Friday, May 18, 2012



Thank you, Kitty, for having me back on Great Minds Think Aloud. I really appreciate the opportunity to give your readers a sneak peek at my new romance novella, The Cruise – All That Glitters.

Hopes, dreams, and expectations – all fertile seeds of unfulfilled fantasy, typically self-planted and generously nourished by an active imagination and the optimism of naiveté. Call me guilty. How often do we envision the perfect outcome based purely on confident speculation? Whether it’s buying a lottery ticket, planning a fairytale wedding, or envisioning a dream vacation, the lure of conjuring a faultless reality is often too tempting to resist.

In “The Cruise,” our self-assured traveler, Dean, jumps headfirst into his vacation of a lifetime – a cruise to the Caribbean – in search of the ideal female. Anticipating a slam-dunk opportunity to pursue an unending supply of beautiful, single women, he explores his floating paradise in search of the sex kittens of his fantasies. In the following excerpt, Dean is served a sobering dose of reality when his search comes up empty. 

Here’s an excerpt:

I decided to explore the ship. In twenty minutes, I had located four bars, the casino, a library, a movie theatre, and a pizzeria. Even though the boat seemed spacious, there were a limited number of places for people to mingle and meet. I assumed the disco would hold the most promise of attracting the elusive hard-body.

Tucked into the very tail of the vessel, the dance club had been decorated to appeal to the adult hopeful—someone sure to be of legal age in the next five years. The entrance—a short path of mock cobblestone bordered with potted silk plants and covered by a bright yellow canopy—suggested the space could serve equally well as a holding tank for Cheshire cats, white rabbits, and naive pre-pubescent girls.

Noticing the row of ornate brass-framed portholes flanking both sides of the main doors—purposely designed to offer the timid an opportunity to preview the activity inside—I stared through the fingerprint-smudged glass.

The small, circular dance floor was filled with “thrashers”—freshly scrubbed twenty-somethings seemingly intent on knocking each other unconscious as they flailed about in a rhythm-less, chaotic frenzy. It looked dangerous, and yet, as they whirled through streaks of hot neon, they seemed unfazed by their constant, almost eager collisions.

While I’ve always liked to look at it—firm nubile flesh—I’ve been disappointed by too many tight-assed nineteen-year-olds who thought a big gulp was a thirty-two-ounce Pepsi in a plastic cup. I decided to end the evening with a walk outside.

Unlike the Lido deck, with its pools, hot tubs, and restaurants, the promenade was for those who had no particular destination. Circumnavigating the entire ship with a wide walkway, it was a classic remnant from the iconic cruise liners of the early twentieth century, when most if not all public areas were located within the interior of the ship, and the teak boardwalk provided one of the few opportunities to enjoy the sea breeze.

The change from the air-conditioned environment was raw and immediate, and yet I found something inviting in the trace odors of rotting seaweed and shellac wafting down from the low-set passageway. Tiny beads of water met my fingers as I touched the rail, the heavy humidity reminding me of my parent’s backyard after a summer night’s rainstorm.

I leaned over and looked straight down. Fifty feet below, circles of high intensity light revealed a frothy foam wake racing over a dark blue ocean. Moving beyond the illuminated backwash, the rolling whitecaps quickly disappeared into the fluid blackness.

The first day of my cruise had left me disappointed. I had hoped to find several attractive—and available—women. I had even prepared myself for propitious excess, anticipating the problems of choice, hoping I would have to decide who would receive first attentions, and who would fall to second string. But so far, and with the memorable exception of Marcie, I hadn’t seen a single woman who offered even the promise of enjoyable companionship. I was beginning to wonder if my expectation of a boatload of beautiful sea nymphs was something found only in brochures.

Here’s a brief synopsis:

It’s love on the high seas for Dean, a thirty-something bachelor taking his first cruise, hoping for a shipboard romance. On the prowl for the elusive hard-body, he quickly becomes disillusioned, wondering if his expectation of a boatload of beautiful sea nymphs is something found only in travel brochures.

Until he meets Angel.

She is the girl of his dreams, brought to life as a bewitching goddess, ready to engage in every sensual delight. Quickly lured into submission by Angel’s seductive charms, Dean is ready to surrender his heart and soul to this provocative beauty.

Until he meets Marcie . . .

The Cruise – All That Glitters is available now
as a Kindle eBook on Amazon for only $.99

Author Bio: Jaye Frances is the author of the paranormal-occult romance novel The Kure, the first book in The Kure series, and The Possibilities of Amy, a coming-of-age story of high school romance. Her upcoming works include The Beach, a sci-fi fantasy about a man who is given the opportunity to receive his ultimate wish and lives to regret it, and Journeys From Above and Below the Belt, a collection of adult short stories, both scheduled for a Summer 2012 release. She is also a featured columnist for the NUSA SUN magazine. Born in the Midwest, Jaye readily admits that her life’s destination has been the result of an open mind and a curiosity about all things irreverent. When she’s not consumed by her writing, Jaye enjoys cooking, traveling to all places tropical and “beachy” and taking pictures—lots of pictures—many of which find their way to her website. Jaye lives on the central gulf coast of Florida, sharing her home with one husband, six computers, four cameras, and several hundred pairs of shoes. For more information, visit Jaye’s website at, or Jaye’s Blog at

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