Friday, May 29, 2015

It's #summer concert season! The Vamp's artist lineup for #Colorado @vampauthormaya #music

FORBIDDEN FRUIT FRIDAY



I am gearing up for a wonderful summer of concerts here in Colorado. We have some of the best venues around: Red Rocks, Fiddler's Green, Sports Authority Field, Coors Field, Pepsi Center and a whole bunch more. Oh, and then we have awesome fairgrounds here and just across the border in Wyoming.  I'm sharing videos of some of the artists I am seeing and others that I am still crossing my fingers, toes, ass and boobs that it'll work out that I can go. 

Enjoy Summer ya'll!




Luke Bryan


 
Florida Georgia Line


U2


KIP WINGER!!!!



Dierks Bentley


Nickelback





Lady Antebellum




Jason Aldean




Keith Urban





Van Halen


I saved the best for last....





JAKE OWEN!!!!!!






Get to Know Maya DeLeina of Forbidden Fruit Fridays!







Author Maya DeLeina- "The Vamp" 
 Maya was born and raised on the beautiful and romantic beaches of Oahu, Hawaii. Relocating to Colorado, Maya's crystal blue oceans and powdery white sands were traded for enchanting forests, mystic mountains and golden plains of promise.

Living just on the outskirts of Manitou Springs, the town's history of spiritual healing, eclectic flare, fabled underground tunnels and rumored lore of wizardry and witchcraft rekindled Maya's love for the paranormal, metaphysical and most of all, vampires. 

One bite and she was hooked.

Maya’s books have won multiple cover art awards, garnered 4-5 star reviews from critics and book trailer awards, the most recent for Suzanne Lucas’ production of Blood of Luna.  

Check Out:
Maya’s  Website
Sexy Vampires Brought to Life on Maya’s YouTube Channel.
Maya’s books on AmazonBarnes and NobleiTunes and Bookstrand.
Maya’s Week in Review newspaper
Like Maya’s Author Fan Page
Friend Maya on Facebook
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Friday, May 22, 2015

It's a holiday weekend- Get your #romance #mystery & #fantasy on! DARK COMPANION @vampauthormaya

FORBIDDEN FRUIT FRIDAY



It's here....a long holiday weekend!
How will you be spending this time?
If reading, escaping to a fantasy land full of mystery, adventure, suspense and romance is in the plans, then I offer up DARK COMPANION for your TBR list this weekend.

So, I said mystery, adventure, suspense and romance. Let me give you a visual of what is in store for Dark Companion that fits this bill:


The story will take you deep into a forest where Isla Joseph's life begins. Unbeknownst to her and her family, she has a team of elite vampires watching as she enters the world. 



As soon as she bursts into her first cry, the decision is made- the vampires will become her unseen guardians. 






But guardian from what?  


Of the guardian clan, one is chosen to be her assigned protector. He is tasked with watching her 24/7, day after day, night after night. He is to learn everything about her from the confine of the shadows, knowing her better than she knows herself. When the predicted time of danger nears, he must reveal himself to her. 

Isla's protector is the wickedly handsome Warwick Dark. 


As her protector, Warwick is guided by rules. He's dedicated to his role, following the code of ethics and laws in place. But of the rules, one presents the most challenging: do not get romantically involved with the protected.



And when Warwick proves irresistible for Isla, nothing but blurred lines remain between what the heart wants and what the rules are.






Curious? Here's an excerpt;






Prologue I
Forty years ago

“Faster! You need to go faster!”
“I can’t see a goddamn thing!” he shouted, his voice ringing in the cabin of the truck, full of apprehension and anxiety.
While the full moon shined brightly in the night sky, it was no match for the fog rolling eerily along the pavement. With abrupt and panicked movements, he fumbled with the controls as if unfamiliar with his own vehicle. No matter which setting he engaged, the headlights bounced off the swirling mist like a mirror, making visibility near impossible.
“Ahh!” she cried out in agony.
From the corner of his eye, he saw her hand shoot up to grip the assist handle above the passenger window. Her other hand searched for his. He took it, lacing their fingers and stealing a brief second from the road to look in her direction.
“C’mon, breathe. Hee hee hoo! Hee hee hoo!” he over-pronounced.
She simply whimpered.
“Baby! Breathe, just like me. Hee hee hoo! Hee hee hoo!”
“Ah!” Another screeching, banshee-like scream broke free in all its intensity. He lifted her hand and pressed his lips solidly to her skin.

“Baby,” she cried.
“I know, I know.” Grasping her hand even tighter, he refocused on the road.
Baby!
“Hee hee hoo! Hee—”
“No! The baby! Pull over!”
His eyes widened in surprise, staring blankly into the rolling fog and light rainfall. His foot eased from the gas pedal. With bated breath, he turned to look at her.
“Landon,” she gasped as her face scrunched in pain, “we have no choice. The baby is coming. Now! We’re not going to make it.”
He let go of her tight grip.
Placing both hands on the steering wheel at the nine and three o’clock positions, he calmly turned his attention back to the road and searched for a safe area stop. All the while, a sharp pain exploded in his chest, traveling through the hollows of his body like a bolt of lightning. His stomach cramped. Thoughts and images ran rampant in his mind.
He didn’t know the first thing about delivering a baby.
Slowly, he maneuvered the truck to a spot that appeared wide enough to pull off the road. The truck’s heavy tires rolled along the uneven earth, crunching the mixture of rocks, dirt and patches of grass until it came to a complete stop.

Landon turned his attention to his wife. “Isana?”
“Hee hee hoo!” She side-eyed him without breaking her pronounced breathing pattern as she sank lower in the seat.
“I don’t know what I’m doing. What if something goes wrong?”
“We don’t have a choice!”
“This can’t be happening.” Landon ran a hand through his hair. His heart pounded in his chest as his eyes searched the cabin of the old truck in a panic. He went into action as an idea came to mind. Reaching into the tight space behind the driver’s seat, he retrieved a tattered flannel blanket. He began to spread it on the seat when she gripped his wrist with authority.
“Not enough room. Truck bed.”
Landon tucked the blanket under his armpit and exited the truck to race to Isana’s side. Opening the door, he took her hand and gently helped her out of the vehicle.
In a split second of dread, the entire birth flashed in his mind. With all the preparation that had gone into this very moment, he’d never planned for this scenario. Being stranded in the fog, in the dead of the night, without any medical attention, was the last thing he was prepared for.
He took a deep breath.
This was real. This was happening. It was all up to him to help Isana through this.
Placing one hand at the small of her back and one at her belly, he guided his wife to the truck bed.
“Shit! Holy shit!” she screamed as she took slow, small steps. She cradled her swollen belly with two hands.
Suddenly, the light sprinkle of light rain turned to heavy drops.
In disbelief, they stopped in their tracks and looked up at the moonlight sky. “Fuck!”
“I don’t care about the rain, Landon! I just want to push!”
“No, you and the baby could get sick if we stay out here.”

He’d stopped the truck next to a short expanse of open field, which separated the road from the dense forest. Landon focused his sights to the surrounding landscape as he contemplated.
The moonlight rippled along the canopy of trees, illuminating the tips of the pines before sinking into the darkened depth. Faint moonbeams infrequently penetrated the gloominess, highlighting the fog that rolled between the trees. But the play of shadow and light didn’t make the woods any more inviting. In fact, it looked like something out of a dark fairytale or horror movie.
He sighed.
The trees offered protection from the rain that they needed, but the sheer thought of stepping foot into that thick blackness made him ill at ease. Back and forth, he wrestled with his thoughts.

“Landon!” Isana wailed in misery.
Without hesitation, Landon sprang into action.
He handed the blanket to Isana and lifted her from the ground. Cradling her very pregnant body in his arms, he carefully crossed the small ravine that separated the truck from the open field. Knee-high fog and tall grasses made the trek through the narrow field a bit difficult.
But adrenaline was an amazing thing.
He was wild and wide-eyed, his heart pounding with such vigor that it felt as if it could literally jump right out of his chest. The rain intensified just as he hit his stride. He shook his head, flipping his wet hair back and out of his eyes without so much as a blink or a break in his pace.
“Oh my god!” Isana screamed as she threw her head back. Her grip around Landon’s neck tightened and her fingernails dented his skin.
“We’re almost there...just a few steps!”
He reached the edge of the forest, crossing the distinct line in the landscape that separated the darkness and light. Moving deeper into the trees, Landon was relieved they were safely shielded from the rain, as he’d hoped, but the inky blackness was consuming, transporting them to another world.
Landon slowed his pace as his eyesight adjusted to his surroundings. Dry leaves and pine needles crunched under his feet until he came to a dead stop. A rush of heavy organic scents—bark, moss and rain—filled his nostrils.
Isana buried her face in his chest.
Except for his labored breathing and his wife’s muffled moans, all was quiet. With apprehension, he took in the forest.

The towering treetops swayed slightly, allowing trickles of moonlight to escape through the foliage at sporadic intervals. A light wind blew, stirring up the loose leaves on the ground to scatter along the mist-laden ground. The slight chill in the air made Landon’s face tingle and eyes water. He took a deep breath.
Suddenly, a twig snapped.
The unmistakable sound of footsteps on the forest floor sounded nearby. Feverishly, he turned with Isana in his arms.
Nothing but darkness.
The crunching footsteps echoed once more.
He whipped his head in a different direction this time and held his breath. Still there was nothing.

He exhaled and now kept his eyes peeled on the space in front of him. Anxiety coursed through his veins. He searched for any sign of movement, but all he could see was his own breath expelled into the air.
Isana lifted her head from his chest and released an unnerving moan, piercing the silent night.

Landon flinched and stumbled on his footing. He’d never heard such a raw, animalistic sound leave his wife’s body.
Above, the forest came to life. Chaotic sounds of wings flapping and birds cawing filled the air, masking any traces of the once prominently crunching footsteps and bringing the vast forest down to size.
“Put me down!” Isana moaned.
Landon scanned the surroundings, his sights searching deeper into the forest. Then he found what he was looking for—a steady beam of moonlight.
His legs carried him with purpose.
Landon placed Isana’s feet on the ground under nature’s spotlight. The flannel blanket tumbled down from her lap and he quickly retrieved it, creating a makeshift bed where the moonlight was brightest.
Isana lifted her long nightshirt up and tied it in a knot to rest above her belly. She grunted and moaned as she situated herself in a half-seated position against a majestic tree trunk that lay on its side.
Recognizing the birthing position from class, Landon quickly moved into action. He kneeled before Isana.
She pushed off from the trunk, wrapped her arms around Landon’s neck and moved into a deep squatting position. Muffled moans—low, almost mantra-like chanting—resonated from her body as she worked through a new wave of pain.
Looking deep into her eyes, Landon whispered words of encouragement. His voice was steady and consoling, not revealing an ounce of the anxiety and uncertainty that he harbored. “You can do this. Push.”
Isana pushed.
From the corner of his eye, movement caught his attention. He lifted his forehead from Isana’s and searched the landscape around, fear hiking his already heightened adrenaline.
He saw nothing but darkness.
Isana wailed, her voice piercing the hush of the night.
The treetops reignited in pandemonium and Landon directed his focus back to his wife.
“Oh my! Oh my! Oh my!” she cried repeatedly before belting out a high note like an opera singer.
“Keep going! You’re doing good.”
“No, no, no, no. It hurts. It hurts too much!”
Suddenly, the flash of movement caught Landon’s attention once again. His gaze shot in every direction—behind him, to the side, behind Isana, overhead. And while the darkness overwhelmed every bit of space save for theirs, he caught a faint stream of shimmering light just before it dissipated into thin air like a mirage.
“What the fuck?” His voice rang loudly in frustration.

“I can’t! I can’t stretch any more. I’m gonna tear!” Isana cried, breaking Landon’s concentration on the dark.
He mimicked what he’d seen doctors and midwives doing in birthing films, but he had no clue if it was correct. Quickly reaching under Isana, he felt liquid drenching his skin as his fingers explored her body.
Immediately, his uncertain heart raced with raw excitement and overwhelming joy. “My god! The head’s right there already!”
“I know!”
“Push, baby. I’ll help you through this. Push!” Landon fixed his eyes on her, steady and encouraging.
Isana fell silent. Her face contorted as she focused all her energy on pushing. Her hands pressed on his shoulders with a force that almost toppled him.
Then she growled like an animal.
“Head’s out! You did it. Keep going!”
She exhaled as she leaned her head back. Her breaths were sharp and quick.

Fearing the look of defeat and tiredness, Landon fumbled for reassuring words to spark that last bit of energy in Isana. “Mind over matter, honey. Mind over matter. Just one more push!”
“You don’t know how this feels!” Isana cried. Her face shined like a piece of silver from the moonlight glowing on her sweaty, tear-ridden flesh. “I can’t.”
“My love. You can. You’re doing it right now! Our baby is almost here!” Isana shook as she pushed once more.
“Push. One more time, push!”
Isana bore down with a force that twisted and swelled her features. This was it.

All at once, the baby’s shoulders came through, the body sliding down quickly into Landon’s waiting hands in a gush of fluids.
“It’s a girl!” He wept as he cradled her in his arms. He looked her over, counting all fingers and toes. Gently, he placed her in her mother’s waiting arms.
Isana cried.
Landon watched as his wife cradled their baby girl for the first time. He carefully cut the umbilical cord with his pocket knife, then lifted a corner of the blanket and wiped their child, removing slimy white film and blood from her skin with each swipe.
The baby was still and quiet.
Isana placed the baby’s chest against the palm of one hand and rubbed vigorously on her back with the other. With a feeble and faint cry, the infant broke her silence.
“Yes, that’s it! Cry for Mama!”
Soon, her cries grew louder—clear as a bell and strong as steel.

*****
The shimmering particles speckled the dark forest like stars in the nighttime sky. Some burned bright and steady, while others winked in the darkness with a fleeting intensity .
Nestled among the fallen leaves and pine needles that blanketed the ground, a thick black book with elegant gold-leaf edging lay open. Unwritten pages filled the inside. A beam of light projected from the inner spine like magic, expelling the gold dust to paint the night in a mystical enchantment.
Four men dressed in black, hooded cloaks surrounded the book. From within the confines of their darkened hoods, their eyes reflected the golden glow as they fixated on the gleaming projection.
Mandatum malum,” one of the men whispered solemnly. His voice was rich and smooth, warming the crisp night air.
“It’s been some time since we’ve seen this selection,” spoke another. “The Dark Lords must be celebrating,” said yet another.
The last man in the group remained silent.

“Celebration indeed, but one that will be short-lived,” the first man responded as he bent down and slowly extended his arms. His hands cut through the light as he reached for the book and closed it.
The golden particles that were once alive with magical energy froze, locked briefly in a suspended state. Then all at once, they fell to the ground like a gentle rain. He picked up the book and stood tall. One by one, he looked at his companions and spoke with an air of supremacy. “We will take on this soul’s case. We shall intervene.”
With a look of admiration, he gazed at the book as he handed it to one of the men. “Ryker, you will be her Prophecy Keeper. The book is now in your hands.”
“I accept this mission.” Ryker nodded as he took the book and held it close to his chest.
“Joey, you will serve as her Lead Tracker. Assemble your team. This will not be an easy one, so choose the team wisely.”
“I accept this mission,” Joey responded in a ceremonious fashion.
The man turned to their silent companion, facing him eye to eye. He folded his hands together in front of his chest, “I questioned your Elite status when you came to us. You lack discipline. You lack control. You’re arrogant and selfish. However, the council assured me you were indeed born Elite, so I offered my acceptance. But make no mistake—I also delight in proving myself right.”
“Dorian...you’re not choosing me are you?” The man’s scratchy, low voice projected from within the shadows of the hood, breaking his bout of silence.
“Yes, I am. You will be her Protector.” “On a mandatum malum?”
Flecks of gold danced in the air.


Dorian held up a hand, not allowing him to voice his opinion or concern further. He paced, traveling a slow path that encircled the man. “Just as I know which mortals deserve to be saved, I know which Protectors to choose. I feel your connection to the child.”
“But I’m not ready for this big of a case. You know that.”
“We win some and we lose some. Think of what we do as a business. There are always operational losses that must be absorbed.”
“So, you’re choosing to see me fail?”
“I want to see you prevail. But I am realistic. After all, we don’t have a perfect success rate in saving every mortal we protect.”
“I’ve never led a case before and you give me a mandatum malum? Don’t use her as a pawn in our feud.”
Dorian stopped. “What feud? I may question your Elite status, but there is no feud. In fact, this gives you a chance to prove me wrong.”
The man remained silent.
Dorian continued his pacing. “You will watch over her, learn about her and understand every fiber of her being. You will know her better than she knows herself.” Completing another full circle, Dorian stopped and stood face-to-face with the man once again. He cautioned in a firm and unyielding voice, “But you will abide by the rules set forth for Protectors and all Architects. When the time comes, she must seek you out of her own free will. You must find a way to get her to accept her reality. And above all, you must ensure she holds no emotional connection to you that could taint the Prophecy.”
A long pause fell over the group of men. Anticipation built as they awaited the final response that would change their futures.
“I accept this mission.”
Dorian nodded. “And so it begins.”




Continue the adventure-
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Get to Know Maya DeLeina of Forbidden Fruit Fridays!


Author Maya DeLeina- "The Vamp" 
 Maya was born and raised on the beautiful and romantic beaches of Oahu, Hawaii. Relocating to Colorado, Maya's crystal blue oceans and powdery white sands were traded for enchanting forests, mystic mountains and golden plains of promise.

Living just on the outskirts of Manitou Springs, the town's history of spiritual healing, eclectic flare, fabled underground tunnels and rumored lore of wizardry and witchcraft rekindled Maya's love for the paranormal, metaphysical and most of all, vampires. 

One bite and she was hooked.

Maya’s books have won multiple cover art awards, garnered 4-5 star reviews from critics and book trailer awards, the most recent for Suzanne Lucas’ production of Blood of Luna.  

Check Out:
Maya’s  Website
Sexy Vampires Brought to Life on Maya’s YouTube Channel.
Maya’s books on AmazonBarnes and NobleiTunes and Bookstrand.
Maya’s Week in Review newspaper
Like Maya’s Author Fan Page
Friend Maya on Facebook
Friend Maya on Goodreads
Follow Maya on Twitter

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Ready to Get Wet? #Romance & #Adventure in Costa Rica

Tempt Me Tuesday presents the new release, Proximity--adrenaline pumping, heart wrenching fun. 

Excerpt...
She'd had a bad feeling about this trip before agreeing to go and should have gone with her gut. Instead, here she sat thousands of miles from home with friends who normally elevated her mood rather than sunk it.
She had just opened the door to her private balcony facing the canopy of the jungle when a hammering of knocks fell against the front door. Sighing, she ignored them, needing time to regroup.
Focus on the dive. That's why you're here. Look at that monkey staring at you. She squinted at the howler monkey perched in an adjacent tree. Gee, I hope he doesn't throw shit at me.
"You didn't lock the door. That's probably not safe." Bill stood behind her.

"You're certainly brining the drama on this trip." She sipped her Mai Tai and waited while he adjusted his long frame into the chair next to hers. "Emily told me that Lexi had an issue with our lunches and talks. I know you said that you didn't care what people said—and you know I don't—but it must be eating you up to leave the group. I'll quit, if that's what this is. You stay with them. Pretty soon the other guys will have similar issues with me, I'm sure. You're all too damn polite to say anything."
"Savannah—"
"Don't lie to me."
"Don't be a martyr."
She twisted in her chair to look him in the face. "We've been through snake bites, hurricanes, wicked currents, and years of shared secrets. Do. Not. Lie. To. Me."
He gritted his jaw but didn't look away. "Fine. I won't. Yes, I'm leaving the group because of you."
Well, damn, that hurts.
She felt like he'd slapped her. She'd been holding out hope that her insecurities were getting the best of her. She ripped her gaze from his and stared into her drink, absently poking the pineapple stalk into the alcohol before taking a big bite from it.
"I can't do this anymore. It's killing me," he said.
"What is?" She couldn't look at him. Sudden tears had blurred her vision.
"Choosing and never being chosen in return."
"What are you choosing? We're not playing a game of pick-up basketball. That's what you sound like—a child who isn't being picked for the right team." She rubbed a stray tear with the back of her hand. "What does that mean—choosing and not being chosen?"
"Nothing, Savannah. It doesn't mean anything."
"Now you're patronizing me." Goddamn it, he was pushing her buttons like never before.
"I'd watch that monkey if I were you...he's eyeballing your drink."
"I can handle the monkey." She slid him a gaze that she hoped melted him in place.
"You're overreacting to my announcement."
"Announcement? Stewart was right when he said you're treating us like your employees. What happened between my house and here? What aren't you telling me? Be straight, don't give me some bullshit story you've obviously made up on the fly. What is killing you? Your word...killing. Me? How? We're—"
"Stop it, Savannah. You're making everything worse." He stood and squeezed her shoulder. "Come back out with the guys. They're all pissed at me for driving you away. Let's hit restart on this adventure of ours and have a good night."
She'd rally because that's what she did—what she was known for, rallying and never breaking. Even after her fiancĂ© had killed himself, she'd gone on with life and succeeded. She rallied. But right now she didn't want to laugh this off and be one of the guys. She wanted to drink her Mai Tai, order room service, and spend the rest of her night staring at the jungle surrounding them. Alone.
"Go do that then. I'm not coming."
"Savannah...this isn't about hurting you. You and I—"
"—Are such good buddies that you can't confide in me?" She met his gaze then, eyes devoid of tears, a skill she'd mastered over the years. "We talk every night. I thought we told each other everything, and here you have this resentment toward me—"
"—I don't resent you at all, couldn't, that's not—"
"Then tell me the truth because I know you're lying."
He shoved his hands into the back pockets of his jeans and stared at her as if weighing the pros and cons of confession.
"So it's true? You're still lying?" She stood then and poked him in the chest with the remainder of the pineapple stalk. "We are dive partners! I trust you with my life and you trust me with yours every damn time we go down. What could you possibly want to hide from me?"
"If I tell you, I'll lose you." He clenched his jaw but didn't break eye contact. "That's what you do, Savannah. Yes, we know each other really well, which means I know what I can and can't tell you."
"What do you mean that's what I do? Do what? You showed up at my house with Chinese take-out, all smiles and wanting to make plans to go to Denver for Alyssa and Luke's wedding—then wham you're suddenly moving to California." She gestured wide with her hands, more confused than she'd ever been about anything in her life. "Did you get bit by some Costa Rican bug and it's causing you to lose your fucking mind?"
Without hesitating, he grabbed the back of her head and ground his mouth against hers until they stumbled back against the chair and onto the railing of the balcony. The ferocity of his kiss weakened her knees and shocked her to the core.
She clenched at his shoulders for balance, conscious of leaning precariously against a bamboo railing thirty feet above the ground. Every inch of her trembled at the unexpected passion rolling from his lips and against hers.
But she liked the way he felt against her, enjoyed the way his fists pulled as he wrapped them tightly into her hair, liked the way he ground his mouth against hers until she kissed him back, thrilled at being thrown off balance and needing to cling to his strong shoulders to remain upright.
When she opened her mouth to deepen the kiss, he moaned his appreciation. The sound electrified her blood with a million tiny pinpricks of awareness that pulsated beneath her skin.
As suddenly as he'd kissed her, he let her go.
She sagged against the railing, hands searching for something to hold onto as she watched him walk away. Anger replaced desire in the blink of an eye.
She strode after him and caught him as he was stepping out the front door. "What the hell was that?"
He looked at her, his slow grin adding fuel to the fire burning in her gut. "If I need to tell you, then I guess I didn't do it right."
"Bill, I swear to God you've lost all sense," she whispered.
"Maybe it's the opposite."
She frowned. "I don't know what that means."
"There's the problem. Right there." He grabbed her by the shoulders, kicked the door closed and ground his mouth against hers again. Reckless desire communicated itself through the ferocity of his kiss.
She pressed against him, overcome with need and confusion. She matched his passion with her own, no longer thinking about what was right or wrong. Every inch of her skin quivered with awareness.
They fell against the wall, tripped over a low table, and collapsed against the floor in a tangle of limbs. Body heat ignited from the inside out, making the short dress she wore feel constricting even as it rode up her thighs. She writhed against him, peeled his shirt up his back and sunk her fingernails into his skin.
He moved his mouth from hers and trailed kisses down her neck. The weight of him pressing her against the wooden floor combined with the heat of their bodies and the feel of his mouth on her skin while surrounded by wild sounds of the jungle overloaded her senses.
"Savannah, I've wanted this for so long," he muttered against her shoulder.
His voice snapped her back to reality. She dropped her head back against the wood and closed her eyes. The pleasure of the moment conflicting with common sense.
"We can't do this," she said with a catch in her voice. "You're Bill."
"Glad you know who I am." He rose up on the palm of his hands and stared into her eyes. "Why not? You're the only woman I've ever thought of as a soul mate—look at how we are together. Friends, confidantes...why not lovers? Why not have it all?"
"Stop it. Soul mate? Where is this coming from?" She wiggled from beneath him and straightened her dress. Breaths came like tortured streaks of air ripping through up her throat. "This is because of your fight with Lexi, isn't it? She said something about me, about us, and it has you all stirred up. I am not going to risk our friendship for a good fuck."
"You want me as badly as I want you." He jumped to his feet.
She couldn't look at him with his hair a mess from her hands, handsome face dark with desire, and shirt half-up his hard chest without thinking of how good it had felt to have his body on top of hers. Her mind raced for an excuse that wouldn't damage their relationship.
She needed his friendship more than she needed a lover.
"You're Bill."
"We've got that covered! Why the hell do you keep saying that? What does my name signify to you? Is it that I'm your lap dog and nothing more? Have I been segregated into some weird place in your life where I am permanently in the friend-zone?"
Words failed her. She faced him and shrugged. The hurt in his eyes stabbed her in her heart.
"Bill, wait," she said when he opened the door again. She grabbed his arm, not knowing what to say but terrified that a crack had formed in their relationship that would never heal. "I need to understand."
"If I need to spell it out to you at this point, then maybe I've been wrong about us for a very long time." He met her gaze. "That's why I need to go. You confuse me. I want a life with a wife and kids and big family barbecues and all of that and I'm starting to think this...friendship we have...is standing in the way of the rest of my life. It's you, always you in my head when I'm with anyone else."
"You're my best friend," she whispered, fear making her voice quake. "That's always been enough."
"That's what I thought, too."
"Then what changed? We're Savannah and Bill, we have fun, we're each other's go-to person...Why complicate it? Why can't you have a wife and kids and everything you want with me as your best friend?"
"Is that what you want? Really?" He leaned close enough where the gold flecks in his hazel eyes were only an eyelash away. "Do you want to watch me marry someone else one day? Because I can honestly stand here and say that the idea of you being some other man's bride tears my heart out."
She cringed at the idea of being anyone's bride. "Why are you doing this? Now? Here? Before a dangerous dive?"
"It came up, that's all."
"Like hell it did. You're my partner and now you threw this—"
"Let it go, Savannah. Pretend I never came to your room."  He twisted free of her grip and walked onto the suspended bridge.
Talk about a serious mind fuck.
Deciding to let him have his nervous breakdown on his own, she slammed the door closed and stomped toward the bed. Her dive buddies were her safe haven from the nutty men in the world—or at least they had been before Bill decided to go bonkers. She fell back onto the bed and blinked at the thatched ceiling. Absently, she touched her lips that still throbbed from his kiss.
Okay, so maybe she'd fantasized about him now and then. Perhaps she'd been guilty of comparing other men to Bill and finding them lacking. But crossing that line had never been an option for her. Couldn't be.
Mae West had once said that a man's kiss was his signature.
Savannah grinned against her fingertips. Now she knew what Ms. West had meant by that and had to agree. Damn, no man's kiss had ever curled her toes and boiled her blood like that.
Too bad it could never happen again.


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Blurb

Love sometimes hides in plain sight.

Savannah is one of the boys—fun loving, adventurous, a general contractor, and dive master extraordinaire. There isn't much she takes seriously about herself, or at least that's the impression she likes to give off. Women often misjudge her based on her looks so she's gravitated toward a group of men who accept her 'as is'—her Scuba diving club.

Bill has known Savannah's wild side for years and has been comfortable playing the role of best friend. As part of the Dallas Divers, he's shared many adventures with the group from diving the Blue Hole in Belize to exploring the Great Barrier Reef in Australia. When the team heads out to Costa Rica for a series of cave dives, he knows something is off but can't justify his nerves.

Catastrophe happens shortly after their immersion in the cave. With the entrance blocked from an earthquake and separated from the rest of their team, Savannah and Bill are forced to find another way out while battling aftershocks, rising tides, and an undeniable attraction that they've ignored for too long. The question becomes, what's more dangerous...the earthquake or love?

**The Wanderlust Series consists of stand-alone adventure romance novels. Occasionally, characters from previous novels may make a cameo, but each story truly does stand on its own merits.