Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Promo: Bounty

I met Elise when I went to an author convention in San Diego late last year. I was surprised to know she was a local! I love meeting local authors! Check out her newest release below!


Title: Bounty
Author: Elise Sax
Self-PublishedPages: 335
Buy LinkAmazon | BN | Smashwords

Blurb:

Abby Williams has got it made: First a new job as magazine editor in London, and now a trip to an exotic island to review a five-star resort with poolside service. Unfortunately, on day two of her vacation, Abby finds herself bound and stuffed into a burlap bag and dragged across two continents. And worse than that? Her hottie abductor has got her distracted. Maybe escape is overrated.

Iain Brodie is a muscle-bound mercenary. He just helped a despotic dictator take over an island. He's also Abby's kidnapper, and he has his own problems. Framed for a murder he didn't commit and a boss who’s out to get him, he has to face facts: Early retirement is out of the question and Abby Williams looks damned good in a burlap bag. 


EXCERPT

      I picked up the phone. “I thought we had a deal!” I yelled at Harriman. But it wasn’t Harriman.
      “I don’t remember making a deal, Princess.”
      I felt feverish at the sound of his voice. A warm wave of wonderful washed up my body making me want to remove my clothes at the first available moment. 
      “I thought you were somebody else,” I stammered.
      “Somebody you made a deal with, it seems. Should I be worried?”
      Think. Think. Think.
      I was out. I couldn’t think of what to say. He should be worried, and it was my fault. I had made a deal to his detriment. I was a drain on him, and he didn’t even know it. He kidnapped me, but I had alerted the authorities about him. The feds were breathing down his neck, and he was oblivious. He sold me to a Chechen warlord, and I sold him out. Way out. Clean out. Out to sea. Out of this world. 
      Out.
      I had to come clean. I had to warn him. Warn him about the authorities and warn him about me. He would hate me. He would never call me Princess, again. My tongue grew thick, and my throat closed. I thought, optimistically, that I was having anaphylactic shock.


About the Author:

Elise Sax worked as a journalist for fifteen years, mostly in Paris, France. She took a detour from journalism and became a private investigator before trying her hand at writing fiction. She lives in Southern California with her two sons. She is also the author of the Matchmaker Mystery Series.







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