Dammit! He wasn’t going to let the ghosts of his past be the cause of Hilda’s death. He had to man up…shove the specters away. He needed to find her before it was too late.

Duncan raised the extinguisher again and started spraying. Flames dropped away under his assault, only to rise up again, seemingly unbeatable. He sprayed and moved, an inch at a time, until he was facing the back wall.

As he glanced to his right, intending to turn and cover the length of the long wall looking for her, something gleamed to his left. He turned to find a metal door.

Was it possible?

Pulling the sleeve of his oversized jacket to cover his hand, Duncan wrenched the handle of the door sideways. The latch disengaged and he pulled it open. Frigid cold wafted out to greet him, along with a mist he at first thought was smoke but quickly realized was just frost from the cold air meeting the inferno.

It was a walk-in freezer. Duncan’s view of the room was obscured by a side of beef that hung from stainless steel hooks high above his head. He reached out, shoving the frozen meat aside, and finally spotted her.

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Coming Tuesday


I love this cover! I love this story. LOL
One day I was listening to a song and these lyrics caught my attention: "I get off on you getting off on me." Addison and Dante instantly appeared in my mind. I knew I had to write their story.
Here is a taste of this story available Tuesday August 17 from Ellora's Cave
Blurb:
Masturbating can be so much fun—especially when you have a one-man audience. Addison loves sex. More importantly, she loves her body and isn’t afraid to make it sing. Add a little voyeurism and it’s totally erotic.

Dante’s muse has stalled—until his sexy neighbor starts seducing him. Through her bedroom window, he watches as her hands caress her tantalizing skin. It’s like something out of a strip club, with his very own personal view. Thanks to this beauty, he’s drawing like wildfire. To thank Addison, Dante sends her an invitation for a single night together. That night may encourages them to draw a new future…together.
Excerpt:

By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary to exit this site.
An Excerpt From: DANTE’S DESIRE
Copyright © AMBER SKYZE, 2010
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Chapter One

Addison removed the clip from her dark mane and tossed it on the dresser. Her unruly hair tumbled around her shoulders. Fingertips massaged her scalp, releasing the day’s tension. Her feet screamed to be set free from the six-inch heels, but she couldn’t—not just yet. She needed to keep them on for a little while longer. For him.
In three long strides she stood in front of the window of her bedroom. A small light was on in his apartment. The moon, a sliver shy of full, illuminated the sky. Another day or two and it would be complete.
Pulling the tails of her crisp white blouse out of her skirt she unbuttoned the sleeves. Her hands moved to the top button and removed it from its hole. Slowly she continued down the shirt until her pink lace bra was fully exposed.
With ease she removed the shirt and threw it on the chair. She tapped her polished fingernail against her lip. What would she do tonight? She smiled a wicked grin. She was feeling bold.
She pictured him sitting there, his fingers wrapped around his hard cock—watching. She imagined his hand moving up and down the length of his shaft. With each article of clothing she removed she imagined him sucking in a deep breath and groaning in sexual frustration. He’d masturbate until she was finished and they’d both be satisfied.
There was no doubt he was watching. She felt his eyes on her body, begging to touch it. Most women would close the curtains and be freaked out by the idea of a man watching them every time they undressed, but not Addison. She loved the idea of being watched. She enjoyed the freedom to put on a show for him. He could look, but he couldn’t touch. That alone made the whole fantasy fun.
Addison unhooked the front clasp of her bra and flung it with the shirt. Her hands cupped her large breasts. An early bloomer, she was teased endlessly in high school. She’d hated her huge boobs as a teenager, but now she was happy with her bust.
The palms of her hands ran over her nipples, stirring them to life. She took them between her fingers and tugged until they were fully aroused. Pinching the hardened nubs she bit her lower lip from the sensations racing to the core of her pussy.
She needed an orgasm.
Soon.
Releasing her nipples, her hands floated down her stomach and around to the back of her black skirt. Unzipping the tight fabric she eased it over her hips and let it fall to the floor, where it pooled at her feet. Stepping away from the skirt she made sure she was still visible to her admirer.
She turned around, hooked her thong panties around her fingers and bent over. She dragged the panties down her legs, giving him a view of her puckered ass. Holding on to her ankles, she rotated her hips ever so slowly. She loved putting on a performance like a stripper, only hers was a one-man show.
What was he thinking? Was he wondering what it would be like to drive his stiff cock into her waiting ass? Or did he want to fill her hole with a butt plug so he could ram into her wet pussy?
She reached up to her pussy to find she was soaked. She slipped her finger inside. Pulling out she dragged her juices out coating her lips.
Ready.
Time to rock his world.

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