January 2110
'Heat in the Outback' recently contracted by Eternal Press. Keep a look out for cover, tralier, and excerpt. For more informations pop on over to my blog, I'd love you to visit. http://suzanne-brandyn.com
Thank you,
Suzanne :)
Passion In Paradise, a top seller in the month of January and March 09.
Review:
Suzanne Brandyn paints wonderful word portraits of Michele and Jacqueline with beauty and sexuality plus shining through. Her description of the island creates a place that is both enchanting and terrifying depending on the circumstance. The fantastic romance captivates the reader as Jacqueline and Michele struggle to find their way back to each other through the debris of emotional entanglements after they are rescued.
PASSION IN PARADISE makes one forget about the harsh world for a time and brings that feeling of rightness as soul mates find their way back to each after SO long.
EXCERPT
Oxygen mixed with gaseous particles of smoke as it accumulated in the cockpit. Jacqueline sat glued to her seat, alarmed at the events taking place before her. Her hands trembled as they moved to cover her mouth, the whites of her eyes widened as flames licked the instrument panel, feeding her with panic.
“What are you going to do?” she spluttered.
“Try to land.”
“What, land here, where? There’s no land.” She glanced around horrified; they were surrounded by nothing but endless ocean.
“Precisely.”
“You mean to say you’re going to land on th-the ocean, in the middle of n-nowhere?” Her heart bashed against her chest. Her eyes fluttered in all directions.
“I don’t see us having any other options at the moment, do you?”
Her eyes widened and she bit down on her lip.
“I have to try to land as safely as possible. When I tell you to get moving, you move as quick as you can. There are lifejackets in the back.” He was responsible for Jacqueline. Hell, if anything happened to her he’d die. He couldn’t live without her, not anymore, he wouldn’t.
She unclipped the buckle on her seat belt and lunged behind her, groping through the haze of smoke. She passed a lifejacket to Michele. Her hands trembled as she struggled to slip it over her head and then clip it in place. Then she clicked her seat belt firmly around her.
“The radio is out, I’m not sure if anyone received the mayday call. I’ve dropped to five hundred feet. We might not make such a smooth landing. I want you to be prepared.” He slipped his life jacket over his head.
“Th-they did train you to land like this. I mean in emergencies, didn’t they?” She glared at him.
He turned toward her noticing fear racing through her pupils. “You could say that.”
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