Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Taken By Surprise by Jessica Frances: Spotlight and Excerpt


New Adult Paranormal Romance
Date Published: 9/5/2013

Five strangers scattered across America have three things in common with each other. 

One: They each have special abilities that shouldn’t be possible. 

Two: They’ve all just had people try to kill them. 

Three: They’ve all just been kidnapped and taken away from their home, families and friends. 

Their lives will never be the same as they’re taken to a government facility and told that their abilities mean that they must train to become soldiers and fight. But are they being told the truth? Or is something more sinister going on? They must learn to trust each other and decide if they should stay on this path or run away from it. Either way there is no going back.




His hand travels up my back and he moves it to my neck then to the front of my chin where he forces me to look up into his eyes.

“You’re beautiful; you know that, right?” he says and I fear I’ve had my drink spiked.

“You smell really good,” is my reply. Now I know I’ve had my drink spiked. Did I seriously just say that?

He smiles down at me then leans towards me and closes the distance between my lips and his. He’s gentle at first and my mind goes into overdrive as my instincts try to punch me in the guts with the urge to run away from him. I even move my hands down to his chest, ready to push him away, but then the kiss changes. It grows more urgent and his tongue slips into my mouth. He tastes so good that all thoughts of running away leave me. My hands instead grip his shirt roughly and I pull him closer to me, opening my mouth even more for him as I lose myself to him.

When he pulls away from me, I’m struggling to breathe and my body is flush against his.

“What are you doing to me, Zoe?” he whispers to me. I want to say the same thing to him. What is he doing to me?


Excerpt 2:

“How can you know that?”

“I just do. You will, too, if you dream of the future. You’ll see us on a beach, drinking something with a little umbrella in it.”

“I doubt that.”

“Prove me wrong and dream of our actual future then.”

I sigh. “I can’t control it like that.”

“Then we’ll just have to go with my vision.”

I roll my eyes at him. He moves to sit up properly and I feel the quilt move with him.

“Hey, didn’t I win a bet that meant I controlled this quilt for a whole night?”

“Yes, and you graciously allowed me to have some last night, thank you for that.”

“Actually, I was unconscious for most of the night, so I don’t think that should count.”

“You should have read the fine print. Last night was the only night included in the bet.”

I lean forward, resting on my knees and look at his jaw in the light. There is a bruise forming and it looks quite dark and sore.

“Does it hurt?” I reach out to touch the spot, but stop myself before I can reach it. I’ve never hit a person before and I hate that Charlie wears a bruise from the impact.

“It’s fine.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal.

“I really didn’t mean to hurt you yesterday, it was a complete fluke.”

“I know. Next time I won’t make it so easy for you to get me.” He smiles at me.

“I caught you off guard which is the reason I was able to hit you,” I reason.

“I made you think that. In reality, I saw your punch coming and felt bad for you.” He winks at me and I know he’s trying to stir me up.

“Who knows, maybe I’ll be able to give you a matching bruise on the other side of your chin tomorrow.” I smile back at him cockily.

“You mean, if I allow you the chance to get near enough to me to do it.” He smirks at me.

“Tough talk for someone who has now lost to two women so far. Maybe Martha can beat you next time?”

Instead of replying to that like I expect, he reaches out with both hands and grabs my shoulders. Moments later, I’m flat on my back and he is looming over me.

“Think you can beat me now?”

“Depends.” I can’t stop smiling and I know I should probably feel awkward, having our bodies so close, however after everything that has happened between us, I feel safe around him.

“Depends on what?” He, too, smiles and my heart rate increases just seeing it.

“On whether you’re ticklish.”

Since his hands are still on my shoulders, his sides are completely open to attack, so I reach out and take my advantage. I don’t expect the reaction I get.


October 8 - November 5

Jessica Frances

Born and raised in South Australia, Jessica spends her days working in a bakery, afternoons catching up on lost sleep, and nights reading and writing. Writing has always been a passion of hers, however it wasn’t until Zoe appeared into her head and wouldn’t leave that she finally was able to put a story down and finish it. After writing three books, she is wondering if she should start charging Zoe and her friends rent.


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