Giveaway, Book Spotlight & Guest Post: The Cruise - All That Glitters by: Jaye Frances

Publisher: Amazon Digital Services

Publish Date: May 7, 2012

Format: E-book

Order From:  Amazon

Brief Synopsis: It’s love on the high seas for Dean, a thirty-something bachelor taking his first cruise, hoping for a shipboard romance. On the prowl for the elusive hard-body, he quickly becomes disillusioned, wondering if his expectation of a boatload of beautiful sea nymphs is something found only in travel brochures.

Until he meets Angel.

She is the girl of his dreams, brought to life as a bewitching goddess, ready to engage in every sensual delight. Quickly lured into submission by Angel’s seductive charms, Dean is ready to surrender his heart and soul to this provocative beauty.

Until he meets Marcie...

The Cruise – All That Glitters is available now
as a Kindle eBook on Amazon for only 99 cents!

Guest Post
: Thank you, Star, for having me back on The Bibliophilic Book Blog. I really appreciate the opportunity to give your readers a sneak peek at my new romantic comedy, The Cruise – All That Glitters.

Have you ever known anyone—okay, let’s face it, a man—who lives in a “fool’s paradise?” You know, one of those self-constructed places of magic and wonder, where the world is a perfect blend of blue skies, gentle seas, and warm, tropical breezes—and lots of gorgeous women with perfect bodies are always at the ready, willing, and ripe for the harvest. Not an unlikely daydream for Dean, our sex-starved bachelor in The Cruise – All That Glitters. He’s convinced himself he’ll find exactly what he’s looking for on his first cruise vacation. But after a frustrating and disappointing start, Dean is ready to give up on fulfilling his fantasy—until he sees Angel, the woman of his dreams. Driven by an out-of-control libido, Dean falls headlong into lust, and as reason and logic are replaced by desire and passion, he is left venerable and defenseless against the real intentions of this temptress, who as Dean finds out, is not what she initially appears to be.

In the following excerpt, Dean has been waiting on the dock for Angel, who is over an hour late for their sailboat excursion. When she finally arrives, he not only forgives her, but is so captivated by her physical beauty and petulant charm, that he is quickly forfeits their day on the water (and the four hundred dollar charter fee) for Angel’s preferred alternative—a shopping trip into town.

Here’s an excerpt:

About fifty feet away, she suddenly stopped. Smiling, she began to wave. At me. I quickly dismissed the possibility that there was someone else, someone behind me also waving.

With only forty feet remaining between us, she broke into a skipping run. The noise and confusion of the port seemed to fade away and I was suddenly awestruck with the increasing detail of sheer perfection. Her lips glistened pink and glossy, and her thick, golden hair gleamed in the sun. And lower, held within a white lace-drawn halter-top, her breasts arched full and round, while below, dark blue shorts sat low on her hips, exposing a tan, flat stomach.

She reached out and grabbed my arm. Before I could respond, she bounced to her tiptoes, put her other hand on my shoulder and lightly kissed my cheek. “I’m so sorry I’m late. The cook wanted to make me something special for breakfast and then insisted on giving me a tour of the kitchen. I just couldn’t refuse.” Her eyes twinkled as she squeezed my hand.

“You’re not late,” I said, lying. “And besides, it’s our boat. We’ll leave when we’re ready.”

She forced a counterfeit frown, her lower lip turning out into a pout, her eyes still sparkling with mischief. “About the sailing,” she began. “I was wondering if we could change our plans.”

A suffocating sensation tightened my throat. She’s going to end our future right here, right now on this sweltering, rotting, filthy dock. “Well, I did buy six tickets. So we could have the boat to ourselves,” I reminded her.

“I know, and I feel terrible about the money.” She looked down, her hair falling forward over mink-brown shoulders. She quickly leaned in until her forehead touched my chest. I caught my breath and for a moment, we connected, removing any question of when and where our first lingering contact would take place.

Her mock contrition momentarily put me in charge, even though both of us knew the exchange of power was only token.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked.

“I didn’t realize this would be the only day I would have to shop. I was really hoping we could look through the stores, you know, and walk around downtown. And afterward, maybe we could have lunch at one of those little restaurants that overlook the bay.”

I briefly thought about the money. Four hundred twenty dollars. I waited, my calculated hesitation meant to restore my dignity, if not my pocketbook.

She looked directly into my eyes, placing her free hand on my shoulder. “Please?”

“Okay,” I said quickly, my lack of hesitation making it clear she had retaken control. “I’ll see if I can get a refund for the tickets.” I said it even though I knew I couldn’t.

We held hands while we walked to the opposite end of the pier, where I negotiated a ten-dollar, three-minute taxi ride to the heart of Charlotte Amalie.

She sat quietly in the middle of the back seat. Next to me.

The road to town was lined with short stretches of chain-link fence, above-ground water meters, half-paved parking lots, and unpainted concrete buildings, their lack of signage leaving doubt as to their use or purpose. Small pockets of tropical foliage defiantly broke the scruffy landscape—stubborn reminders of a pre-development paradise.

As we watched the scenery pass, she seemed to sense that I was bursting with a thousand questions. But before I could speak, she silenced them with a single knowing wink. The breeze from the open windows tossed a strand of her hair across my face.

I forgot about the money.

As we approached the shopping district, our driver slowed to a crawl to avoid the constant hazard of distracted tourists spilling into the street—ten thousand passengers from four ships bustling along narrow, uneven sidewalks, searching for cheap treasure. Some were already inside the stores, bargaining for silks, linens, cosmetics, jewelry, liquor, straw baskets, and faux scrimshaw. A few gawked over the silver and gold, asking the clerks to open display cases so they could finger the Rolex, Carrera, and Yurman. Then, after their best display of feigned deliberation, they would gingerly hand back the merchandise and walk across the street to buy T-shirts—three for twenty dollars—silk-screened with a palm tree and the words St. Thomas large and bold across the back.

Everywhere locals were busy selling. Sidewalk hawkers moved from one side of the street to the other, targeting their marks, pushing cheap Chinese knockoffs of expensive handbags and Swiss watches. Others waited for the opportunity to transfer brightly-colored parrots to unsuspecting shoulders, offering souvenir prints for five dollars.

After cautioning us to avoid the tourist traps—their prices much too high—our taxi driver dropped us a block away, where we discovered a maze of inviting side streets and cobblestone alleys containing dozens of small storefronts nestled under a patchwork of brightly-colored canopies.

“Where would you like to start?” I asked.

“It doesn’t matter, I want to see everything!” Her face beamed, and I noticed several people on the sidewalk were slowing their pace to stare.

Hundreds of shoppers jostled around us as we walked from store to store. Locals darted in and out of doorways, sidestepping through the crowd with acute determination and an occasional apology. The smothering press of people on the narrow, uneven sidewalks seemed almost suffocating. Tens of broken conversations made it impossible to talk.

But none of it mattered.

We were together, she and I. Holding hands. Touching.

Like lovers.

Author Bio:  Jaye Frances is the author of the paranormal-occult romance novel The Kure, the first book in The Kure series, and The Possibilities of Amy, a coming-of-age story of high school romance. Her upcoming works include The Beach, a sci-fi fantasy about a man who is given the opportunity to receive his ultimate wish and lives to regret it, and Journeys From Above and Below the Belt, a collection of adult short stories, both scheduled for a Summer 2012 release. She is also a featured columnist for the NUSA SUN magazine. Born in the Midwest, Jaye readily admits that her life’s destination has been the result of an open mind and a curiosity about all things irreverent. When she’s not consumed by her writing, Jaye enjoys cooking, traveling to all places tropical and “beachy” and taking pictures—lots of pictures—many of which find their way to her website. Jaye lives on the central gulf coast of Florida, sharing her home with one husband, six computers, four cameras, and several hundred pairs of shoes. For more information, visit Jaye’s website at, or Jaye’s Blog at


Jaye Frances will be giving away a Kindle Version of The Cruise - All That Glitters! Leave a comment below to enter!

Deadline for entry is June 15. As a bonus, you could earn additional entries by doing any or all of the following: twitter about the giveaway, like Ms. Frances' Facebook page, subscribe to Ms. Frances' blog, or add the book to your Goodreads to-read list. Thanks and good luck!


  1. Men are so dumb. Always following that outer beauty thing. They are so easy. This sounds like it will be fun to read.

    lkish77123 at gmail dot com

  2. Please enter me in contest. I would love to read this book. It sounds very good.

  3. Thanks you for the comment, and good luck!
    Jaye Frances

  4. I would love to be entered to win this book.

    Thanks for the wonderful giveaway.


Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...