Authorpreneur Dashboard – Elle Lothlorien
Alice in Wonderland
Romance
When high school math teacher Alice Faye Dahl is invited to a poker party at a friend’s home, she doesn’t know a royal flush from a toilet flush. Four months and dozens of tournament “wins” later, she’s one of the “Final Nine”–the championship table at the International Poker Tour in Surfer’s Paradise, Australia–and way out of her depth. When a fluke shark attack throws Alice and the charming, wealthy sports reporter (and former Final Nine champion) Lapin “Rabbit” Montgomery together, it seems to challenge the saying “lucky at cards, unlucky at love.” Alice is elated when Rabbit offers to help her win the multi-million dollar prize, but her excitement is short-lived. After whisking her away on a luxurious trip to Sydney, Alice realizes that almost nothing Rabbit says or does has anything to do with playing cards, and everything to do with playing people–including her. In this hilarious, modern-day twist on Lewis Carroll’s “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland,” Alice soon discovers that love itself is the ultimate gamble: sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, and sometimes it’s both. Fall in love Down Under. Romance, belly-laughs, bull sharks, card sharks, Wonderland, and a touch of intrigue…there’s just no telling what you’ll find down the rabbit hole!
Book Bubbles from Alice in Wonderland
Sharks Bite
I know, I know, you have a better chance of being slain by an alien than you do getting bit by a shark. Fear is a powerful thing, though, especially when it's created during one's impressionable years. The first time I saw the movie JAWS was the last time I entered the water without fear. Even the drain at the bottom of the deep end of the neighborhood swimming pool used to terrify me. And don't get me started on my dad's weekend waterskiing trips to the lake. Yes, it was fresh water, and yes, those were snapping turtles, not sharks, but being stalked by slimy creatures from the deep really didn't do anything to assuage my fear. (Hey, you try floating in the water with your legs tucked into a set of skis and your butt bobbing around like a shark treat in the open water. The suspense is enough to kill you.) Even a PICTURE of a shark makes the capillaries in my hands and feet shrink in terror. I didn't do a lot of swimming during my trip to Australia for obvious reasons.
