Guest Blogger – Amber Skyze
Jun 28, 2011 Filed under: erotica, guest blogger
My newest release Chasing Forever, is about two best friends crossing that line and becoming lovers and the struggles it can cause.
What is your favorite genre to write? What other genres do you enjoy?
My favorite is contemporary erotic romance. I also enjoy adding suspense to a few of my books.
Do you have a favorite character from one of your books? My favorite character is the hero, Nathan Donovan from Splashing Good Time. It was my second published book, but this hero still holds my heart.
How do you make time in your life for writing?
I get up extra early, usually around 4am, when the house is quiet. I write until it’s time to get my teen up for school. Now that school is out I may sleep an extra hour. :o)
What do you like to read? Do you have some favorite authors?
I read a variety of books from historical to chick-lit and non-fiction.
Choose six adjectives to describe yourself.
Hmmm, shy, quiet, inquisitive, protective, caring, and passionate
Describe the perfect meal.
Surf and Turf – a nice filet and lobster tails…yes, plural I can eat two tails. :o)
If you were a dessert what would you be and why?
My favorite – strawberry cheesecake!
Chasing Forever by Amber Skyze
Jordyn has longed to make her relationship with best friend Diego more than platonic. Her body drips with need to know what it would feel like to have his lips kissing every inch of her skin. Desire to wrap her legs around his waist and plunge into deep waters with him fills her every dream.
Diego is one with the ocean. His passion is surfing and chasing that ultimate wave. He doesn’t have time for a relationship. Or does he?
A storm is brewing and when a tragedy occurs, Diego and Jordyn need to decide if they’re both chasing the same dreams.
An Excerpt From: CHASING FOREVER
Copyright © AMBER SKYZE, 2011
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
Jordyn sat on the beach towel watching Diego riding out the waves. Her pulse raced. He knew he shouldn’t be out there. Hurricane Ivan was heading inland and the weatherman had warned of the dangerous undertow. She’d attempted to chase a few waves, but once she’d swum a few yards she knew it was a mistake. She’d quickly swum back to shore and waited while her best friend tried to prove he was smarter than the ocean.
The waters had turned mean and ugly over the last twenty minutes and the sky was an ominous gray. The hurricane was moving closer. A breeze came in off the water and a chill passed through her body. She’d unzipped her wet suit down to her waist, exposing her bikini top when she exited the water. She should cover up again in case the rains poured down.
She scanned the waters. Someone on a Jet Ski buzzed around, stopping every so often to take some pictures. She hoped he would keep away from the jagged rocks. The razor-sharp rocks were Jordyn’s bigger fear with Diego being out on the water. One wrong move and a wave could drag him under and throw him against the rocks, ending his life.
Jet skis were prohibited at any time on this part of the beach, but it didn’t stop them, especially on a day like today. They’d swarm around the surfers—in this case, just Diego—hoping to get a great shot of him nailing a thirty-foot wave.
Hopefully that’s all he catches.
She scanned the beach looking for any other fools. People with cameras hoping to click the ideal picture of the perfect storm peppered the sand.
“Dumbasses,” she muttered. What did that make her? She was on the beach too. Why had she allowed Diego to convince her this was a good idea?
“Because I’m a fool too.” She buried her foot in the sand and watched how the tiny particles glided between her toes. If she was smart she’d grab her board, jump in her Jeep and hightail it back to her place. Common sense flew out the window when it came to Diego, because she was head over heels in love with him.
Too bad he doesn’t feel the same. He loved her like a sister he’d said a few too many times, especially on drunken occasions.
If she’d had a nickel for all the times he’d said, “If you weren’t like a sister to me, I’d fuck you.”
How her pussy moistened with the thought. A few times she’d been tempted to sock him one and other times she’d wanted to tackle him and show him the woman inside waiting for him to fill that void deep within.
Instead she’d sat back and waited.