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BOUNTY--my new comedic romantic adventure-- is out today!

Mercenary love. It's like accountant love but with automatic weapons, international espionage, and gobs of muscles.

In other words, mercenary love is really good love. It's like love PLUS. It's like love EXTRA. It's like an everlasting gobstopper but with orgasms.

Have I sold you on mercenary love? You probably didn't have to be sold on it. You already knew. You're wise. You're fabulous.

And what's this? A whole book with mercenary love???!! Amazing!

I could say I wrote BOUNTY for you, but I love mercenary love as much as the next woman. I needed it! I needed Iain Brodie! So, like a higher power or a creepy robot-maker, I created my own Brodie.

In BOUNTY, journalist Abby Williams is courted—I mean, abducted—by the king of mercenaries. Iain Brodie is up to his armpits in weapons, international espionage, and muscles. All with an English accent.

In other words, Iain Brodie is hot...and trouble.

BOUNTY is extra special to me. Its adventure, romance, and heroine are all close to my heart. Who's the heroine? She's my mini-me. Abby Williams is a journalist. I was a journalist. She got a job overseas. I got a job overseas. She got abducted and was sold to a Chechen warlord. I got...well, that's another story.

I hope you enjoy BOUNTY, and if you do, please leave a review where you can.

Bounty on sale for one week only!
99-Cents!!!

I'm thrilled to announce that Bounty is on sale through Friday for only 99¢. If you haven't had a chance to read it yet, now's the perfect time to pick up your copy. A great beach read, squeeze out a few more days of summer with this book!

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.

Here's a little taste:

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.

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