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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.

I'm so excited to let you know that my new romantic comedy (with murder!) is available now for Kindle, Nook, and Kobo. I hope you enjoy reading Switched as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Debra's wedding day ended when the groom jilted her three hours before the ceremony, leaving her with a stiff catering bill and a broken heart. Now, he's off to Bora Bora on a one-man honeymoon, and she's on the couch in her wedding dress, watching Christmas movies and eating her way through the corner market. Inspired by her movie marathon, she decides to do a home exchange on a Spanish island to get over her ex. But Debra's life is nothing like the movies, and her home exchange goes terribly wrong. Stranded, she draws the attention of a hunky cafe owner who might know more than he admits about the disappearances of some local women. If Debra's not careful, she may be the next one to disappear.

Here's a sneak peek:

"No, I don't need a return ticket," I told Stacy on the phone. "I'm calling about something more important."

"Oh God. 'Important' sounds bad."

"I may have had sex on the beach."

"Go on," she said after a moment. "Should I get chips? I wish I didn't have a shoot in the morning. I would eat chips."

"And on a bar. I had sex on a bar."

"Like a gymnast's bar?"

"No, like a bar with drinks," I said. "And peanuts."

"Peanuts and chips. Yum," Stacy breathed. I'm guessing you didn't have sex by yourself."

"There was someone else there."

"No wonder you don't want a return ticket," Stacy said.

"And I look like a clown. I had a mishap with temporary hair dye." My breath hitched, and I choked back a tear.

"That's rough."

"And I did it with a kidnapper."

"Excuse me?" she asked.

"Doyle. The bar and the beach. He might be a kidnapper."

"I'm online now. There's a flight in six hours. I'll get you a ticket."

"Or a murderer," I added. "He could be a murderer. The girls are missing, so I don't know for sure."

Thanks for reading!
Elise Sax