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Meet Hailey - possessed by an otherworldly being who was trapped in her Kindle.
Hailey Parrish is quick-witted, irreverent, and hasn’t had a date in three years. She only wanted an eBook reader because her collection of paperbacks threatened to take over her small living space. Little did she know that the "special offers" that prompted the purchase included much more than a reduced price in exchange for a few ads. The device came pre-loaded with the essence of Sebastian Kess, an erudite womanizer with magical abilities from a parallel dimension. When she inadvertently releases him and he inhabits her body, she finally has a man inside her, just not in the way she imagined. And soon her predicament introduces her to yet another supernatural, the handsome could-be-the-man-of-her-dreams Alex Sunderland. Can Alex and Hailey find a way to return Sebastian to his own body and stay one step ahead of the criminals who want to keep him where he is?
Special Offers, the first book of the Coursodon Dimension Series, combines paranormal romance, urban fantasy, a bit of science fiction and a healthy dose of quirky humor.
Excerpt:
As
I lay in the darkness, it occurred to me that I must be the most
boring single 30 year-old ever. I didn’t go out much, I ate crappy
food. I couldn’t even remember the score of the games I just
watched.
This
was not how I had imagined myself at this point in my life. Had my
marriage not crashed and burned, we probably would have a baby by
now. Yeah, and I would still be married to an asstard. He probably
would have spawned asstardlets. I just wanted to feel like my life
was going somewhere, like I was accomplishing something. Rolling over
on my side, I vowed to try to get myself together and move forward.
When
I finally fell asleep, I dreamt I went on my first post-divorce date.
The guy took me to a fancy restaurant, ordered lots of food and
expensive wine and then ditched me for the voluptuous hostess. I was
presented with the check but lacked any means of paying it. After
negotiating a payment plan with the restaurant owner, which involved
allowing him to indulge his foot fetish with my pinkie toes and some
flavored whipped cream, I left the place and got into my car, which
was really weird, because my date drove.
There
in the parking lot were dine-and-dash and the hostess, groping each
other with utter abandon. I revved up the engine, threw the car into
drive and peeled out towards them. The headlights illuminated their
stunned faces as I spun the car sharply, rolled down the window and
chucked a lit Molotov cocktail - made from the empty wine bottle from
dinner - at them and sped off humming the theme to “The Lion King.”
I
woke up thinking I must be making progress. Usually in my dreams I
ran them over after I set them on fire.
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