About Victoria:
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:
Victoria will be awarding one copy of "A
Wild Night's Bride" and one copy of "A Breach of Promise" to
randomly drawn commenters at each stop.
Blurb:
A haughty young heiress for whom the world is a playground…
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…
Excerpt:
My
eyes tracked upward to rest on his sun-bronzed and lightly bearded face. Harsh
and angular in the lamplight, it was at once the handsomest and cruelest face I
had ever seen. He regarded me fiercely with scornful eyes. Those eyes! I had
seen them before.
I
gasped. It was him! The man from the party who had eyed me with such insolence.
Even now he gazed at me as no other man had ever dared to—in a way that made me
feel like a slave exposed for sale in a public market.
"Who are you?" I asked hoarsely,
speaking in French without thinking.
He
replied in French as well. "I am the Sheik Ahmed Ben Hassan."
The
name conveyed nothing. "Is it money that you want? Are you holding me for
ransom?"
He
regarded me for a long and silent moment with an expression of contempt.
"I have no need of your money."
"What
then?" I demanded, but deep down I already knew it was not a question of
ransom. The way he looked at me was far too revealing and made my stomach
churn. "Do you think that you can keep me here, you fool?" I lashed
out in growing panic. "Do you suppose I can vanish into the desert and
that no notice will be taken of my disappearance? That no inquiries will be
made?"
"There
will be no inquiries," he answered me calmly.
"There
will be inquiries." I choked out. "I am not such a nonentity that
nothing will be done when I am missed. The English authorities will make the
French Government find out who is responsible, and you will pay for what you
have done."
"Pay?"
His amused look sent a cold feeling of dread through me. "I have already
paid… in gold that matches your hair, my gazelle. Besides," he continued,
"the French Government has no jurisdiction over me. There is no authority
above my own."
My
trepidation was growing more terrible every passing moment. "Why have you
brought me here?"
"Why
have I brought you here?" He repeated with a slow and heated appraisal
that made me acutely, almost painfully, conscious of my sex. "Bon Dieu!
Are you not woman enough to know?"
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Thanks so much for participating in my Virtual Tour for THE SHEIK RETOLD. :-) Warmest regards, Victoria Vane
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