Saturday, December 10, 2011
Come meet a fabulous author
Today Linda LaRoque is visiting. Her books are getting rave reviews.
She's also awarding prizes and possibly a new Kindle to one lucky
commentor, so meet Linda.
Born in Ice
Pulled from an icy grave…into a world of doubt and danger.
Frozen in ice for seventy-five years, Zana Forrester suffers the agony of rebirth to learn her son is dead, and her daughter's whereabouts is unknown. The year is 2155. A man's soothing voice and gray eyes haunt her drug induced dreams. When she recovers, she meets their owner and finds her heart in danger. But, a relationship isn’t a consideration; she must find her daughter.
Brock Callahan is drawn to the beautiful woman taken aboard his salvage ship. He's determined she'll be his wife and a mother to his young daughter, but he vows not to love her. All the women he’s loved died. While Zana searches for her daughter, Brock must protect Zana from the evil that threatens.
My editor for Champagne Books has graciously given permission for me to post the Prologue and Chapter One of Born in Ice, so for 10 days I’ll be sharing another installment.
Chapter One – installment 6
“Shit,” growled Brock. Probably that damned rogue Rafael. Not that
the Cuban was the only pirate to roam these waters, but this particular one
took excessive joy in stealing from him. Brock didn’t doubt for a minute that Rafael would shoot him in the back without an ounce of remorse. Rafael’s hatred, a festering sore, grew worse each time they met on the water. The man blamed him for taking Marta from him and for her death.
One day Brock would have to kill his nemesis. Today might be the
His well-seasoned crew scrambled to battle stations. Arms were
manned, ready for word from him. Pepe had one tow chain attached and
dragged the additional one Brock tossed over to add extra security.
Brock yelled into the intercom. “Prepare to cast off.”
Shots zinged overhead sending shards of ice into the air. Brock’s
men returned fire as Pepe dodged, stumbled, and went down to his knees.
Brock’s heart jumped into his throat. Damn, not the boy.
He jumped across the small expanse of water. The berg wobbled
threatening to toss him into the icy sea. He braced to maintain his footing,
and then grabbed Pepe by the seat of his suit and the scruff of his neck. Two crewmen stood at the rail ready to catch the nearly unconscious young man.
With a heave, he tossed him to the waiting crew members.
An explosion burst on the port side sending water thirty feet into the
air, rocking the craft and the ice floe. He almost pitched head first into the water. Damn, that was too close. Pushing off from the ice, he made the jump across to the craft. “Cast off. Put a hole in the motherfucker, Digger.”
Thirty seconds later, the shell hit the pirate vessel. It burst into a ball
of fire. Brock didn’t find pleasure in killing, but if Retriever was overtaken, he doubted Rafael or any other buccaneer would spare their lives. Hell, pirating was a dangerous profession.
Brock picked up the intercom mike. “All speed ahead, Luke. Get us
out of here.”
“Aye-aye, sir,” boomed from the exterior speakers.
The engines roared to life as Luke accelerated. Brock gripped the rail
to brace himself as they shot forward. Three crafts were in pursuit.
Within seconds, Retriever had pulled ahead and was out of the line
of fire of the pirates. His superior craft had no difficulty out distancing their attackers. The buccaneer’s outdated weapons couldn’t compare to what his craft carried, but he wasn’t taking any chances. Retriever was his pride and joy. He thanked his lucky stars his father had the foresight to purchase the salvage ship with his grandfather’s ill-gotten gains. The Callahans had once been pirates, but no more.
Buy the book from Champagne Books here
or from Amazon here
Tomorrow I’ll be on Holly Hunt’s blog at http://rhythempoets.wordpress.com with installment 7.
Please leave a comment today to be entered into a drawing for an ecopy of A Way Back, my time travel set in the 1930s oil fields of Texas. Your name will also be entered in the GRAND PRIZE drawing for my blog tour—a KINDLE. A name will be draw at the end of my tour on December 16th.
A retired teacher who loves West Texas, its flora and fauna, and its people, Linda’s stories paint pictures of life, love, and learning set against the raw landscape of ranches and rural communities in Texas and the Midwest. She is a member of RWA, her local chapter of HOTRWA, NTRWA and Texas Mountain Trail Writers.