Visiting Author with Giveaway

Born in Ice

 

This futuristic romantic suspense story grew from a dream, one of a woman frozen in a block of ice and found by fishermen from an undersea world.  She’s taken to their home and with the help of advanced medical technology, she recovers. In time she learns she must learn to fit into their social system, one different from what she’s known.

 

Blurb:

 

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 8

 

“I’ll take good care of him while you get into dry clothes.”

 

Brock looked at the scarred face of one of his top men. Digger had

been wounded more times than Brock could count, yet mended quickly. The

crew nicknamed him Digger as it seemed every move he made got him closer

to his grave. He was the only crew member to call him Cal, his shortened last

name. They had a long history together and the title Skipper or Captain

didn’t roll off Digger’s lips comfortably. He was a good friend, one Brock

trusted. If the others resented the familiarity, they didn’t let on.

 

Brock nodded and stood.

 

Digger lifted Pepe and stretched him out on a fold-down berth.

Jonas, one of the finest snipers Brock had ever seen, joined Digger. They

quickly, but painstakingly removed Pepe’s suit. Later it would be repaired.

Valuable, it would be restored many times before being discarded.

 

When they had him naked and wrapped in wool blankets, Brock

turned to tend to his own needs. As he changed, he watched them clean the

wound and apply a dressing. The wound was deep and the boy would need

antibiotics. Though the ice was clean, he didn’t cut corners when it came to

his men’s health. They were his crew, their loyalty and skills important, but

they were also extended family, like brothers.

 

Once dry and warm again, he returned to the con deck and

approached Luke at the helm. “Set our course for home.”

 

Luke frowned. “Pepe will get better care in Abyss.”

 

“Yeah, I know, but the wound isn’t serious, and our pirate friends

have more than one craft. They might try to screw with us.” No one knew the

whereabouts of their undersea berth near their home. They’d be able to safely

unload their patient and their cargo.

 

They had a small hospital in their modest community of Refuge, one

that could take care of the bulk of situations. When their technology wasn’t

enough, patients were transported to Abyss where expertise and equipment

had no limits.

 

“What’s our status, Luke?”

 

“We lost our pursuers ten minutes ago, Captain.”

 

“Good. Let’s stop and pull the vehicle aboard. We’ll make better

time that way.”

 

“Aye, sir.”

 

Tune in tomorrow for installment 9.  I’ll be on Liz Flaherty’s blog at

http://www.wordwranglers.blogspot.com

 

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.

 

I also have a release contest going. Sign up for my newsletter by emailing me at linda@lindalaroque.com with Born in Ice in the subject line. Your name will be added to the drawing for this rhinestone frog pin. For each of my releases I try to find a piece of jewelry significant to the story. After reading Born in Ice you’ll understand why I chose this frog.                                    

 

Thank you, Lisa, for having me here today, and thank you readers for stopping by. Good luck in all the give-a-ways!

 

Happy Reading and Writing!

 

Linda

www.lindalaroque.com

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Linda LaRoque is a Texas girl, but the first time she got on a horse, it tossed her in the road dislocating her right shoulder. Forty years passed before she got on another, but it was older, slower, and she was wiser. Plus, her students looked on and it was important to save face.

 

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. 

11 thoughts on “Visiting Author with Giveaway

  1. Bring on installment 9 – I’m ready!!

  2. Another great installment, Linda. I have really enjoyed them. I look forward in reading the next one!

    Thanks,
    Tracey D
    booklover0226 at gmail dot com

    • Thank you, Tracey. Just two more after today!

  3. I love tehcover fro Born in Ice.

    • Thank you, Sandy G. I’m really proud of it!

  4. These are great. Keep ’em coming!!

    • Two more to go, Sarah! Thanks for stopping by!

  5. This installment gave me some more insight into the crew. They seem like they have a history together and like family than just workers. Have a great day!

    • Yes, they’re a close-knit group, Na. Glad you noticed that.

  6. Getting sucked in deeper every day. Sure hope I get some book money for Christmas.

    drainbamaged.gyzmo at gmail.com

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