Friday, October 18, 2013

Degrees of Wrong Sample Booklets!

Calling all book bloggers!

Did you know I wrote a Sci-fi romance? Yep, it's called Degrees of Wrong (Samhain Publishing 2012) and here is what it's about:

Dr. Elyse Morgan’s mission: find the cure to the HTN4 virus. The compensation, courtesy of the United Nations: a lab stocked with hi-tech goodies, limitless resources and enough chocolate to make her rear look like a cellulite farm. Bonus: she gets to live.

Rescued (kidnapped) and secreted (imprisoned) on an undersea warship, Elyse adjusts to her assumed identity as a cadet with the finesse of a toeless ballerina. Her sulfuric temper and blatant insubordination capture the unwanted attention of the ship’s captain, the gorgeous, infuriating, engaged Nicoli Marek.

Elyse would rather perform her own autopsy than become the other woman, but Nicoli—who’s as full of himself as he is of secrets—regards his impending marriage as a mere political transaction. And Elyse as fair game.

As Elyse’s suspicions about the UN’s true agenda mount along with her attraction to the relentless, chronically shirtless captain, she must choose between the murky path to everything she’s ever wanted, or the squeaky-clean path of self-sacrifice—which could mean taking the secrets of the virus with her to the grave.

Warning: Features a strong, chocolate-loving heroine who takes no prisoners on the way to saving the world from an epidemic and winning a captain’s heart.

I'm offering book bloggers signed sample booklets of Degrees of Wrong, plus signed bookmarks to use as giveaways. And if you'd like to review the book on your blog as well, I'm happy to send you an e-copy. All you have to do is email me at byannabanks (at) gmail (dot) com.

I guarantee you'll find Nicoli worthy of all the swoons!

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Monday, April 23, 2012


Please enjoy this excerpt from Degrees of Wrong (Samhain Publishing, August 28 2012):

     He studied me with that impassive expression of his. “If you feel you can behave, you’ll be able to plead your own case.”

     “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” I snapped. I knew exactly what he meant. If this was a test to see if he could spark my temper, I didn’t need to fail it. Besides, his habit of treating me like a child had aged beyond toleration—I was perfectly capable of conducting myself with the mannerisms of an adult.

     “I’m going to be direct with you, Dr. Morgan. I won’t allow you to insult, or verbally abuse in any other way, your superiors. If you can promise that, then I’ll let you speak to them.”
     Oh, now that’s rich. My gut churned in repressed outrage as I choked back my initial response. When composed, I kept my tone as neutral and cordial as possible. “Allow me to speak directly, Captain Marek.” I didn’t wait for his permission to proceed. “First and foremost, I am not in the military, a fact which you often seem to forget. Therefore, I do not have superiors. Secondly, if you’re so inclined to believe I’m the UN’s last hope for success, then you can agree it would be idiotic for them to go to all that trouble in my kidnapping, only to withhold information vital to my research, and all but inhibit my progress with their endeavor.” Captain Marek sat back and crossed his arms. “And finally, I do not insult or verbally abuse anyone, except for Pretty—Lt. Horan,” I amended. “That man could provoke a nun.”
     “Did you—? What did you just call Lt. Horan?” Amusement colored his tone.
     Did he not hear the logic behind my chastisement? “Well, I was going to call him Pretty Princess. But I did correct myself.”
    “And why were you going to call him that?”
    I shrugged. “He thought of it himself. My first day here, he told us that his name was Pretty Princess if Ebony’s name was really Ebony. I accidentally laughed, and that’s when our…disagreement ensued. You know the rest.”
    “And you continue to call him this?”
    “Only when we’re alone. I wouldn’t disrespect him in front of his real cadets.” A pity, to be sure.
     At that, his face broke into the most breathtaking smile I ever had the misfortune to see. Elyse Morgan. My name is Elyse Morgan… “How often are you alone together?” he asked.
    “Every day.” Elyse. Morgan.                      
    “Every day?” he said, incredulous. “Why?”

    “Because every single day he makes me do pushups after roll call. He stays to enforce it. Why? And did you not hear anything else I just said?” And, captain that he was, why didn’t he know this already? Agitation snapped me out of my trance. That, and I focused on his chair instead of his dimples.
     He leaned over the desk again and folded his hands together. I could see he was struggling to check his amusement, so I opted to give him a moment to gain composure—the last thing I needed was for him to keep smiling.
    “Well?” I said finally.
    “Well, what?”
    “Are you going to let me talk to your superiors?”
     He smirked. “Yes, I believe I will. I’ll make the necessary arrangements. You should be able to speak to someone within a few days.”
     I stood to leave. “Thank you.”
     He stood too. “Is there anything else I can do for you, Dr. Morgan?”
     Again with the loaded questions. “No. Unless you’d consider having Lt. Horan executed?”
     He grinned again, and I could’ve kicked myself. “I’m afraid not.”
     “Then have a good day, Captain.” I waved him off when I saw he’d walk me to the door. My knees almost buckled when I felt his hand press against the small of my back. Startled at the heat bleeding through my shirt, I stopped. Against my better judgment, I raised the back of my hand to his forehead, ignoring the shock jolting through me from the contact.
     He didn’t flinch, didn’t move away. In fact, he seemed to lean closer. I moved my hand from forehead to cheek, biting my lip at the absence of fever. “Huh.” Not my most intelligent response, but it was something.
     “Care to expound on that, Dr. Morgan?” He covered my hand with his own, keeping it pressed to his cheek.
     Realizing he didn’t let go—just like on the docks—I fumbled for a good reason why I’d be
touching an engaged man’s face in the first place. Then I remembered I was a doctor. A medical one, even. “I thought you might have a fever. Your hand felt hot.”
     “Did it?” He sandwiched my hand and forearm between both of his, pulling me closer with the act. “What about now?”
      I nodded, making a bionic effort not to shiver against the heat coming off his entire body. The feel of his flesh against mine sent tingles in all the wrong directions. “But your forehead is cool, so I’m satisfied.”
     “Are you?”                             
     “Am I what?”
     “Are you satisfied, Dr. Morgan?”
      Proud of myself for not gasping, I tugged my hand from his grip and stepped back, not attempting to rub the goose bumps on my…well, on my everything. “Uh, yes, thank you, Captain Marek. For your assistance with my research, I mean.” Even though he couldn’t have known what I thought he was asking, I felt a blush scalding my cheeks. Not breaking into a run to get to the door was almost impossible. “I should be going. No, please don’t trouble yourself. I can show myself out.” As I said this, I noticed the door wouldn’t open.
     “Please allow me.” The door slid open immediately in his presence.
     “Thanks,” I grumbled, and hurried to the elevator. Before the doors closed, I saw him leaning against the entrance to his office, grinning like a fool—a very attractive fool.
       He was considerably more cheerful than I imagined. How many more of his stupefying smiles could I endure? As for his touches…I could probably count on one finger how many more of those I could stand.

Saturday, April 21, 2012


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