Rebecca is back on the blogger with her third book,
“Lost in
Amber.” Last February, I got myself hot and tangled when
I blogged about her book, “Our Little Secret”.
Two erotic guys want to share their lives with one woman, only they have to
make a move on practical, responsible Julia before she says goodbye.
“Our Little Secret” was the first book in
the Finding Forever series.
“Lost in Amber.” is now the second contemporary
romance book in the same series and it tells the story of Amber and Lincoln.
I
was just reading a review of the book…
“Rebecca Raine has a wonderful
quirky style of writing that makes you laugh out loud. With hot sex scenes
tossed in to keep things spicy.” –AusReader,
Amazon.com
Here’s the Blurb
True
love should always come with a convenient expiry date.
Amber O’Hara loves her life as a
single woman. She does what she wants, when she wants and never answers to
anyone. And when she wants someone to
do? As far as Amber is concerned, that’s what friends are for.
After a childhood marred by casual
neglect, Lincoln Zane craves a deeper connection—in life and relationships. He’s
not about to settle for Amber’s offer of a friendship with benefits, but he
will counter with an offer of his own. He’ll give her the freedom from
commitment she desires, but in return he’ll demand she not shy away from the
intensity of their passion for the short time they’ll be together. After all,
love doesn’t have to last forever to be real.
In Lincoln’s proposal, Amber sees her
chance to experience the depth of a ‘real’ relationship, without compromising
her future. It’s a temptation too great to resist. But as the bond between them
grows, they discover love doesn’t always play by the rules.
Now they’re lost in each other, will
they ever find their way back to freedom?
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“Lost in Amber” is available now for the Kindle price
of $2.99 US and $3.99 Aus.
Here's the link, Amazon.com
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Rebecca kindly provided an excerpt of the story.
Amber O’Hara stood
on the footpath with only an umbrella to protect her from the rain and wondered
if keeping her job was motivation enough to ruin her favourite pair of heels.
Four metres of mud lay between her and the front porch of the almost complete
house. Inside the house, her boss waited for her to deliver important
documentation that required his immediate approval and signature. If she didn’t
have the documents in the post by six o’clock, heads would roll. Her head,
specifically.
Granted, with her
current income she could easily afford to buy half a dozen pairs of shoes if
she wished. But finding another pair of six-inch heels this comfortable would
be like searching for the Holy Grail. Divine intervention would be required.
“Can I help you?”
The masculine drawl
came from somewhere to her left and Amber turned her gaze from the
inconveniently placed mud to see a pair of dirty work boots beside her. As she
tilted her umbrella back, a pair of muscular legs came into view, followed by a
body that knew exactly how to fill out a set of gardening clothes and did so
admirably. Then her slow perusal reached his head and her admiration for his
fine form choked up and died.
It wasn’t the
liberal splattering of mud all over him that turned her off. She could
appreciate the dishevelment that came from a hard day of manual labour. Nor was
he unpleasant to look at. In fact, she would have considered him quite
good-looking in a rough, uncompromising sort of way—if he wasn’t smirking at
her.
Amber had no
patience for men who smirked at women.
“I’m looking for
Scott Mason,” she said. The rain had reduced to little more than a drizzle, so
she closed her small umbrella with a snap.
The muddy gardener
gestured to the house. “He’s inside somewhere.”
“Yes. That’s what I
thought.” She eyed the mud again before asking, “Is there another way in?”
The smirk grew
wider and he crossed his arms over his overly enthusiastic pectoral muscles and
favoured her with an amused shrug. “Not currently.”
Amber sighed. He
was not being particularly helpful in her time of need. “Don’t you normally put
down wooden boards or something? So you don’t traipse mud all over the client’s
new house?”
“Sure,” he nodded.
“But just about everyone is gone for the day and I had to spread the soil
before the lawn shows up tomorrow. So I removed them.”
“The soil,” she
repeated. “You mean this mudslide?”
“Yes. That’s what
soil turns into when it gets wet.” He wasn’t actually laughing out loud at her,
but she figured it was a close thing.
Amber scowled at
his condescension. “Well, it’s a very level mudslide. I’ll be sure to let the
head gardener know how industrious you’ve been.”
“Would you?” he
replied with a blatantly false look of sincerity. “That would be great. I
really want to impress the boss.”
She felt the corner
of her top lip lifting in a clear show of distaste and yanked it back down. It
would be unprofessional of her to get into an argument with this man and since
she’d inherited this job from her best friend, Julia, less than six months ago
she wanted to be as professional as possible. Julia had been unflinchingly
professional in every way and so could she. “Of course,” she said with a wide
not-so-convincing smile of her own. “Well, I’ll be heading inside now.”
Her weight shifted
from one foot to the other as she considered the best form of attack. Maybe she
should take her shoes off before crossing the mud. Except then she’d have muddy
feet and wouldn’t be able to enter the house at all—or put her shoes back on.
“You’re going to
ruin your shoes.” Another drawled comment from Captain Freaking Obvious.
“I’m aware of
that,” she snapped. Why, oh why, had she offered to bring these papers to Scott
after she left work? She’d thought it would be a quick matter of popping into a
construction site so he could approve the changes his partner, Derek, had made
and add his signature to the bottom. Then she could pop the envelope into the
post box on her way home. It had all sounded so simple. Until she found herself
confronted with a river of sludge. Damn it. She loved these shoes.
“Come on,
princess.” The gardener stepped forward, grabbed her wet umbrella with one
hand, and scooped her up into his arms before she had a chance to react.
Her feet flew up in
the air and she squealed as she gripped onto him for dear life. “What the hell
do you think you’re doing?”
He adjusted her in
his arms before taking a few long strides over the mud. His step was sure and
steady, despite carrying her squirming self in his arms. “I’m saving you the
tears you’ll shed over the destruction of those torture devices you call
shoes.”
“How dare you? Put
me down!”
Coming to a stop,
he leaned forward to peer over her body at the ground. The move shifted her
balance in his arms and she squeaked in horror and gripped onto him tighter.
“Are you sure you
want me to put you down?”
Amber peeked over
her shoulder and saw the muck surrounding them. The front porch of the house
was now a mere two metres away.
“Yes,” she said
with as much dignity as she could muster. “I want you to put me down, right
there.” She pointed at the safety of the porch with one manicured finger.
He started to
laugh. The full, deep sound reverberated through her body until she could feel
her own mouth twitching at the corners, despite her fear his continued mirth
would cause him to lose his balance and drop her. She gripped onto his arms and
felt the shift of heavy, corded muscles beneath the tanned skin. Yeah, okay, it
was time to get out of his arms before she started to lose her head.
“You’ve had your
fun. Can you please get on with the saving part now?”
A few long strides
later, he stepped up onto the porch. One arm slid out from behind her knees and
her legs swung down toward the wet, but relatively clean, wood. She held onto
his shoulders as her feet touched down and she regained her balance.
His hands shifted
to her waist, steadying her, and for a moment, their gazes met. The late
afternoon light fell across his face, showing his eyes to be a pale green.
Compared to the rest of him, which suffered the ill effects of toiling with
dirt in the heavy rain of an hour ago, his eyes were crystal clear.
Yes, he was more
than a little good-looking under all the dirt. Rough. Roguish. But hot all the
same.
Realising she was
staring, not to mention the fact they had yet to let go of each other, she
snatched her hands away from his shoulders and stepped back so his hands slid
off her waist. She took a deep breath in an effort to recover her composure.
“Thank you for your
assistance, Mr…?”
“Linc,” he said as
he handed the umbrella back to her.
“Mr Linc,” she
repeated. “Though next time you decide to put your hands on a woman be sure to
ask permission first. Do you understand?”
There was that
maddening smirk again. “Sure thing, princess,” he said, placing his hands on
his hips.
She paused in the
process of flattening out the envelope she’d crushed in her hand to look up at
him. “I’m not a princess. I’m an accountant.”
“My mistake.” He
licked his lips and laughed as his gaze travelled the length of her—twice. “You
sure do look like a princess.”
Amber frowned as
she checked her outfit. She was dressed in a tailored navy blue skirt suit,
paired with a cream knitted top. Her jewellery included a trendy coral necklace
with matching earrings. It was a clean, modern look, but nothing was going to
stop her ensemble from screaming ‘office worker’ to anyone within a fifty metre
radius. In no way, shape or form, would she ever be mistaken for a princess.
Tilting her head
back, and now she was this close she realised how far back she had to tilt to
do that, she narrowed her eyes at his amused countenance and pressed her lips
into a thin line. “Good day, Mr Linc. Enjoy your dirt.”
She walked into the
house and slammed the door behind her, but she couldn’t block out the sound of
his laughter echoing in her ears. For all his supposed chivalry, the man was
still a condescending bastard. No amount of sex appeal could make up for a bad
attitude.
When she exited the
house twenty minutes later there was no sign of the dirty gardener. There was,
however, a path of wooden boards stretching from the porch all the way to the
footpath. Her shoes would live to see another day, after all.
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About “Lost in Amber” from Rebecca
This book started out as my way of exploring two
disparate parts of myself. Lincoln is the minimalist part of me who doesn’t
like to be surrounded by too much stuff, hates the thought of wasting the earth’s
resources and wants to live simply. Amber is the girly part who adores pretty
dresses and fancy restaurants and wants to chill on the couch binging on chips
and TV marathons. I really enjoyed putting them in a room together and watching
the sparks fly!
About Rebecca Raine
Rebecca is a long-time lover of all things
romance. Whether it’s a book, movie, or real-life, she will always have more
fun if there’s a love interest thrown into the mix. She lives in Queensland,
Australia with her very own hero husband, two adorable children and one big,
black dog. Other than reading and writing books, her favourite things include
loud music, enjoying a glass of wine on the patio, organising everything in
existence, and spending too much time on the Internet.
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Rebecca, congratulations for the launch of your
third book! I look forward to your "Finding Forever" book series growing with more hot and humorous, heroes and heroines.
Have
a good week.
♥ Ashlyn
