My name is Amber Daulton, and I’m celebrating my newest release Arresting Mason. It’s a sexy bad boy romantic suspense sure to make you swoon, and the first book in the Arresting Onyx series. Mason and Mia’s love story took a few years to write (off and on), and I truly hope you love these characters as much as I do.
Let’s Get To Know Amber Daulton
Q: What are the top five books that have influenced your career?
A: I don’t know about my top books, but I can tell you about my top authors. I absolutely love almost anything Lara Adrian, Christine Feehan, Sherrilyn Kenyon, and Maggie Shayne writes. It was actually Feehan’s book, Dark Secret, that opened me up to paranormal romances.
Q: If you could go back in time before you published your first book, what advice would you give yourself about publishing?
A: I would make myself realize how important marketing and social media accounts are. I know all that now, but back then, I was totally clueless about the amount of eye-straining hours I would have to spend promoting, and not working on my next book.
Q: What’s your favorite AND least favorite thing about being a writer/author?
A: My favorite thing is that I get to create new worlds and live out fantasies I normally wouldn’t be able to experience.
My least favorite would be all the long but necessary edits each story needs. Then again, sometimes editing can be fun, especially when the story takes on a new twist I didn’t think of when writing the first or second draft.
About Arresting Mason by Amber Daulton
Once you’re in a prison gang, you’re in it for life. That’s what Mason Harding thought until the boss accepted his resignation. After the State releases him on parole, a sexy divorcée behind the wheel of a car almost ends his life quicker than a shank. His chance encounter with Mia Eddison results in a night of passion, but her brother—his parole officer—catches them together and doesn’t approve.
Mia falls hard for the cocky ex-con, but not because of his chiseled body. She vows to break through his walls and discover his secrets, but never expects those secrets to threaten her life.
When members of an organized crime ring kidnap Mia to force Mason’s return to the gang, he goes up against an old friend to save the woman he loves. Will his sacrifice be enough or will everything fall apart in a blaze of gunfire?
They reached her store and he stared at her car parked by the curb. “Harper doesn’t know where you live or anything about you. That means you’re safe for now, but he’ll probably search this area to find us. Stay cautious, okay? Drive your car from now on. Don’t walk anywhere.”
“Why are you avoiding my questions? You can tell me anything.”
“Not this. If you trust me, don’t ask those kinds of questions.” He tightened his fingers around her forearm as she tried to jerk free from his grip. “Listen to me, damn it. You mean a lot to me, but I can’t tell you this. At least not right now. That’s nothing against you. It’s all on me. I just need time to take care of this problem. Okay? I’m fucking stressed, in a shitload of pain, and I don’t need you to hound my ass.” He dropped his hand from her arm and scowled as though he just noticed the dirt and blood on his knuckles. “I’d like to go upstairs to clean up before you take me home. I don’t want Alan to know what happened.”
Mia dug through her purse with shaky hands, so angry she didn’t trust herself to speak.
He took the keys from her before the little pieces of metal slipped between her fingers, and he hugged her despite the grime on his skin and clothes.
Tears clogged her throat. Her mind screamed at her to push away from him, but the strength in his arms enveloped her and stole her will. His heartbeat soothed hers, and she no longer cared about his lies or if filth caked him.
At least not at the moment.
“I never meant for this to happen, Mia. I will fix this.”
“I know, but at what cost?” She pried her face from his chest to stare up at him. “You’re nothing if not determined, but I’m scared and confused. You have answers to my questions, but I won’t hound you for them as you so eloquently stated. I just thought we got past this. I thought you knew I would never insult or condemn you for whatever it is you did.”
“And I thought you knew not to push me too fucking hard.” His deep voice sent shivers of unease down her spine. “I have to keep certain parts of my past to myself.”
“Whatever.” Mia finally pushed against his chest for freedom and stomped to the stairwell door. She waited for him to unlock it and then led the way upstairs.
As he showered, she headed downstairs through the doorway in the dining room, grabbed a T-shirt and a pair of shorts from the sparse collection of menswear she sold, and left the clothes on the bathroom sink as he toweled off. She also gave him a bottle of aspirin and her best liquid foundation to cover his bruises.
They arrived at his apartment a few minutes ahead of schedule but barely spoke on the ride there.
Her brother called Mason every night at ten o’clock on the dot to verify his return home, and he continued to call at various times throughout the night to make sure Mason stayed home. Jim’s supervisor obviously didn’t approve of an ankle monitor to track Mason’s movements, so Jim relied on his cell phone to track him. If they went to Carbondale to visit Mason’s mother, the parole supervisor would then have to authorize a temporary monitor.
She would never forgive her pigheaded brother for these restrictions.
“Call me when you get home. I need to know you arrived safe.” Mason braced his hands on his knees. “Promise me.”
He reached over and kissed her. His lips feathered across hers in simple yearning, not demand or lusty exploration.
Her anger melted away. Damn him. Mason kept her on her toes, knocked her off guard, and hauled her back to her feet to knock her over again. He said he wouldn’t play her like a yo-yo, but damned if he didn’t.
My favorite quote from Arresting Mason is:
“You’re a sweet, generous person, and I’ve never had anything so pure. So yeah, I messed up. I’m pretty damn good at pushing away the people I care about.” — from Mason to Mia