Born in Ice gift certificate Winner

The winner for a $10 gift certificate to either Amazon.com or Barnes and Noble.com is Jason. I have your email address so will email you to ask which type card you prefer.

Thank you Goddess Promotions for the invitation to your Fish Part Pavilion. I had a great time!

Linda
Linda LaRoque
Writing Romance with a Twist in Time
A Marshal of Her Own, Feb. 2012 Book of the Month at Long and Short Reviewswww.lindalaroque.com
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Born in Ice - a futuristic romantic suspense - $10 gift card

The story line for this novel evolved, with mutiple changes and addiditons, from a dream I had a number of years ago.

Here is a 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.

The vehicle was a self-sealing model, one that upon impact sealed

the interior from water and gases, including oxygen. The purpose was to

preserve any life-form inside. On occasion, individuals found in bergs were

thawed, and life resuscitated.

In 2065 when widespread temperatures dropped to dangerous levels,

a drug was developed to help protect body tissues, under certain conditions,

from freezing. Individuals five years and older took a monthly dose of the

preparation. The medication gave cells the ability to be frozen and thawed

with minimal damage. Of course, there were exceptions, cases where the

procedure failed, but the success rate was over fifty percent.

Lost in thought, Brock started at Luke’s question.

“Do you know the location of the deactivation switch, Skipper?”

“Yeah.” Brock walked around, peering inside the darkened windows.

He couldn’t see much, but a shadow in front gave him pause. “Call the

hospital, and have them send a hermetic pod in case we find a body.” The

container would help preserve life if it was present. He was nervous as hell.

Always was when they pulled one of these babies out of the water. It was a

constant shock to see a human, frozen and resembling a figure in a wax

museum display, but finding bodies without hope for survival haunted him.

“They’ve got one on the way.”

He reached under the driver’s side fender well. The small box was

easy to locate. He twisted the lever, opened the container, and pushed the

button. A flurry of clicks sounded around the car.

Brock opened the door. A blast of cold air whooshed out. The faint

smell of death washed over him filling him with dread. He staggered back for

a moment. The first thing he noticed was the child’s seat in the back. Empty.

He drew near again and saw the driver’s seat was reclined. A body lay curled

on its side holding a bundle close.

His voice gruff, he called, “Bring us a light. Luke, open the doors on

the other side.”

Digger held the light as Brock leaned in to look at the bowed figure

on the seat. From the person’s figure and profile, there was no denying the

delicate features beneath the mask belonged to a woman. She was dressed

from head to toe in a silvery grey snowsuit with fur-trimmed matching boots.

Fur as soft and as gray as a dove’s wing edged her parka making her appear

even more ethereal. Dark lashes brushed her face covering, similar to a ski

mask, made with cut-outs for her eyes, nose, and mouth.

He carefully pulled the blanket away from the bundle and groaned at

the mummified features of what had once been a child. Oh, God, no. Not a

baby.

Win a 10.00 gift certificate to Amazon or B&N. To enter - Sign up for my newsletter today by using the form on my blog or on my website.The winner will be announced tomorrow, April 2nd.

Thanks for reading my post!

Linda

Linda LaRoque
Writing Romance with a Twist in Time
A Marshal of Her Own, Feb. 2012 Book of the Month at Long and Short Reviews
www.lindalaroque.com
http://www.lindalaroqueauthor.blogspot.com
http://www.authorsbymoonlight.com
http://thewritersvineyard.com/

Coming Soon - A Love of His Own - Celebration Contest

A Love of His Own, the third story in the time travel series set in Prairie, Texas, will be release on April 16, 2012. The first two stories are A Law of Her Own and A Marshal of Her Own. They are available at
The Wild Rose Press, Amazon.com, Barnes and Noble.com and many other online books stores.

To celebrate the release of A Love of His Own, I'm giving away this Brighton heart candy box charm. It has special significance to the story. If you read it, you'll understand why I chose it.

To enter, go to my website or my blog and sign up for my newsletter. If you're already receiving it, send an email to linda@lindalaroque.com and put A Love of His Own Contest in the subject line. The drawing will be April 30th.

Blurb:

Bull Dawson, New York lawyer, mourns the loss of his daughter, who disappeared from a cabin in Fredericksburg, Texas four years ago. A history book found in his office safe leads him to believe she traveled back in time to 1888 Prairie, Texas.  He's determined that if she can time travel, he can too. Life will be different, probably hard, but practicing law can't be so difficult back in the Old West.

Widow Dipsey Thackson scratches out a living for herself and her young son on their farm. Shunned by the locals, she keeps to herself. When a man appears in her wheat field one day, life changes for the better. Then her brother-in-law arrives, claiming the farm is his and threatening Dipsey and her son. She fears for both their means of survival and their safety. 

Her dilemma will take more than a knowledge of the law, but Bull vows to do his best to protect her and her boy.

Excerpt:

Dipsey walked back to the wagon and placed a foot onto the spoke of the front wheel to climb into the wagon. A snorting sound from behind her made her pause. Grabbing her rifle from under the seat, she whirled and peered into the field of winter wheat gently waving in the cool morning air. Sunlight glanced off the stalks giving the field a slight iridescence, but no movement caught her attention.

The noise stopped, then resumed with a loud bleating resonance. If she didn’t know better, she’d think Thomas was asleep in the wheat field, but she’d buried her husband two years past. Who trespassed on her land?

Rifle cocked, she stepped in the direction of the snoring. Thomas always said she could sneak up on Satan himself. She hoped her skill served her well today.

Lying on her precious wheat, breaking the stalks flat and making it useless, was a big, burly man. Wrapped in someone’s finely stitched quilt, he had a brown felt hat over his eyes. One arm lay across his chest, the other cradled a new-fangled model Winchester, so new the shine hadn’t yet worn off.

She snatched the rifle from his arm. The dang fool didn’t open his eyes. Dipsey thumped him on the shoulder with the butt of his weapon. He farted and rolled to his side exposing a muscled butt and legs encased in denims. She stumbled back a few steps. Disgusting man!

I hope you enjoyed my post.  

Linda

Writing Romance with a Twist in Time
A Marshal of Her Own, Feb. 2012 Book of the Month at Long and Short Reviewswww.lindalaroque.com
http://www.lindalaroqueauthor.blogspot.com
http://www.authorsbymoonlight.com
http://thewritersvineyard.com/