Ultimate Duty - Book Giveaway

Ultimate Duty, my science fiction romance, is spreading its wings and flying off to various on-line stores.

I've had a couple of reviews so far. I invite anybody who has read the book or wants to read the book to review, let me know. I'm sure we can find a way for you to do that.

One way is for you to get a free copy. That's as easy as leaving a comment on this post. No silly treasure hunts or having to provide details about my life. Since I don't hand out many details, that'd be very hard to do unless you're one of my close friends. In that case, you already have a copy and don't need another. HOWEVER, if you already have a copy and want one to give for Christmas, leave a comment.

On Friday, I'll randomly pick a commenter and that person will get a free copy of Ultimate Duty.

Here are some buy links:

PDF - Eternal Press
Kindle Amazon
Mobipocket
Powell's Books Says for Adobe Digital Editions, which means PDF.

Excerpt to entice you to want a copy:

With the protective helmet off, they could now talk. Remy pulled down the rebreather mask. “You guys ready to get the hell off this planet?”


Her mom patted her on the shoulder and her muffled voice answered, “More than ready, sweetheart.”

“Well, hang on. This is definitely going to be a bumpy ride.” Remy replaced her rebreather over her face. Once they got moving, the shuttle’s environment equipment would kick in, and they could take off the masks.

Remy clicked on the communicator and tuned to a close-range channel. She set her infopad near the spare headset and switched it to an electroid number. She could hardly call it music since the robotic instruments reprogrammed themselves at random, making a weird variety of sounds. Remy shrugged. “I guess I just don’t get modern music.” Bill and Ted were monitoring the frequency though and would know that Remy was ready to take off. They’d come in for another diversion run so that she could escape the planet unnoticed. Anybody else who picked up the sound would, hopefully, ignore it.

Her father looked out the passenger side screen and tapped Remy’s arm. “Would three guys holding blasters running in this direction be of interest?”

Remy nodded and goosed the shuttle’s back jets to get them moving across the bleak landscape and into the sky. She boosted out of atmosphere so hard her mom suppressed a squeak. “Slow down!”

“Can’t, Mom. Just try to hang on.” Her mother nodded, her eyes wide with fear. Her dad, on the other hand, was grinning like a kid with a new toy. Remy thought he might not be too old to take pilot training.