PROXIMITY
Book Two of the
Wanderlust Series
Genre: Contemporary
romance adventure
Author: Amber Lea Easton
Heat Level: Steamy
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.
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Author Interview
Q: Can you tell us a little about the
Wanderlust Series as a whole?
A: I
originally started writing this series for my own entertainment as an author.
Anonymity, the first in the series, came about after I had written a serious
nonfiction book and needed to cleanse my mind and have some fun. I loosely
based it on a trip my late husband and I took to Belize—adventure tended to
follow us wherever we went! After that, people who read Anonymity loved the
secondary characters, Bill and Savannah. I decided at that point to create a series
of adventure oriented romance novels that take place all over the world to
share my both my love of travel and my love of human relationships. I hope to
transport readers to these places where they can experience the world without
ever leaving their homes. It's my intention to give them a fun read with
captivating characters in fascinating places.
Q: What's the best part of traveling,
from your perspective?
A:
To me, the best part of traveling is truly immersing myself in the culture of
the place I'm visiting. I always start out with a sense of wonder and
curiosity—no matter if I'm traveling to the Caribbean or Iowa. I want to leave
with a sense of the people who live there and with knowledge of the place I've
been. What's the food like? How is it different than where I call home? What
makes the people there happy? I always leave on a trip expecting to learn
something and am never disappointed.
Q: When thinking of these stories, what
comes first? Setting or characters?
A:
Characters come first for me. It doesn't matter if I'm writing romance
adventure or romantic suspense, it is always the characters that I envision
first. They tell me the story from that point forward.
Q: Do you have any writing habits that
get you in the creative mood?
A: Yes, I love to write with music and candles. I get into my zone when I'm at my desk, a particular soundtrack going that suits my mood at the moment, and either candles or incense burning. Oh, and my dogs. I always have at least one nearby.
Q: Speaking of adventure, what's the
most adventurous thing you've ever done?
A: I
swam with sharks—intentionally. I thought they were magnificent creatures and I
came away with a deep appreciation of their beauty and grace. There have been
many more experiences that some might call adventurous, but I ultimately
believe the best is yet to come.
Excerpt
One
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 fiancé 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.
About the Author:
Amber Lea Easton is a
multi-published author of both nonfiction and fiction. Smart is sexy, according
to Easton, which is why she writes strong female heroines who encounter their
fair share of challenges but ultimately persevere. In addition to being an
author, Easton is also an editor, speaker, and mother of two exceptional young
adults. Find out more about her books by visiting http://www.amberleaeaston.com
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