Today we have yet another amazing cover reveal!  We are so proud to announce the cover of "Call Of The Sea" by our talented author Rebecca Hart. This is a true pick for all those pirate fans for our young heroine is a perky, little red-head pirate and she does some major kick-ass in the book! Without further ado, here is the blurb and the cover!!

Neither can deny the call of the sea, 
but how long can they deny their feelings?

Elysandra Winters has always yearned for a life of adventure on the rolling seas and is willing to do whatever it takes to fulfill her dream. When her Privateer father continually refuses to allow his only daughter to sail, Ellie defies him, disguises herself as a boy, and goes in search of a captain who will give her a chance to prove her worth.

Thanks to the cursed selkie blood coursing through his veins, Daniel O'Rourke needs the sea to survive. After giving up on his humanity and spending three years in seal form, he decides to give his human side another chance. Daniel goes in search of a job and a sense of normalcy, earning himself a position aboard Captain Winter’s ship, The Siren's Call. However, his new captain’s first assignment has nothing at all to do with sailing, and everything to do with his headstrong young daughter. 

Years later, when the leader of a band of bloodthirsty pirates murders Captain Winters, Daniel and Elysandra’s lives come crashing back together with the force of a hurricane. Both experts in deception, they must find a way to trust each other in order to quell the raging storm between them or have any hope of hunting down the captain’s killer.

I could probably write a book about my personal journey from aspiring writer to published author.  The old Beatle’s song, “The Long and Winding Road,” leaps into mind, because it probably describes my experiences best. But to keep it short, sweet, and to the point, I offer the following:

• Rejections: I have acquired quite a collection over the years. Most of them were “form” rejections; some arrived with a personal note. I valued the personal ones. They encouraged, they praised, and they kept me going. However, none of them ever told me how to improve. One suggested hiring an editor. Not a bad idea if one can afford it. I couldn’t. But then--
• The heavens smiled. I submitted one of my novels for consideration. (I had two at the time).The editor that read my book praised and encouraged. But—if I ever expected to publish that novel, I needed to make a host of revisions. She was kind enough to give me direction. If I made the suggested revisions, she said, I could submit the work again. She didn’t have to ask me twice. This sweet editor worked with me for months. She gave me guidance each step of the way. Finally, she gave me my first contract and then my third. In the meantime, InkSpell awarded my second. Hallelujah!
• What did my editor teach me? She taught me that first and foremost, I needed to acquire patience and perseverance. Then she taught me what to do between writing “the end” and submitting my work to a publisher. Would you like to hear a few of the important ones, just in case you don’t land that special editor?
• Polish the tarnished silver until it shines: This means I need to edit and re-edit each manuscript I write until I can recite the pages in my sleep. I have learned to delete those passages (though dear to my heart) that slow the tempo of my story. At times, I kicked an entire subplot into the garbage can. (Don’t worry; I eventually got over it.) Pay attention to punctuation and grammar. They matter.
• Keeping my reader engaged in the story: She taught me to watch for those passages that “tell” instead of “show.” Every editor will tell you that your readers want to live your story alongside your characters. Give them every opportunity to do that.
• She suggested that I find at least one critique partner (no, not your mother, but she can read it too), the more the merrier. I have four. They receive a copy of each manuscript I write and in turn, they give me their honest thoughts and criticisms with each and every revision. I don’t tak offence when they give it. I take everything they say into consideration and then I edit my manuscript again.
• At the end of the day: The final novel has always turned out far better than the first effort. In fact, I can honestly say, there is no comparison between version one and version ten or twenty.

            As I look back on this journey, I see a lot of hard work, and the proverbial blood, sweat and tears. But I see the exhilarating moments of joy as well. Along the way, I have received quite an education. All in all, the bumpy ride is well worth the final destination.

Have you seen that movie, Gone in Sixty Seconds with Nick Cage and Angelina Jolie? If you haven’t, the basic plot revolves around a group of car thieves, really good ones mind you, who are able to jack a car in sixty seconds flat. Quite a feat when you stop to think about it. 
         When I learned that Inkspell Publishing wanted to publish my debut novel, Call of the Sea, the emotional rollercoaster ride that ensued reminds me a lot of that movie. I went from a celestial high, where I wandered around the house with a Cheshire cat grin on my face and randomly shouted a hearty squee, to the low where it occurred to me that people would actually read my story, see its cover, and judge it on its literary merits. My squees turned to “Holy Mother, what did I just do? Am I ready for this?” -- all in about the space of sixty seconds.
        Suddenly, it was all real. I was about to become a published novelist. There’d be editing rounds, of course, but also cover art to collaborate on, book blurbs to write, promotions to participate in. For the first time, my name wouldn’t appear alongside a list of other contributors. This book, this story I love, and have worked so hard to get onto paper would be mine alone. I’d have no one to share the spotlight with, nor would I have anyone to stand behind or blame if it wasn’t well received. All just me and my little dream.
    Scary, right? Like being on stage in front of your whole high school class buck naked. *shudders* 
    Where am I going with all this rambling nonsense about books and movies?
    Simply this.
    You will never know if you can fly, until you jump off the roof and flap your arms. I’ve decided I want to fly, and I’m about to jump.  Care to come along?