12 June 2010
To celebrate the release of The Price of Freedom (my PNR novella) from Carina Press on June 14 I'm running a contest.
From 5pm Friday 11 June till midnight Tues 15 June (New York time) anyone leaving a comment at any post on this blog will go into the draw to win 1 of 2 copies of The Price of Freedom.
This is a great time to check out the style and quality of the new epublisher Carina Press since they're currently offering 20% off the price of all ebooks--and they're all ebooks ;) There's also been some amazing 5 star reviews of the first books!
Okay, so I'm probably a bit incoherent with excitement since the release date is reaaaalllllyyyy close.
Here's the blurb for The Price of Freedom and a teaser.
Duty will bring them together—and tear them apart!
As a guardian angel, Mischa must protect the one man who may be able to bring about lasting peace to the Middle East. As a djinni, Rafe must fulfill the wishes of a terrorist leader. Their duties colliding, Mischa and Rafe become foes, but the heat between them is undeniable.
When the terrorist learns that a guardian angel stands between him and his greatest wish, he orders his djinni to remove her. Taking creative license, Rafe spirits her away to his private oasis, where she will be unable to protect the peacemaker.
Beyond their mutual desire, they find common ground in honor and loneliness. Passion quickly grows into love. But it’s soon clear to Rafe that love cannot be bound, and Mischa must be true to her life’s purpose. Even if Rafe must sacrifice his own taste of freedom to grant hers…
A wave of her hand, and his robes went up in flames.
Now, there was a good distraction. Pleased with herself, Mischa turned her attention back to the plane. She’d land it while the stranger beat out the flames of his clothing.
“If you wanted me naked, you should have said,” he purred by her ear.
Startled, she glanced at him. Her gaze traveled down from broad shoulders and muscular chest to the ridged stomach and lower. He was magnificent.
“I don’t want you.” But the lie stuck in her throat. She stared into eyes blazing with masculine triumph. He knew she wanted him.
“I need to land the plane.”
It was the flicker in the eyes locked with hers that warned her. The hint of regret gave Mischa an instant of warning. It wasn’t enough.
Rafe pulled her away from the plane at the moment he directed a storm of wind at it and thrust the nose downward.
“No!” She fought his hold.
He pinned her arms and wrapped his legs around hers. Surprise had given him the advantage and now she couldn’t break his hold. Her nose was squashed against his throat, and her every breath inhaled sandalwood and pheromones. The situation was desperate.