In Denied Origin, Amber Leigh Williams spins a nice tale of suspense, during which the reader is taken on a journey around the world in several days. This is a fast-paced story that keeps the reader on the edge of the seat and guessing. The action and sexual tension keep the reader wondering, waiting, and wanting more. Characters are engaging and smart, and if you like to try to figure out a mystery, this is a great challenge and addition to your to buy list. There are a couple of gripping plot twists that’ll surprise you, but they make perfect sense in the end, once a series of astounding secrets are revealed. I can only imagine Amber Williams will get better and better and be well read. Her creativity is obvious with this appropriately-named, highly-charged, danger-filled setting and story. Watch for her future works. She’s an amazing writer. No doubt about it.
Kick back and get cozy with book lover and Harlequin Superromance author, Amber Leigh Williams!
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Research Log: Rio de Janeiro
In Denied Origin, Amber Leigh Williams spins a nice tale of suspense, during which the reader is taken on a journey around the world in several days. This is a fast-paced story that keeps the reader on the edge of the seat and guessing. The action and sexual tension keep the reader wondering, waiting, and wanting more. Characters are engaging and smart, and if you like to try to figure out a mystery, this is a great challenge and addition to your to buy list. There are a couple of gripping plot twists that’ll surprise you, but they make perfect sense in the end, once a series of astounding secrets are revealed. I can only imagine Amber Williams will get better and better and be well read. Her creativity is obvious with this appropriately-named, highly-charged, danger-filled setting and story. Watch for her future works. She’s an amazing writer. No doubt about it.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Book Dive #1 cont... DENIED ORIGIN
Denied Origin takes the characters across the globe in a matter of days, starting in Brazil then fleeing to the coast of Greece. From there, they go to Rome, Egypt and more! Mark and Valentina are shuffled from location to location. Why not include really exciting places like Copacabana Beach, Vatican City, and the Taj Mahal? The research was fascinating!
One of my goals was to add a tidbit of trivia about every location embedded in the text. This way, I hope readers learn more about each location, too. Also each locale had a mood of its own that added a flavor to the story. Meshed together, all the different cultures made DO a story not quite like any other. The only location that doesn't acutally exist is the final destination, which is one of the story's secrets. Not even the characters know until the last minute where or what it is. They learn as the reader does.
This was the one book that I did fly by the seat of my pants while plotting. All I knew was each location and the characters. And I didn't do research ahead of time. As the characters traveled, so did I through my research to make the travelling all that more realistic:
As the train pulled into the station, Valentina stirred. It was midmorning and the sun was out, bright and full. She squinted out the window at Agra. “Are we getting off?”
Mark nodded distractedly as he rose to get their luggage. He threw the duffel over his shoulder before helping her to her feet. He tucked an arm around her shoulders. “Don’t leave my side,” he whispered as they wandered into the station.
He kept his eyes sharp. A sniper could be perched just out of view, a knife could be held just out of sight, a suicide bomber could be waiting to jump forth. His eyes passed over every face, studied them, judged them. He checked over his shoulder many times to make sure no one was following them. “We’ll go straight there.”
“Good,” she muttered. He knew she was also watching the crowd nervously. “The sooner we leave this place the better.”
He didn’t relax, but slowly began to take in the sights as they walked quickly through the city streets. They walked through a large bazaar where the smell of spices was so strong he could almost feel them filtering through his lungs as he breathed deep to admit them. There
weren’t many cars. There was the occasional elephant, more than a few horse-drawn carts, and various bicyclists.
All the people were tan with exotic eyes and peasant dress though they had a carefree air, a sense of peace and gratification. They’d been walking for some time when they came to a crowded iron bridge.
“Are we close?” She pressed close to Mark’s side as they squeezed into the traffic on the bridge.
He nodded, his eyes darting every which way, searching for the glare of a weapon. “This is the Yamuna River. The Taj is just across the bridge.”
After wriggling their way through the suffocating crowd, they broke out into the sunlight again. As soon as she saw the monument in the distance, she let out a surprised gasp. “Oh, Mark…”
He couldn’t help but grin at her surprise. “It’s even better up close and personal, huh?”
Her gasp melded fluidly into an awestruck sigh. “Oh, it’s gorgeous—more than I imagined.”
“We have to go through the south entrance,” Mark advised, guiding her onward. “Not much further.”
They passed through a red sandstone gate into the spacious gardens. Facing south at the northern tip of the gardens in the very center stood the magnificent temple. Its white marble structure was situated perfectly on a red sandstone platform.
In the morning light, the monument was as white and elegant as a bride. Though light fog had descended into the lower parts of the garden, the Taj speared through it, boasting its feminine majesty to the world.
Scroll down and find out more about Mark and Valentina. Denied Origin is on sale now from The Wild Rose Press in ebook and paperback!
Tomorrow we're diving into historical romance Forever Amore! Don't miss out!
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Book Dive #1: DENIED ORIGIN

secured in the small band at the nape of his neck. From her angle, she saw he had a strong nose and a full mouth. He looked slightly angelic but dangerous all-the same. She shivered and couldn’t decide if it was from fear or excitement.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
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Tuesday, September 1, 2009
New Release & Giveaway!
And I have my first review quote! Thanks to Lisa Britton Jacoby of The Baker City Herald:
Monday, June 29, 2009
Stop & Smell the Roses Blog Bouquet
My garden varieties are listed below. To win a free download of any of these three stories, comment which one you would most like to read and why. I'll draw at name tomorrow and announce it here at The Cozy Page as well as The Wild Rose Press Yahoo group. And when you're finished here, continue your Bouquet tour at The Author's Studio! Oh, yeah, and have fun!!!
Crimson Rose: Denied Origin
Former FBI agent and bodyguard Mark Welles’s career and life are going downhill until he meets Marcisso Tuttora, the man his father died protecting years ago. Wealthy businessman Marcisso puts the life of his only child, Valentina, in Mark’s hands by asking him to return to Rio de Janeiro to guard her.
His black Stetson was pulled low, casting his eyes in shadow from the bright arena lights. His jaw clenched tight. He flexed his gloved hand, waiting for Jack to settle down long enough for him to hop on.
Jack gave a snort then calmed. Judd didn’t wait for Wade’s okay. He jumped onto Jack’s back. Wade worked quickly to strap his hand in place. Jack quivered underneath him and pawed the ground. He jerked forward, anticipating freedom. Judd squeezed his thighs tight around Jack’s wide flank. The animal was ready to rip loose. The bull’s ripe scent stung his nostrils.
“Here we go,” Wade slapped Judd’s arm.
Judd lifted his hand in the air.
Wade motioned the man holding the chute’s gate. He stepped back, the gate swung open, and the crowd roared as Judd and Jack came flying out of the chute.
Eight seconds seemed like forever. Jack was mad and proving it. His hind legs kicked up. Judd held on, trying to anticipate Jack’s wild movements. His arm was in the air, body bowing back and forth with Jack’s movements. The seconds stretched. As if sensing Judd’s victory, Jack began to whirl around, desperate to buck him off.
The clock buzzer went off, signaling eight seconds. The crowd came to its feet, clapping and hollering. Judd yanked his hand out of the leather strap, slid off Jack’s back, and backed away from the bull. Apparently, Jack wasn’t ready to give in to the humiliation. He charged after Judd, horns down, snorting.
The crowd screamed. Judd took off as fast as he could for the nearest wall. He heard Jack’s hooves pounding through the dirt after him. He dove for the wall, climbed up as fast as he could and grabbed the rail.
His gloved hand slipped off the rung. He felt himself falling back. A hand latched over the back of his, slim and white, but strong. He grabbed onto the rail as the rescuing hand tugged hard, helping him pull himself up just as Jack plowed into the wall below him. The crowd cheered as he came safely into view, barely escaping injury or worse. Glancing down, he saw the handlers chasing after Jack who was still in no mood to be tamed. He looked around to see who’d helped him out.
His adrenaline-pumped heart stammered to a halt. The pale face shadowed by the ball cap was a woman’s. As he stared into the familiar, muted green eyes and realization washed through him, his hand almost slipped on the rail again. His lungs seized, halting his panting breaths.
He’d seen her many times over the past fifteen years but only in movie theaters and on television.
God. She was back. Big as life. In the flesh. His mouth went dry when her lips turned up in a soft smile.
“Hey, Judd,” she said in the voice that had made her famous.
His eyes found the thin, pale scar by her mouth. It’d faded to pink since the highly-reported accident and subsequent emergency surgery. There was another scar by her eye, barely noticeable but there marking her perfect face all the same.
She must’ve seen where his eyes had gone. Smile fading, she took a half-step back and looked down. He watched her bend to pick up his Stetson. She dusted off the brim and handed it over the rail. “Lose this?” she asked.
He took it and set it on his head. Unsure of himself, he gave her a short nod then jumped back into the corral.
Walking away from her on numb legs, he looked up and saw Wade running toward him, mouth stretched wide to accommodate his eager grin. “Hell, kid, that was a sweet ride! You and Jack-boy put on a hell of a show. The crowd got their whole money’s worth out of that performance. You okay?”
Hell no.
“Thank you,” she whispered, taking them. Her heart tugged and her lips curved as she stared down into their wide, bright faces. “They’re my favorite.”
He smiled. “I was hoping. They made me think of you.”
Awed, she lowered her nose to sniff the blooms. “You got them from Adrian?”
He shrugged. “Only the best.”
She nodded in agreement. “I’ll just set them here.” She put them on a bench in the shade of the magnolia tree, and then faced him awkwardly.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Release Day Schedule!!!

Sunday, February 8, 2009
Holiday Love Affair Blog Fest & Romantic Notions Booksigning

Thursday, December 25, 2008
Happy Holidays!

So yours truly waited by the window every morning that week, growing more and more itchy then grumpy then, by Friday when a full week had passed, just plain BAH HUMBUG! I told my dear Jacob, “I’m not waiting by the window today. I’m going to mind my own business, let the morning flit on by like a leaf on the wind, not noticing, then go out after lunch to the mail box and not get let down once more when it doesn’t magically appear.” “Riiiight,” was his know-it-all reply. Now I was on a mission to prove to him and myself that I have some self-restraint. Some. *wink*
I slept in a good while, fixed some brunch, took it to my desk at the back of the house—as far away from the front windows as possible—and sat down to “write.” What really happened is I ended up procrastinating until lunchtime. For some strange reason, I couldn’t hold a sensible thought in my head. I went to fix lunch and somehow my feet got confused and veered toward the front door instead of the kitchen. New house; still get mixed up. *sheepish grin* Across the lawn…to the mail box…open the slot…gasp! OMG! It’s HERE! All the neighbors saw a maniacal, pajama-clad brunette doing the Snoopy dance in her driveway.
The package somehow managed to tear itself into shreds *shrug* by the time I got it to the front door then viola, my baby dropped right into my hands, perfect, touchable, smell-able. I preened it, petted it, hugged it, nuzzled it…then wiped it down so furiously with tissues CSI couldn’t have found even the teeniest remnant of a fingerprint on the shiny surface of that amazing, Covey-Award-winning, Rae Monet cover. I set it carefully on the ottoman, angling it toward the door so Jake would see it as soon as he came in from work. I must’ve picked up the phone a dozen times to call him because I wanted to tell him so bad! But no. Surprise.
When he drove up, I jumped off the barstool I’d been using to angle the overhead lights to spotlight it just so. I couldn’t wait for him to walk himself to the door. I went out in the cold, grabbed him by the arm, yanked him inside and grinned at him wildly. He frowned. “Are you okay?” I gave a shrieking giggle and, unable to restrain myself one more second without joyfully imploding, I spun him toward the ottoman and pointed. Two idiots did the Snoopy dance in the living room. After we wound down, he reached out to grab. And what did I do? Slap. “Don’t touch it!” I squealed, holding it to my chest like a mommy protecting her baby from the BBW. “It’s sensitive,” I added in a whisper. “Riiight.”
Now—at this very moment—my baby stands against the wall of my office, still perfect and untouchable, on top of the snarky printer I forced into semi-permanent hibernation (another story, another time). On occasion—like, um, every five minutes—I glance up, see it, let out a shrieking giggle and start singing, “Merry Christmas to me! Merry Christmas to me! Merry Christmas to meeee! Merry Christmas to mee-eeeeee!”
Hope everyone gets their heart’s sweetest wish this holiday season!!!!!
*Photo credit to Finishline Signs & Graphics*
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Where To Find Me This Weekend

Friday, November 14, 2008
DENIED ORIGIN released in print TODAY!!!

Monday, October 13, 2008
DENIED ORIGIN wins the Most Eye-Catching Cover Award!!!

Thursday, August 28, 2008
New Print Release Date for DENIED ORIGIN!!!
Friday, August 22, 2008
NeW ExCeRpT!!!

*Here's a new nibble for all my blog readers (PG-13):
Valentina heard Mark’s breathing slow, deepen. His eyelashes were long but far from feminine. His mouth was full, sexy. She ran a fingertip over his bottom lip, watched it fall open slightly.
His nose was strong, his skin tan by heritage. She traced them with a fond smile before running a hand through the thick, black mane of his hair.
What was it about him that drew her so strongly?
She remembered the way he’d looked at her in the hotel in Cairo. She’d give anything for him to look at her that way—unguardedly—again.
He cared for her. She drew the knowledge over her like a warm blanket. She followed teasing instinct and brushed her lips over his.
His eyes snapped open. His hand rose between them. His expression was firm.
“Don’t do it.”
“Why not?”
He let out a shaky breath. “There are some lines you can’t turn around and go back to once you’ve crossed them.”
She took the hand that held her back and brought it to her lips. “I don’t want you to stop. I can promise you I won’t want to go back once I’ve crossed the line.”
She leaned toward him again; her lips brushing over his in the lightest of kisses. His eyes narrowed languidly. She savored the tingles spreading through her.
She hummed as they built, deepened.
His eyes were open now and watching. He hadn’t moved. She traced her thumb over his lower lip again and bit her own as it tingled in need. “Kiss me.”
He moved across the space between them and pressed his lips hard over hers.
Hers parted to weld to his. Her breath caught as their breaths mingled. His tongue answered the longing flick of hers. They tangled together, sparking unbelievable bolts of electricity between them.
He rolled over her, trapping her body and mouth underneath his. Sensations welled from deep within her, so deep she could hardly imagine how. Emotions—thick and sweet as honey—excited her beyond pleasure.
He brushed his fingertips over the red lace bodice of her camisole. Under it, her chest rose and fell in quick succession. His hands moved down her sides slowly, igniting need at his touch. She stroked nails over his scalp.
His hum of approval made something boil to the surface of her skin. Her hands trailed over the broad planes of his shoulders, tracing scars over the surface of solid muscles.
She wanted him with an intensity she couldn’t grasp. In total submission, she tipped her head back to invite his lips to the ridge of her jaw and the line of her throat.
He seized the opportunity, nipping the regal ridge with grazing teeth. He pressed his lips to her pulse which was thundering out of control. She could feel his answer, picking up pace until it seemed it could beat no faster or harder.
“Stay with me,” she whispered again, watching his eyes. “Be with me.”
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"In Denied Origin, Amber Leigh Williams spins a nice tale of suspense, during which the reader is taken on a journey around the world in several days. This is a fast-paced story that keeps the reader on the edge of the seat and guessing. The action and sexual tension keep the reader wondering, waiting, and wanting more. I can only imagine Amber Williams will get better and better and be well read. Her creativity is obvious with this appropriately-named, highly-charged, danger-filled setting and story. Watch for her future works. She’s an amazing writer. No doubt about it."
--Writers and Readers of Distinctive Fiction
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Monday, August 4, 2008
MORE GOOD NEWS!!!
Friday, August 1, 2008
Buy DENIED ORIGIN Today!!!

Author: Amber Leigh Williams
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Imprint: Crimson
ISBN: 1-60154-276-3
Length: Rose (240 pages)
Excerpt #3:
“I thought I was too late.”
She shook her head, grinning to soothe the fear she’d seen flicker over his expression with the remembrance. “You couldn’t lose me if you tried.”
“I do everything I know is right to protect you,” he explained carefully. “I’d do everything in my power to keep you alive.”
“I think I’ve seen that.” She ran her knuckles over his cheek where stubble was growing. “Everyone I’ve ever known would’ve given up on me by now. I’ve never known someone so brave and determined. Mark, I’ve never trusted anyone like I trust you.”
He grasped her hand and brought it to his lips. He pressed them into her palm, never taking his eyes from hers. “You don’t know how hard it is for me not to touch you sometimes. You make it so hard for me to resist. It takes everything inside of me to hold back.”
“Why hold back?” she challenged. She cupped his face in her hands and leaned forward until her lips brushed his. She saw his eyes soften, narrow when her lips grazed his ever-so gently. “Do you want it?”
He didn’t pull back, but he didn’t move forward. Uncertain, he lingered, watching her. “Yes,” he admitted. “But I’m ashamed of it. I keep seeing your father standing in the alley asking me to protect you, and I feel so ashamed.”
She pulled him to her. His face pressed into her robed shoulder as she wrapped her arms around him. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Mark. Nothing.”
“What would he think if he knew what I want to do to you?”
She heated at the prospect. “What do you want to do to me, Mark?”
He shook his head. “I’ll never tell you. I’d scare you.”
She put a finger under his chin and tilted his face back to hers. “Try me.”
“I can’t.”
“I want you to,” she murmured, pulling him close again. “Kiss me.”
His resolve disappeared, dragging his guard in its retreating wake. He covered her mouth firmly with his. Her head fell back in yield. He didn’t hesitate to take advantage of her submission. He lowered her back to the bed.
The kiss went deeper than they’d gone before. She gave no argument as his teeth nipped over her lips, teasing them open, as his tongue tangled with hers, pulling long, soft sounds from her throat. He pressed his lips to the graceful column and then continued the kissing trail downward, following the opening of the robe. It narrowed down between her breasts and ended at her navel. He pressed a kiss to each bare inch.
When his lips found the base of her belly, she yanked his mouth back up to hers. Her skin was tingling with needs too hot to admit to. The kiss took them deeper, fanning the flame of her desire for him. “Make love to me,” she blurted breathlessly. “Make love to me now. Right now.”
He agreed without reluctance, without a passing thought. He tugged the robe from her shoulder and pressed his lips to it, following the line of it until he reached the darkened bullet wound. He rested there, caressing it with his lips and fingertips.
She turned her lips to his. Her eyes were open, resting on his and her heart pounding when she reached for the open lapels to spread them further.
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Sunday, July 13, 2008
DO Countdown Begins!!!
