A Taste of what's in On Desert Sands

For those of you that have been following my blog know that I am a writer. Certainly I am not perfect and may never be a E.L. James, Lori Foster or a Nick Sparks. I do how have the drive to be one of them. I am a lover of romance novels. Not just the sappy ones but the ones that can rip your heart out type of romances where there is turmoil and pain through out. I love the ones of which you know will leave you on the edge of your seat all the way.

I will leave an excerpt of On Desert Sands when I am finished but first I would like to let you see where I am coming from.

I haven't yet come to the point in my opinion, have gotten in the place where I can write a hot, steamy love scene. I can see these things in my minds eye but it is my ambition to allow you to see what I see as I write these stories for you. On Desert Sands is the sixth book I have written and I am hoping to get it out on a good start. At this time I am writing the second in this series and I am hoping that my work will soon be noticed by you the reader. Without delay I will leave you with an excerpt of On Desert Sands.

"How many of those are you going to drink?

Looking up, she saw him. He gave her a stern look, one of reprimand. “I don’t know,” she answered with animosity. His jaw clenched as he held out his hand to her. “Dance with me.” It wasn’t a request, it was an order. She couldn’t help but put her drink down and take his hand without hesitation. With his hand low on her back, he guided her out on the dance floor. “I don’t dance,” she whispered just before the music started. “Don’t worry about it no one here can. Just follow my lead.” Gathering her against his chest, she settled into his warmth. Comfort. For the first time in years, she felt comfortable. His arms wrapped around her like a fortress. She hadn’t heard the music, just the rhythmic beating of his heart. “I’ve been watching you for a while now.” His voice grew deeper as he continued speaking, “What upset you?” She wasn’t sure she knew what he was talking about. As if he could read her mind, he offered, “I counted three drinks since I came in. What upset you?” “Oh,” laying her hand against him, she felt the firmness of his muscled chest through his shirt. The aroma of his aftershave had fogged her brain along with a scent that was pure male. When she didn’t answer, he probed a little more. “Oh,” he echoed, “yeah. You haven’t answered my question, Sara.” I haven’t answered your question because I can’t get it out of my mind that I would love for you to kiss me. Thank goodness, she hadn’t said it out loud. “No, I didn’t answer your question.” Without missing a beat, he danced her around the room. His step was so light she felt as if she were floating. With the amount of alcohol she had in her, she might be she thought. “Are you going to answer my question, or am I going to haul you over my shoulder and carry you out of here?” Pushing back away from his chest, she looked up at him. He held her tight to him, keeping her from going any farther. “Calm down, He-man, I am an adult you know.” The irritation was clear on his face. He grinned, but it was that of a forced one. “You’re in a room full of men on the prowl. A woman is at a disadvantage here, even in the best of circumstances. It would be easy for you to be taken advantage of.” “Are you telling me I don’t know how to take care of myself,” she huffed. “Because I’m a woman you don’t think I can take care of myself?” “I didn’t say that,” his temper clearly rising. “I’m trying to protect you.” “I don’t need protecting,” she protested, and again tried to push away from him. She wasn’t going anywhere. He wasn’t holding her roughly, nor nearly as firm as he could. “I swear, Sara, if you don’t stop I will take you over my knee here in front of everyone.” When she found she wasn’t going to work her way away from him, she stopped and looked up at him to find him staring back at her. What was she thinking? He was one of the most handsome men she had met in a very long time and she was trying to get away from him. Dressed in a pair of worn jeans, fitted black tee, and denim jacket he was… walking perfection. “You’re gorgeous, I think I’m in love,” she mumbled. “I’m glad you think so.” When she realized what had happened, she prayed she hadn’t said it aloud. Her stomach churned and her head felt as if it were detached. “Tell me, I didn’t say what I was thinking out loud.” Chuckling, she felt his body shake slightly, “Afraid so.” She had known that with alcohol came loose lips and thoughts, followed by being very sick. If she were lucky, it wouldn’t happen. Soon she would know. If that wasn’t enough, it was accompanied by a hangover. Whatever it is you’re drinking, it’s like giving you a truth serum.” She didn’t say a word as she could feel the earth moving and she was standing still. All she could hope was that she could make it to a bathroom before she started emptying the contents of her stomach. Shoving hard, she excused herself, and clapped her hand over her mouth. Wandering through the crowd, she was doubtful she would make it to the restroom. She was hoping all the while that there wouldn’t be a line holding her up. Reaching the restroom, she found it empty. What a blessing. She had just made it in the stall and shut the door when her stomach wrenched. On her knees, she felt she would never make it to her feet again. Very dignified she thought, a woman on her knees, drunk in a public restroom. There was no way she could face him now. Unrolling a small amount of tissue from the roll, she wiped her mouth. The situation couldn’t have gotten worse. “Sara,” his voice rolled from outside the doors. Okay, maybe it could. “Sara.” He wasn’t going away even if she didn’t say a word. He had seen her leave and knew where she was headed. She didn’t say a word, just pushed the door open. Her head remained down, hoping she wasn’t going to continue losing the contents of her stomach. She remained on the floor as he took one step toward her. Dear God, just let the ground open up and swallow me, she thought with what faculties remained. She felt his eyes on her and kept hers downcast. “You shouldn’t drink that much if you can’t handle it.” Yeah, yeah she knew that. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that out. It was just one more embarrassing thing she could chalk up that she had done in his sight. First her mistaken date, and now this, she must look better to him all the time. Holding out his hand, he offered her assistance to stand, and once she took it, he pulled her up against him. “You should take better care of yourself.” He picked her up and sat her down on the bathroom counter, wiping her face as he did. “Any of those guys could make a play for you. They don’t care if you’re sober or not, or willing to go along with their games.” She managed a small smile even though she felt completely foolish knowing what she was going to say before she said it. She wasn’t able to stop herself from forming the words and they were out of her mouth in a second. “Who’s going to protect me from you?” “I can see in no way is alcohol your friend.” Once he had finished wiping the mascara from her cheeks, he looked at her, inspecting his job. “You aren’t one to be shy when you’ve had a few too many.” He took her hand from his chest as she drug it down to his belt line. She pouted as he clutched her hands and stopped her exploring. He was sure with what little he knew about her, she wouldn’t be happy with her actions once the alcohol left her system. “Not now, princess. I would rather you had your wits about you.” Again, she made a pouty face. “Ah, the big bad wolf

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