Tuesday, March 28, 2017

How Many Rules Would You Break for Love and Power? #RomanticSuspense #MustRead

A tantalizing excerpt of the timely and evocative romantic suspense novel about what lengths someone will go to achieve ultimate power...

Chin resting on folded arms against the balcony's railing, she stared down at the streets below, erratic energy zapping from her bent body encased in violet while the breeze tossed her long tresses against bare shoulders. 

She was too beautiful, too known, too wild, too…much. He knew that she was the kind of woman who could devour him, who would know his soul, who would wield her power over him with advanced skill. Yet he couldn’t leave.  Maybe that’s why he had come, armed with chili-cheese fries, to dare destiny.

"My great-grandmother was a painter," she said after he'd joined her. "Being an artist is all I've ever wanted to do."

"And you did it. You had a successful showing and—"

"Someone destroyed them all." 

"Yes, they did." He couldn't imagine having one of his resorts go up in flames. Maybe it wasn't the same exactly, but he poured so much of himself into each design, into every part of the decision making process, that it would feel like...a death. He didn't know what to do or what to say to ease her pain.

She blew out a long breath before standing straight and looking at him through the shadows. "It's at least one in the morning by now. Time for bed. Are you joining me?"

He inhaled sharply at the idea of resuming where they'd left off. 

"Don't you want to...talk or something?" he asked. 

"About my feelings?" Her lips twisted. "It sucks. It hurts like hell. It pisses me off. There. I talked about my feelings. We good now?" 

He'd never met anyone like her. Vanessa Warren was definitely one-of-a kind. She sauntered to him, almost like a predator about to go in for the kill, stood on her tiptoes until her breath caressed his chin, and whispered, "Make me believe in something good, something better than a lie." 

He grabbed her ass and lifted her up until they were eye-to-eye. Hair licked with fire slipped across his face when she leaned over him, all color and warmth. He wanted this, wanted her. This is why he had come, to feel this again, this agony of desire that he had suppressed for years. 

Fingers twisted in the strands of hair that slipped against his face. He crushed her to him, ravaging her mouth like a dying man grasping at life. Tongues teased. Teeth nipped.  And he fell past a point he had never thought to cross, not that he cared, not that it mattered. In his mind, he could see the lights of the city, blurring with speed and spinning beneath them. 

God, she felt good.  Intoxicating. Her lips nibbled across his neck.  

“I shouldn’t want you so much, but I do. I can’t stop myself,” she whispered.  

“Why do you want me?” He held her firm with his fists wrapped in her hair. “Tell me.”

“You wanted me when you didn’t know who I was. We were just two people, strangers, without a past or a future. I knew you wanted to fuck me against that mural, beneath that tarp, I saw it in your eyes, thought about it all damn day. Then tonight there you were. You walked up those stairs like a predator, seeking me out, sweeping me away.”  

“You want to be swept away?”  


"I'll do my best." He scooped her off her feet and carried her from the balcony to the bedroom. He fell onto his back against the mattress with her silk-encased body draped across him. 

“Damn dress.” She propped herself above him and grimaced. “Help me out of it?”

“With pleasure,” he whispered against her neck. 

His fingers moved to the discreet zipper at her side and — with his gaze never leaving hers — he slid it down.  She shrugged it off her left shoulder. As if unwrapping a Christmas gift, he wasted no time in sliding the rest from her lean, toned body. Velvet hissed down her torso and slipped from her legs. Clad only in strapless bra and panties with her hair falling in wild layers past her shoulders, she kicked the tangled material off her feet and flashed him a devilish smile.   

“You’re deadly.” But what a way to die.

Off came the bra. She grinned like the seductress she was and tossed it aside.  “I’ll be gentle.”

“Don’t lie to me anymore.” His hands covered her breasts, claiming them.  “Game’s over.”

“Wrong, Nic. It’s just getting started.” She pushed his shirt from his shoulders and kissed his neck.  

From the back cover...

Power...it's a heady drug.

Vanessa Warren is America's favorite rebel. Daughter and granddaughter of US Presidents and sister to a future one, her family connections and notoriety are seen as leverage for manipulating the White House—if she's captured. 

One little lie leads to a whole lot of trouble.

Reclusive international resort developer, Dominic Varga, needs a date to ward off his matchmaking parents. When he persuades the notorious Vanessa Warren to play his girlfriend for the night, he has no idea he's stepped into the crosshairs of kidnappers who will do anything—destroy everything—to get to her. 

One true thing...

Trapped in a rapidly escalating international terror plot, Dominic and Vanessa's lie becomes the only real thing in the midst of betrayals, conspiracies, and murder. As their world falls apart, they suddenly only have each other to rely on against ruthless people who will stop at nothing to achieve their goal. Who can they trust? Who is behind the plot—her own family, a political rival of her family's, or a terrorist organization? How far will the kidnappers go—what will they be willing to sacrifice—to control the power of the White House? Is there anywhere in the world where they can find safety? 

What the reviews say...
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Great read!! Ms. Easton delivers a wonderful read yet again!! Her characters are so intriguing!! I couldn't put it down!! I don't know about the rest of you, but when I read, I want to be able to picture the scenery, setting, and characters... I just love this author because she has the ability to take you to far away places and make you feel like you have been there and seen it!! This book will keep you at the edge of your seat with the suspenseful plot twists and the internal struggles each of the main characters are facing!! And of course, there is the perfect amount of romance to keep us romance readers coming back for more!! Definitely give it a read! You won't be disappointed!!

Monday, January 30, 2017

#SneakPeek of Deadly Decadence #paranormalromance

Sneak peek of my upcoming erotic paranormal romance suspense novel, Deadly Decadence. It's suspenseful, passionate, and is guaranteed to have you twisting in your seat asking for more. Here's an excerpt!

He grabbed her wrist when she reached for his plate. The zap of energy that sizzled from her skin onto his caused him to drop it as fast as he'd grabbed it and push back from the table. 

"What are you?" he asked, feeling stupid for blurting out the question.

She stood frozen in place, her face averted, and chest heaving with rapid breath. "You should go."

He stepped a few paces backward and waited.

Waited for her to blurt out another revelation. 

Waited for his body to stop quacking with the need to get naked.

Waited for his brain to gain control of this situation.

Waited for her to say something—anything—that would convince him to flee when he wanted nothing more than to stay. 

When she finally lifted her head and looked at him, the need in her eyes erased any common sense he'd once believed he had. 

He strode to her, grabbed her face between his hands, and crushed his mouth against hers until she sank against him and clutched at his shoulders. 

For once, he didn't want to think. 

For once, he didn't give a shit about consequences. 

For once, he didn't want to hide behind self-control and self-denial and self-delusion. 

For once, he wanted to indulge in primal instinct. 

He peeled the tank top from her while she yanked the t-shirt from him. They were a tangle of hands and fingers and lips as they tripped their way to the lounge chair. Clothes fell aside until they were skin-on-skin.
She bit his shoulder. 

He squeezed her breast. 

He'd never wanted to fuck anyone like this before—pure fucking. Animalistic. Hot. No talking. No thinking. 

Mouths merged in a heated kiss while he rammed his cock into her without mercy. The tightness of her pussy urged him on, begged him to go harder and faster. He couldn't get enough of her. His hands were on her breasts, thumbs tormenting her nipples. His shaft was deep inside of her, hips grinding against hers. Tongues plunged inside each other's mouths, insistent, almost urgent in their dance. 

The heels of her feet dug into his ass, holding him tight against her as her soft body pressed against his with an equal passion.  She tugged at his hair until it felt like strands were being pulled from his skull.

He wanted to come but tried to wait her out. He slid one hand between their bodies and moved his finger over her clit. 

She bit him again, sucked his neck, nipped his jawline. Her hot breath teased his skin when she moaned and her body lurched beneath his. 

He came with a shout into her open mouth. He hadn't given one thought to protection—and he hadn't given a damn. 

Chest heaving against hers, he buried his face in her hair and squeezed her breast one more time before sliding his hand to her back and holding her close. He shut his eyes and indulged in the feeling of his penis firmly entrenched in her body with her legs and arms holding him tight. 

"Let's do that again," she whispered against his ear. 

He smiled, any fear of this being awkward erased by her simple suggestion. "I noticed you had a hot tub."

"Sex in the hot tub sounds like the perfect way to end the day." She pushed her hands through his hair and urged his head up to look him in the eye. "To think I couldn't even look at you this morning and now you're cock deep inside of me---strange how the Universe works."

"Why couldn't you look at me?" He kissed her again, slowly, savoring her as deeply as he'd enjoyed her various baked goods. When he looked her in the eye, he noticed them deepening in color and felt her slight emotional withdrawal thanks to his question. "Are you a witch?" 

She laughed as an answer and smacked him in the shoulder. "I'm not a magical being of any kind—just a psychic slash animal communicator slash baker. Are you a witch?"

He widened his eyes and shifted his weight, conscious of the fact that they were still joined together. "Me? I don't do anything remotely magical."

"Oh, I don't know about that..." she slid her fingers down his back and cupped his ass. "You managed to get my clothes off after knowing me less than two hours. That's pretty magical."

"From my point of view, it was a mutual seduction." 

"Mine, too." She winked before wiggling free of him and scooting to her feet. With a sigh, she stretched her arms above her head toward the night sky and sauntered toward the hot tub. "Come on, Magic Man, I'm ready for round two."

Already hard at the idea of sinking into her again, he followed like a dog in heat. 


Blake Donovan thinks his family is dead. Under a fog of suspicion from everyone ranging from the FBI to the mafia, he's moved constantly since receiving the news of the fatal plane crash in the hopes of starting over and being free of his past. But his German Shepherd, Greg, is suffering from the restless relocations and Blake seeks a solution with the local animal communicator slash baker.

Lisa Vandemeer, former psychic consultant with the FBI, moved to Santa Fe to lead a simple life as a baker and animal communicator. People were too heartbreaking for her to handle anymore. When the mysterious man with the sad German Shepherd shows up on her doorstep, her first instinct is to rescue the dog and kick the man to the curb. But then she sees unwanted visions from his past--and their future--that bind them in supernatural ways. 

Many interested parties want to know the secrets Lisa sees, but if she follows through with what she knows, she'll not only be putting Blake's life in jeopardy, she'll also be changing the course of her own forever. To tell or not tell? Open that door again or keep it forever shut? As she soon discovers, the decision is out of her hands as they are trapped in a deadly and decadent web of deceit. 

Releasing February 21, 2017
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Monday, November 21, 2016

A Jewel Thief and a Bounty Hunter on #MoltenMonday #paranormalromance

She's a witchy woman and a jewel thief...
He's the bounty hunter hot on her trail...
The trick is she's toying with him, playing with him and the hunter has become the hunted 
Bounty, story 2 in the Daydreams erotic paranormal short story collection by Dakota Skye 

Excerpt...adult content 

She could be anywhere.

I know you're here.

A black cat perched on a post on the pier and watched him. Or at least, in his mood, he imagined that it watched him.

Thinking of the cat that had been on his balcony, he stepped toward it unconsciously. When it bolted from the post, leapt across the hill, and then down another dock, he followed from pure intuition. That cat had been afraid of him...not that cats were usually overly friendly, but something about the way it had bolted triggered his inner predator.

He jogged along the shadows, eyes locked on the cat scurrying toward the end of the pier. There were six boats on this particular dock. He put his hand on the butt of the gun he'd tucked in the back of his jeans and did his best to stay away from the light pools cascading down from the tall poles in between each boat. Far away voices whispered over the water. Rocking waves pulsated against resting hulls and stirred beneath the wooden planks under his feet.

He lost track of the cat, which narrowed it down to the final two boats.

Of course, if he was wrong and he ended up crashing some rich guy's party, his day would end on a definite low. What would his excuse be? Chasing a cat?

And he'd give up.

If, after all this, he'd lost all focus and deductive reasoning, he'd admit defeat and return to Dallas never to speak of his Los Angeles escapades again.

He stood between the two yachts at the end and debated about which one to board first. The cat had long since disappeared and, because they were notorious for hating water, he knew it had boarded one of these.

I can't believe I'm chasing a black cat. He exhaled a long sigh and shook his head with disgust over his level of desperation.

With an eeny-meeny-miney-mo level of decision-making, he chose the one to the left—the dark, empty looking one—and jumped onboard as silently as possible. Creeping low, he found the door on the stern that led inside, pulled on the handle, and frowned when it was open.

This could be another trap, he thought briefly before dismissing the idea. Why would she assume he'd follow a cat? No one in their right mind...

He froze at the menacing click in the otherwise silent boat.

"Hands up. Turn around. Slowly. No tricks."

He'd know that voice anywhere.

He complied and smiled when he came face-to-face with his prey.

She held a gun, but it trembled in her hands. She'd changed into a black dress with a zipper going across her chest diagonally from left shoulder to right hip. Black hair partially covered her face illuminated by the outside light.

"You're not going to shoot me. That's not your style," he said softly.

"There's a first time for everything." She frowned, her confidence from earlier slipping. She used both hands to try to control the shaking gun. "How did you find me?"

"Finding people is a specialty of mine."

She gritted her teeth and motioned for him to step further into the room.

"Why didn't you take your gifts and go?"

"The bigger question is why are you giving me gifts in the first place? I can't be bribed."

They circled around the small space—her holding a gun in her trembling hands and him raising his hands out to his sides.

"You're alone. Always."

"So are you, what's your point?"

"Go to hell, Jakey."

Round and round they went. He kept his gaze locked on the gun while trying to figure out what she was trying to say.

"I can't be bribed," he said again.

"Never assumed you could. Can't a gift just be a gift? No strings attached?"

"Not from you."

"Such a cynic."

"Side-effect of the job."

"You should come to my side. I'm the eternal optimist—no limits, no rules. This situation is unexpected, but I'm confident I'll be leaving you behind tonight, Jake. Optimism. Give it a try."

Taking a chance that she wouldn't accidentally shoot him, he lunged forward and grabbed her wrists. The gun dropped almost immediately, but she fought back using her high heels, claws, and teeth.

They collapsed in a tangle of limbs on the ground.

He pushed her face into the carpet, grabbed her wrists, and searched his back pockets for the handcuffs he hoped like hell he'd remembered to bring. Still she kicked and writhed beneath him, a wild woman with nothing to lose, fighting him until he had her hands secured behind her waist.

"Stop it. I've got you and I'm not letting you go."

"I'll let you think that." She twisted her head and peered at him through a veil of black hair and shadows.

Tired of this bullshit day, he rolled off of her and panted at the ceiling. He needed a minute to relish the victory.

She wiggled until on her knees. "I wouldn't get too comfortable if I were you."

"No? Meeting Carl? Or some other accomplice?"

"You don't have me."

"Yes, sweetheart, I do." He moved to turn on a light so he could get a good look at her.

He could barely believe that he'd finally won.

Her chest heaved; hair fell across her face, revealing only one green eye that flashed menacingly at him, high cheekbones led to a full mouth that remained unsmiling at his perusal.

He knew now was the time to call in the Feds, deliver her to an agent, and go home to collect his fat paycheck.

But he couldn't quite find the motivation to do that.

"How'd you manage to get bail in the first place?" he asked.

"My secrets are for no one else's ears." She tossed her hair over her shoulder and glared at him from half-closed eyes.

"Why did you set me up? I wouldn't have known how close I was if you hadn't. You could have just sailed off into the sunset without me being the wiser. Why this game?" He straightened his legs out in front of him, still on the floor, and watched her gaze skim over him.

"I already told you that. I wanted my goodbye to be memorable." She caught her lower lip between her teeth, her gaze roaming over his body.

"How do you travel around with a cat? A pet of any kind? Doesn't that make being on the run difficult?"

He sighed at her continued silence.

"Were you really leaving town tonight or was that whole stunt this afternoon purely for your enjoyment?"

When the corners of her mouth turned upward in a barely there smile, he answered with a grin of his own. His lingered on that mouth of hers and wondered what it would feel like sucking his cock. Of course, that would violate any ethics he had left.

"You were talkative when our positions were reversed, now you're mute. Interesting." He tapped his fingers on the floor next to his hip. He wanted answers, damn it. After following her all over the country for two months, he needed them.

She scooted forward on her knees and further into the light. She leaned forward, her hair tickling the side of his face and whispered, "We have a few hours to play, Jake. Isn't that what you really crave? My body, my lips, my hands, my heat?"

He gulped and leaned his head away from hers until he could look her in the eye. "Seduction won't change how this ends."

"I know." She sat back on her heels. "Why have I been toying with you all this time, Jake? Because I want what you want."

He knew that this had to be another one of her manipulations, yet his cock twitched in response to the suggestion.

"Do you ever stop lying?"

"The key to a successful con is to always mix in some truth."

He decided to test the dare by reaching out and grabbing the top of the zipper on her left shoulder. "Is this what you want me to do?"

She arched an eyebrow. "Isn't it what you want to do?"

Oh, hell, yes, it was. He'd fantasized about it ever since she'd skipped out on him in Denver—allegedly with a half-million dollars worth of stolen jewels.

He pulled down the zipper, telling himself that he was simply testing her but knowing he wanted to fuck. The idea of her willing and hot beneath him boiled his blood.

Zzzzzzip---the sound ripped through the silence.

The sight of her full breasts above the bra removed any trace of self-control. He pushed the dress open and skimmed his fingers over the fleshy curves. Her nipples pointed out from the lace. He brushed his thumb over them and heard her gasp.

"You really do want this, don't you?" he asked, sliding his gaze to hers.

She answered by leaning forward and sweeping her lips across his.

He pushed the dress down her arms, exposing her chest even more, reached under the fabric and unsnapped her bra. He wanted her tits in his mouth. Ached to roll his tongue over the hard nipples.

She crawled over his lap, straddled him, and grinned. The hem of her dress rose up her hips.

He grabbed one breast before latching onto the other with his mouth. He sucked, nipped, squeezed. He momentarily wished her hands were on him, but knew that would be detrimental to his plan. Her breasts were heavy and warm, exactly like he'd imagined.

She pressed tight against him and grinded her pussy against the front of his jeans. She purred low in her throat, tipped her head back, and completely surrendered to his mouth and his hands.

Her submissiveness contradicted everything he knew her to be—always in control, cunning, independent, strong. He abandoned her breasts and nibbled his way along her collarbone to her earlobe. He knew they'd only have one night—one chance at this—and he intended to indulge.

When his mouth covered hers again, he groaned with pleasure. Their tongues dueled in a passionate dance. Hot. Wet.

She continued rubbing herself against the front of his jeans until he felt certain his cock would break the zipper. He lifted her off of him, sat her on the edge of the sofa, stood, and freed his dick from the confines of his jeans. Without his urging, she leaned forward and licked the tip, her large green eyes looking up at him with a gleam of desire.

He grabbed the back of her head and fucked her mouth. His fingers curled into the long strands of her hair and he thrust his hips in and out of those full lips that had mocked him with an arrogant smile only hours ago.

His balls tightened and he pulled free of her mouth, not wanting to come. Not yet.

He fell to his knees in front of her, pushed the dress higher until the lace of her panties showed, and peeled them from her long legs. She fell back against the cushions and spread herself for him.

He took a moment to savor the view of her slick cunt, disheveled dress, and lush breasts with the hard nipples before squeezing her thighs and sucking her clit. She tasted like wine and all things decadent. He shoved two fingers into her already wet cunt while he went at her clit without mercy. He licked, sucked, nipped while he finger fucked her into a frenzy of gyrating hips and low moans.

"Jake," she rasped. "Please."

"Please what?" He crawled up her body and reclaimed one of her breasts.

His cock throbbed, aching for release, but he wanted to torment her for all the hell she'd put him through these past two months. He plunged his tongue into her mouth and ground his lips against hers until he tasted blood. No mercy. He took without gentleness.

Unable to delay any longer, he rammed his cock deep inside her pussy until he heard her whimper. He angled his thrusts to slide against the top of her vagina, angling to the G-spot that he knew would send her over the edge. He wanted her to writhe in her prison bed, pleasuring herself to the memory of him filling her up with his cock.

She kissed him back with an equal amount of passion, her hips grinding against his with as much force as he delivered upon her, her back arching so her breasts flattened against his chest.
The strength of her desire fueled his.

He pulled himself from her—again wanting to delay satisfaction with the knowledge that this would be their beginning and ending all in one night. He laughed when she cursed him to hell.

He yanked her up by the shoulders and pulled her with him until reaching the kitchen counter. Kissing her, feeling her match his intensity, had stirred something up in his heart that he didn't want to feel. He turned her abruptly, and peeled the dress up to her waist so he could have a full view of her ass.

He used his knees to spread her legs while his hands squeezed her butt, thumbs pressing along her slit. His gaze flicked to her bound hands and he grinned. For tonight—he owned her.

The hunter had bagged his prey.

He slid inside her again, this time slowly, and watched his cock enter her inch by inch.

She had an amazing ass—rock hard and round. He slapped it once—then again—knowing she needed a good spanking. With each thrust, he smacked one buttock and then the other until her skin darkened from the blows and her entire body shuddered beneath him.

He came. Hard. He shouted at the ceiling and pressed even deeper inside her until he felt certain he'd made contact with her womb.

When he finally slipped out of her, he turned her to face him, ran his hands over her luscious breasts, and kissed her with a lingering passion that he felt would never dissipate. She would be the one he'd compare to all other women even though he knew that was unfair.

"You exceeded expectations," she whispered against his lips.

"I'm going to miss hunting you down," he admitted into her mouth.

She smiled, nipped his chin, and—he swore—purred.

Unable to get enough, he lifted her by the ass and carried her back to the sofa where he laid her down and continued to kiss her. He wanted to know her—didn't want to give her up quite yet, knew that once the outside world knew about her capture, he'd be out of her life forever.

Let her go, a voice whispered from deep inside his mind.

She kissed the side of his face, her breasts flattening against his chest, and asked, "Is the thrill of the capture as exhilarating as the hunt?"

He braced himself on his elbows and looked into her emerald eyes. "I can't let you go."

"I didn't ask you to." She grinned, mouth swollen from their passion and eyes lazy with satisfaction. "I'm warning you...the game isn't over."


"It's just taken an interesting twist."

"You must be the most optimistic person I've ever met."

"Do you have any idea why I do what I do?"

He shook his head 'no', although he understood her more than she thought. A middle-class upbringing with older parents, only child, had always towed the line and gotten nearly straight A's all the way through college. She'd broken free of the boredom, the constraints of rules. Right or wrong, he understood it on some level. To a certain extent, they were the similar. He understood being addicted to the chase, the thrills, the unknown, the risks.

She leaned up and sunk her teeth into his bottom lip before saying, "Fuck me again, Jake. Make me scream."

He moaned and ravaged her mouth with his tongue. Damn, he could do this all night long.

A little voice inside warned him to heed her words about this being a plot twist. Even though she was bound beneath him, a part of him wondered if he had played perfectly into her plan.

Keep reading Bounty, story 2 of the Daydreams erotic paranormal romance short story collection today...critics calling it "bite-sized pieces of ecstasy"...