An April To Remember












ISBN Print: 978-1-60154-456-8
Page Count: 380
Word Count: 0
MSRP: 2.99


April Simonson hated all men. They were cruel, sinful beasts. Her disfigured face was proof. That is until she met Jerek Brinkley. Then, as the revered Sultana explodes, April falls into the dark, muddy waters of the Mississippi River terrified she'll never see the light of day or the handsome riverboat gambler again.

Jerek Brinkley fought hell and high water to save the northern vixen who'd won his heart with her cards tricks, only to fear Allan Pinkerton's arrival in Memphis might reveal secrets he's not ready for her to know.

Based on history's greatest maritime disaster, An April to Remember, sprinkled with real facts and events, revives the Sultana, a civil war riverboat whose death toll surpassed the Titanic's, and offers a new twist on what might have happened that fateful night in 1865.


PRINT ISBN 1-60154-456-1
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Excerpt:

With unexplainable speed, she shot through the water. Gulps of air scorched aching lungs as her face broke the surface. Amongst the debris of wood, cargo and bodies, the colossal side of the Sultana careened. White-capped waves boiled, threatening to drive her into the massive hull or back into the frightening abyss below. Murky water hit the back of her throat before a scream could join hundreds of others echoing through the night.

She threw her head back, choking and gasping for air as her arms flayed against the assaulting water, and kicked both feet at the force lugging her downward. Something wrapped around one hand, and another strong heave wrenched her shoulder. She twisted away from the splashes trying to fill her mouth and nose. The steely grip tightened as it towed her away from the ship.

“Jerek!” Her free hand tried to latch onto the fingers wrapped around her wrist.

“I've got you!” he yelled above the roar of chaos. His other arm swiftly glided in and out of the water before it wrapped around a bobbing object. With a hard tug, he pulled her next to it. “Grab on with both hands!”

The current was too swift. Her skirt, yards of wet material, acted like a sail and tugged her away from him. The sleeve of his shirt threatened to slip from her fingers.

Jerek seized an elbow and thrust her forward. She wheezed for air as her chest slammed against the floating log.

His hands forced her arms around the cold, wet wood. “April! Don't let go! Don't you dare let go!”




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