Deadly Race, My First Attempt at Self-Publishing

» Posted on Dec 10, 2011 in Blog | Comments Off on Deadly Race, My First Attempt at Self-Publishing

Deadly Race is my first out of print book I’m putting up as an ebook on the various sites like Amazon Kindle and Barnes and Noble. It is a contemporary romance/suspense. It is not a Christian romance but a sweet romantic suspense. The books I’m putting up self published by me are books I’ve gotten the rights back to from my secular publishers I wrote for before I started writing Christian stories in 2000.

Blurb for Deadly Race:

A romp through a snake-infested, vine-twisted terrain isn’t exactly Ellie Winter’s idea of fun. She hates animals that slither and the vines wreak havoc on her body. The one redeeming feature of her latest adventure–and she must admit she hasn’t been on one quite so dangerous–is Slade Calvert. He makes her heart beat faster. He makes her forget that she doesn’t trust men easily.

Slade is amazed at his attraction toward Ellie, not the physical part because she is gorgeous but the emotional one. He wants to protect her, shield her from any pain. Those feelings he must fight. He has no intentions of marrying again. 

Short Excerpt from Deadly Race:

When you’re desperate, you do things you’d never do otherwise, Ellie Winters thought as she spied the neon sign that might possibly lead to her salvation. American Bar, Hotel Grande Costa.

Dressed in a blue satin jump suit, she paused in the doorway to the bar and glanced over her shoulder to see if those two goons—King Kong and Godzilla—were still following her. They were. Her heart beat faster. Her throat went dry. This wasn’t turning out the way it was supposed to.

Her new job was supposed to be an adventure in a country she’d never been to. Instead, she felt trapped and that frightened her enough to seek help from a total stranger. Now all she had to do was find that stranger.

Ellie moved farther into the room, scanning the dimly lit bar. She had to come up with a way out of this mess. Calling the police was out of the question, since her employer was best friends with the chief of police, and frankly right now she didn’t want to draw any more attention to herself than she already had. That was what got her into this mess in the first place. That, and the fact she was too curious for her own good.

When she heard a deep male voice, low and gruff, but definitely speaking English, her gaze fixed on a fellow American sitting at a table with another man, talking earnestly to his companion. The second man rose, said something she couldn’t hear to the American and left.

Her hand came up to touch the brooch she wore for good luck. For just a few seconds she allowed herself to feel relieved and thought finally things would work out for her. But when she saw the two goons enter the bar, her newfound optimism faltered. With a quick glance around the place, she drew in a deep breath and made her move toward the American.

“Finally I’ve found someone who speaks English,” Ellie said in a breathless voice. “You know everyone around Bella Isla speaks Spanish.”

Surprised, the man just looked at her.