Hi, Janice Seagraves here again
Even though my book is a contemporary romance,Â there are some scary stuff that my couple goes through on their deserted island.
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Windswept Shores by Janice SeagravesÂ Cover Contest Winner
erotic contemporary romance novel (approx 50K) price $4.95
Cover Art by Pink Petal Books with assistance from Winterheart Design
BLURB: The sole survivor of a plane crash, Megan is alone on a deserted island in the Bahamas until she finds a nearly-drowned man washed up on shore. Another survivor, this time from a boat wreck. With only meager survival skills between them, will they survive and can they find love?
Hearing an odd noise, they exchanged a worried glance. It sounded again.
Megan pulled down the corners of her mouth, spitting out one word, â€œPigs.â€
Sethâ€™s eyes widened. â€œBill.â€ He thrust the eggs into her hands, heading to the ladder on the side of the boat.
â€œWhere are you going?â€ Megan asked.
â€œTheyâ€™re in Billâ€™s ashes. After his bones.â€
â€œYou canâ€™t charge boars barehanded. They have long, sharp tusks.â€ She frowned. â€œThe last time I ran across a wild pig, I had to climb a tree.â€
He slammed his fist on the boatâ€™s railing. â€œI should have taken them out last night and buried them.â€ Opening a chest, Seth took out a spear gun. â€œYou know how to use one of these?â€
â€œNo, Iâ€™ve only seen them on TV.â€ She set the eggs on the swivel chair.
â€œItâ€™s just like on the box. You point and pull the trigger.â€ Seth demonstrated, loading it with a long spear with a wicked looking barb.
â€œWhat are you going to do?â€ She took the spear-gun.
Seth pushed the sharp end away from him. â€œIâ€™m gonna make a bullroarer.â€ He brought out some heavy duty fishing line, tying a pointed weight to the end of it. â€œIf I get charged, shoot. But try not to hit me.â€
â€œIâ€™ll try,â€ she said softly.
â€œTry a little harder than that, luv.â€ He grinned as he climbed down the ladder.
Megan scurried over to the side and aimed the spear gun at the pigs.
Seth rounded the bow of the boat. He called out with a thick accent, â€œOy, get away from there, you miserable drongo.â€
The boar grunted at him, sounding like â€œHuh?â€ The sow snorted, her piglets hiding behind her.
â€œWell come on, take a gander at the big Aussie.â€ He spread his arms wide as the boar snuffled, trying to scent him. Seth unwound the cord from the weight, spinning it over his head. The weapon started to hum until it turned into a very odd loud buzzing noise.
Alarmed by the noise, the pigs snorted and squealed.
â€œWhat a gas bag you are, you and your dirty grubs.â€ He moved closer to the hogs.
The female and the babies acted nervous, as if they didnâ€™t want anything to do with that odd whirling noise overhead. With a last loud squeal of dismay, they ran off.
The boar didnâ€™t budge but pawed the ground. â€œSeth, the boar is going to charge,â€ Megan warned. She kept a bead on it with the spear-gun.
â€œSteady now, Megz.â€ He edged closer to the boar. â€œOy, you great big wanker, your missus left and so should you.â€
The bore squealed ferociously and charged. Megan screamed. The spear-gun went off.