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Weekend Writing Warriors, #SnippetSunday, Running From Uncertainty.

2/11/2017

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I will be sharing from my new release Stolen Secrets again, because the launch is Tuesday, Valentine's Day!

He lowered her, letting her feet return to the sand, her sanity to the moment.
“Isa--”
“I’m here,” she called, and pushed against his chest, for leverage and mental stability. What should I say? she wondered, confused and still breathless from his torrid kisses. She’d never been kissed that way before, not by anyone. Her undeniable attraction to him was primitive. He awoke raw desire within her until she was so lost in the feelings her brain stopped controlling her actions. The prince was dangerous, on so many levels. She could tell that he, too, was moved by their exchange. His chest rose and fell swiftly and his hand lingered on the curve of her buttock. The intensity of his stare unnerved her, eyes darkened by lust, lips parted with soft puffs of air matching the rhythmic swell of his rib cage.
Running from her own uncertainty, she turned to shore and waded quickly toward the sound of Elsa’s voice.

I hope you liked the snippet I posted this week for Elizabeth. So much to do for this book launch, I almost forgot to send a Valentine to Giada, my bestest doggie friend ever! Be sure to read the other Weekend Writing Warriors and #SnippetSunday authors for more great reads. And don't forget to scroll down and register for all the cool rafflecopter prizes!

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Offered an enormous sum by an anonymous benefactor for the acquisition of an ancient ceremonial relic, a sum that would keep the antiquities shop in Cairo her father left her afloat while she continued her own archaeological pursuits, Lady Isabella Valentine was distracted rather than tempted, then suspicious, when the dashing young Bedouin slipped in just before closing and promised her a deal she couldn’t refuse--for the very same relic. Despite his sensual appeal, she did refuse him, sending him away.

Prince Mukhtar, son of Sheikh Abdul Kummel al-Rahman, leader of the Hassana, is on a sacred Illuminati mission for Queen Isis to retrieve something stolen from one of her temples over a thousand years ago. This mortal disbeliever though an enchanting English rose, however beautiful she might be, is clearly in the power of the Usurper and must be persuaded to help him, one way or another. But neither of them know of the evil power they are up against, or what hidden dangers await them in the tomb of the high priest.

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Weekend Writing Warriors, #SnippetSunday, The Plot Thickens

12/18/2016

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Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Sign up below with your name, blog and email and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Your post needs to be live between 12:00 noon on Saturday 12/17/16 and 09:00 AM on Sunday 12/18/16. Visit the other participants on the list and read, critique and comment on their 8sunday posts. Spread the word, share the love, warriors. Twitter hashtag #8sunday.

I will continue to share from my Stolen Secrets Fantasy Romance. The heroine, Lady Isabella Valentine, has been hired to retrieve the same artifact from an anonymous benefactor, who has sent a helper, David Khoury, to assist her on the archaeological dig. Prince Mukhtar wishes to change her mind. This current scene is where you find out a bit more about the prince.

“What else could I do? The Usurper got to her first,” said Mukhtar, raising his voice to be heard above the tinkling bells on camel bridles, bleating goats, and the reverberations of sprayed sand against the outer walls of the pavilion.
            The cool night winds whipped against the goatskin sides of the tent, and helped bellow the smoke from the inner fire up the chimney flaps high above their heads. Shadows played across his father’s chiseled features, illuminated by firelight as they sat cross-legged on cushions, relaxing after a bountiful feast provided for the benefit of their honored guest. The darkness prevented him from gauging his father’s emotion. He disliked disappointing him, for he respected this man he loved, this man whose men followed him with blind devotion due not to his wealth and position, but because of his fearless prowess as a soldier and his wise and just leadership abilities.
            “The queen is going to be displeased that you were unable to secure the woman’s map, or at least her services,” said his father thoughtfully.
            “Wait, Abdul, we don’t have to involve my mother yet,” said Prince Anubis. “After all, Mukhtar may still be able to plant himself in Lady Isabella’s party.”

I hope you enjoyed the snippet I posted for Elizabeth today. She has been busy baking Christmas cookies and candy, which she won't even share with me. So as soon as I am done with this I am going to go snooping around in the kitchen looking forlorn so she will give me a doggie cookie! Be sure to visit the other Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday authors for some more great reads! Don't forget to hop on down below to the Decem-brr Decadent Reads blog hop and sign up for the kindle fire, kindle ereader and lots of giftcards (Some are for as much as $50!), and other great prizes these romance writers are giving away!

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