Deep Freeze Blog Tour Featuring Sidney Bristol and her book A Kiss for a Cure

Thanks so much to the team here at Close Encounters with the Night Kind for hosting me today!

Nikki:  I am happy to have you!!!

Today I brought along Jordan from my latest book, A Kiss for a Cure. As the heroine, she’s had her life turned upside down in a relatively short amount of time. So I thought I’d ask her here today for an interview. Hello, Jordan.

Jordan: Good evening.

Sid: Am I allowed to call you Jordan, or would you prefer Doctor, Lady or something else?

Jordan: Please, never call me lady. Doctor if you insist, but Jordan is fine.

Sid: You really don’t like to take advantage of your parent’s political titles, do you?

Jordan: *shakes her head* No. I am my own person. It’s taken long enough to find me, and I rather like myself where I am.

Sid: For the benefit of our viewers, why don’t you tell us where we are?

Jordan: Currently we’re on an observation deck on the Fuller Center. It’s a class five deep space research facility. The most advanced of its kind.

Sid: And what is the primary function of the Fuller Center?

Jordan: *smiles* We research marine life. In space.

Sid: This isn’t a circumstance which occurs naturally, is it?

Jordan: No, not at all. The Space Reef is an accident. A few decades ago a genetic ark, a research ship that carries DNA material from planet to planet for agricultural purposes, was lost. It crash landed on an asteroid belt. The situation was perfect for a one in a trillion chance life could happen. To make a long story short, nano technology fused with the DNA of the marine animals on the ark and created living conditions suited for them in space. We’re still reverse engineering exactly how this happened. We’re hoping to be able to use it to improve deep space life and pioneer new space walking equipment. Imagine if you didn’t need a space suit anymore.

Sid: It’s fascinating work. What is your role in all of this?

Jordan: Specifically I work with the five types of sharks on the reef.

Sid: How did you get into this field?

Jordan: I was starting school with the intention of studying large shark species to care for them in non-planetary habitats. Basically a glorified fish keeper. During my second year they acknowledged the Space Reef had been discovered and I changed my classes to better equip myself to be hired there, and here we are. I’ve worked at the Center since before there was a research facility here.

Sid: This is fascinating, but let’s talk more about you. Which member of your immediate family do you relate to best? Why?

Jordan: …Our butler.

Sid: I’m sorry, are you related to your butler?

Jordan: No, but when your parents are Important People, you see more of the help than you do your own flesh and blood. I was raised by a nanny, but my parent’s shared butler is the one person who has been there since I was born and has had relationship with.

Sid: Which of your family do you get along with the least? Why?

Jordan: My parents.

Sid: You’re not entirely fond of your family, are you?

Jordan: No. It’s hard to identify with them, especially given what happened over the holidays.

Sid: Okay. We’ll move on. What's the real story about your relationship with your college boyfriend? Why didn’t it last?

Jordan: I didn’t really date in college. It’s hard when everyone already knows who you are and you aren’t the most socially of adept persons.

Sid: Wasn’t there at least one person you were romantic with? Made an impact on you?

Jordan: There was an upperclassman. Kale. He was also a marine biology major from a planet that was something like eighty percent water. He was very nice and helped me a lot during the first two years.

Sid: Do you keep in touch with him?

Jordan: Yes, he actually works at the Center starting a few weeks ago.

Sid: Really? How does Cai feel about this?

Jordan: My husband and Kale are friends.

Sid: That’s good that it’s not awkward. How do your work associates perceive you?

Jordan: Oddly enough, this has been a topic of conversation lately. They’ve remarked on how things have changed since Cai and I got married. They’ve never doubted my ability, but as a person I haven’t been the most social of creatures.

Sid: And that’s different now?

Jordan: Yes, Cai makes me get out and socialize.

Sid: How has your family taken the changes to your lifestyle?

Jordan: Considering my parents arranged this marriage? There hasn’t been anything to adjust to. They have been respectful of our wishes though.

Sid: How important is sex in your life?

Jordan: I’m sorry, what?

Sid: Sex. How important is it?

Jordan: I don’t see what that has to do with anything. *blushes*

Sid: It is one of the questions.

Jordan: Um, well, considering Cai’s needs, ah, sex is a normal part of our, um, day.

Sid: In an average month, how often do you “get lucky”?

Jordan: Is this necessary?

Sid: Hey, I’m just asking the questions you agreed to answer.

Jordan: Ug. On average, once.

Sid: Once a…?

Jordan: Once a day. Next question.

Sid: How many partners you’ve had?

Jordan: Is this really necessary? No. No. Don’t tell me. Just part of the interview. Fine. Fewer than five, more than two.

Sid: So three of four?

Jordan: Next question

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Sid: Haa, haa! Okay. What’s the longest any man has ever lasted with you?

Jordan: A few months. Either my family or dedication to work has ended relationships before they last much longer.

Sid: So having an arranged marriage was the best option for you?

Jordan: No, but Cai is the exception to the rule.

Sid: What kind of man turns you off? Why do you figure that is?

Jordan: Unintelligent men without any drive to better themselves.

Sid: You’re really into intelligence over physical appearance, aren’t you?

Jordan: In today’s age, we can sculpt our appearance. We can’t buy a new brain.

Sid: Fair enough. What kind of man appeals to you most? Physically? Personality? Can you describe your dream man?

Jordan: Before I met Cai, I would have a laundry list of intelligence levels, required interests and higher pursuits, but it seems that I was wrong. Sometimes we just don’t know what we really need until it’s there.

Sid: Is there one act more than any other that you deeply regret? Why did you do it? Do you think you would behave differently today?

Jordan: *pauses* If I could change anything, I wouldn’t have allowed myself to be passed over as a teenager. I like to play the victim and blame the system for things that happened to be, but the truth was that I’m smart enough I could have changed my situation myself.

Sid: Last question, where do you expect to be ten years from now? In your job. Location? Social life?

Jordan: Ten years from now I hope the Fuller Center still has a purpose and that the Space Reef is thriving. I suppose there will be talk of a child or children, but it’s too early to make those plans.

Sid: Thanks for joining us today! For our audience, if you want to know more about Jordan’s story, I have more in store for you!

Author Bio: 

It can never be said that Sidney Bristol has had a ‘normal’ life.  She is a recovering roller derby queen, former missionary, and tattoo addict. She grew up in a motor-home on the US highways (with an occasional jaunt into Canada and Mexico), traveling the rodeo circuit with her parents. Sidney has lived abroad in both Russia and Thailand, working with children and teenagers. She now lives in Texas where she splits her time between a job she loves, writing, reading and belly dancing.

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Kiss for a Cure   Lyrical Press | Barnes and Noble | Amazon | iTunes

What’s a girl to do when her parents gift her with a man for Christmas?

Caught between two kingdoms, Jordan has given up the privileged world of intergalactic court life to become an interstellar biologist researching space sharks. Unexpectedly saddled with a husband from a race who are rumored to be sex fiends, her life is yanked in a direction she doesn’t want.

But Jordan isn’t human and he must have the emotional feedback of a mate in order to survive. Charged with protecting Jordan, can he win her heart and keep her safe from harm?

Will they survive the challenges that arise…sexual, emotional and political? Time is ticking away and it’s not on their side.

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/A-Kiss-For-Cure-ebook/dp/B00B91334O/
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Excerpt

Christmas presents were not supposed to move.

Jordan froze, staring at the seven-foot-long box wrapped in silvery paper. The one sent by her parents. Her heart pounded so hard she could hear it. No, that pounding came from the box. From inside the box.

Blood drained from her extremities. Her chest constricted until she panted for breath.

What had her parents done this time? She clenched her hands and gritted her teeth. In the history of bad, over-the-top and gaudy presents, she feared this might be the worst.

She turned her back on it and put a hand to her stomach. She needed to sit down, preferably on something soft and forgiving, but her furniture had yet to be delivered. The only furniture in her new quarters was her bed. Everything else was packed up in the utilitarian beige plastos she’d purchased secondhand from a shipper to get her things to university. They showed their age with scrapes and dented sides, but they were so sturdy nothing had ever been broken in moving them from place to place. Plastos were stacked against the walls, in groupings in the middle of the floor, and in her bedroom. Everywhere. Her new quarters looked like a cargo hold.

Again, the pounding came from the box, but louder. She jumped and spun to face the box. Whatever was in there wanted out. She leaned against the wall and stared at the silvery paper. Light from the floor-to-ceiling windows made glimmering patterns against the surface of the package. She could escape the room, since her upgraded quarters had a real bedroom and a kitchenette, but whatever was in the box would still be there.

Sucking in a deep breath, she crept toward it until she could touch the top with her fingertips. It was cool against her skin, even through the paper. Bending, she put her ear against it and gently rapped. The box rang hollow.

Maybe she’d heard something in the Center clanging. There was always the chance there was construction going on over the holidays since most people were away for several weeks. Or maybe one of her plastos had fallen.

Something knocked from inside the box.