A savage son of the
Sahara who knows no law but his own…
When pride and passion
vie for supremacy…
Blistering desert days
are nothing compared to the sizzling Sahara nights…
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"S'il vous plait." He
waved me to a low Turkish divan. "Come and sit, mademoiselle. I shall call for
coffee and then you shall recount to me all that is the cause of your great
distress." He smiled and settled his girth into a large leather-covered chair.
"I wish to know precisely how such a delicate English woman managed to survive
alone for months in such inhospitable conditions."
"I am not so delicate,
nor was I alone," I replied. "I was abducted and held
captive."
"Were you indeed?" He
lit a cigarette and then offered his case to me, but I didn't care for the scent
of the cheap Gauloises tobacco, having become accustomed to the rich aroma of
pure Turkish Murads.
"I suppose these
savages demanded a ransom for your release?" he asked and took a long draw on
his cigarette.
"No, he did
not."
"He?" His brows rose
as he blew a wispy cloud of grey smoke.
"Yes. My captor wanted
nothing monetarily."
"Is that so?" He was
silent for a long moment as his beady black gaze swept over me. The unspoken
implication and his lascivious sent a profusion of heat to my face.
Nevertheless, I forged on. "It is my belief, monsieur, that my own brother may
have intended to kill me."
"You believe your own
brother has intrigued against you? And where is he now, this
brother?"
"He is in New York or
perhaps Newport. He has a perfect alibi, of course, but I have evidence to
support my suspicions."
He nodded slowly and
then pursed his lips. "Then your abductor was an accomplice in this nefarious
plot?"
"No. It is not as
simple as that. As it turns out, my captor inadvertently saved my
life."
"Alors! This is
fascinating indeed. I wish to hear this tale en totalité, but first I shall
summon my scribe to record this story. After which, I intend to send an urgent
dispatch to the British Embassy in Paris. I assure you, mademoiselle, justice
will be served."
He stubbed out his
cigarette. "As to your abductor, I shall deal with this heathen dog, this
barbaric bâtard, personally." His gaze suddenly narrowed on me with a
disconcerting intensity. "You must tell me now, Mademoiselle Mayo, who was the
perpetrator of this…this… outrage to your person?"
And in that moment I
knew.
It was not the details
of my intended murder that had captured his interest. No, he didn't care at all
about me. He desired only to know what I knew—specifically, the name and
location of the force behind the simmering unrest—my captor and my lover— Sheik
Ahmed Ben Hassan.
Victoria Vane is a
multiple award-winning romance novelist, cowboy addict, and history junkie whose
collective works of fiction range from wildly comedic romps to emotionally
compelling erotic romance. Victoria also writes historical fiction as Emery Lee
and is the founder of Goodreads Romantic Historical Fiction Lovers and the
Romantic Historical Lovers book review blog. Look for Victoria's sexy new
contemporary cowboy series coming from Sourcebooks summer
2014.
CONTACT:
Email: victoria.vane@hotmail.com
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3 comments:
Thank you so much for hosting my virtual tour!
Warmest regards, Victoria Vane
Great excerpt!
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