SWEPT AWAY, by bestselling author, Kamery Solomon! SNEAK PEEK + Release Date, Blogger Blitz & ARC Sign Ups!!

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**SWEPT AWAY RELEASE DAY ANNOUNCEMENT**
Get your copy of SWEPT AWAY, a historical fantasy/time travel novel by Kamery Solomon on APRIL 6, 2015!!

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**Blurb**
Dead men tell no tales...
For more than 200 years, the Treasure Pit has baffled treasure hunters, engineers, and the common man alike. When Samantha Greene arrives, she finds her estranged father has spent years funneling energy and finances into the endeavor, finding nothing.
When an accidental death occurs in The Pit, fulfilling the prophecy that seven lives must end before the treasure can be found, the search kicks into high gear, with more than one party vying for the secrets that lie below. Finding herself the closest to the treasure anyone has ever been, Samantha throws herself into the work, landing among the coveted prize. Just as she's about to discover what's truly hidden beneath the island, The Pit begins to flood with ocean water, sweeping her away despite her attempts to swim to the surface.
Upon awaking, Samantha discovers that, not only did she not drown, but the year is 1695—one hundred years before the Treasure Pit was even discovered. Carried off by the pirate Tristan O'Rourke, a rouge Irishman with more than his share of secrets, she soon finds that there is much more than she realized in play. Will she discover the secrets of Oak Isle, or will an unexpected love keep her from finding out the truth? Will she ever make it back to her own time? Perhaps the real question is this; will she want to?

**Please enjoy an early teaser of SWEPT AWAY**

“Is he dead?”
“It’s not a he, you dolt! Can’t ya see her breasts?”
“I’ve never seen a lady in trousers before, savvy? What do ye reckon? Is she a castaway?”
“If she is, she’s shark bait, for sure. See the cut on her leg?”
“Aye, her legs are about all I can look at, besides her bosom!”
My head was pounding and it felt like I was about to vomit everything I’d ever eaten in my life. But even through the pain haze, the tone of the men’s voices was setting off alarms in my mind. I wasn’t safe, not around them at least.
“What’s amiss over here? Why aren’t you scallywags on board yet?”
“It’s O’Rourke,” one of the men close to me muttered. “Leave it to the Old Salt to spoil our fun. Imagine if she’s whore? Wouldn’t that be lucky?”
“Doesn’t matter if she’s a whore or not, I’ll take her to my bed!”
The men hooted with laughter and I decided I’d played dead long enough.
“You’ll take me to bed if you want to lose an appendage!” I growled, rolling over and stumbling to my feet.
“Blow me down!” the man closest to me exclaimed, skittering away.
Reeling, I grabbed my head with one hand and my injured leg with the other. Standing had not been the best plan. I couldn’t run away even if I wanted. Everything around me was spinning out of control as I tried to stagger away from the group.
“Ha! The lassie’s three sheets to the wind,” one of the men snorted.
“What are you talking about?” I asked in confusion, feeling like rolling over and dying in that moment. My thoughts felt muddied as I tried to remember the last thing I’d been doing.
“I asked what’s going on over here!”
Vaguely, I was aware of another man joining the group, but I was too preoccupied with keeping my feet and clearing my vision to try and see all of them just yet.
“We found the woman passed out on the shore, Quartermaster. We didn’t—ah—quite know what to do with her.”
“Oh, aye? I know ye lot, and ye know that I don’t stand for rape among the crew. Now leave the lass be!”
The man’s voice was gruff and had an accent that I couldn’t place at the moment, but it was obvious that he carried the authority over the other men.
“Aye,” came the mumbled responses.
Unable to keep it together anymore, I fell to the ground—which was sand, I suddenly noticed— and cradled my face in both hands.
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