Hi All!
Many thanks to Mary Winter for hosting me as I celebrate the release of my new paranormal romance DESERT FEVER from Ellora’s Cave.
Here’s a short excerpt I hope you enjoy. For more excerpts and Buy Link please visit my website at Adele Dubois www.adeledubois.com/
DESERT FEVER: Summary
On her forty-sixth birthday, Marybeth buys a red convertible, equipped with the latest GPS navigation technology, and runs away from her painful divorce. At the mouth of the Mojave Desert she finds sexy, thirty-year old USMC veteran Jake stranded with his disabled motorcycle, and gives him a lift to Nevada.
What Marybeth doesn’t know is that her GPS navigator has led her straight to the man she wished for to heal her broken heart. Though the GPS is not exactly a genie, his system grants him the power to locate whatever Marybeth needs most. What she wants is revenge, laced with a hot, studly young lover. GPS takes wishing upon a star to a new and very real technological level, as he makes Marybeth’s wildest, most sultry dreams come true.
An Excerpt From: DESERT FEVER
Copyright © ADELE DUBOIS, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
“Yes. That’s what I need. A young stud of my own.”
Guy’s voice filled the car as the GPS screen lit up in muted yellow, jolting her from her reverie. “Turn off Route 210 onto US 15. Stop at the gas station. One mile.”
US 15 from California to Nevada was a long, straight arrow on the edge of red and brown desert for hundreds of godforsaken miles. She checked her gauge. “I don’t need gas.” The tank was good till she reached Baker, home of the Tallest Thermometer on Earth.
“Stop at the gas station,” Guy repeated.
“I said, I don’t need gas.”
“Stop at the gas station!”
Could it be her imagination or had Guy copped a tone? Marybeth frowned at the GPS. The screen seemed to glow brighter and the words GAS STATION flashed across it in bright green.
What the hell? Marybeth shook her head. Did Guy know something she didn’t? She wondered if her GPS had been programmed by some geek to monitor fluid levels. Maybe she’d better check her engine.
She pulled into the weathered filling station, coasted up to the pumps and put the car into park. Her legs needed a stretch and she had to use the ladies’ room anyway. “Didn’t know you were such a nag.” She unbuckled her seat belt and popped the hood.
The words GAS STATION flashed across the screen in red letters.
“Just like a man to try and have the last word.” Marybeth hit Guy’s off switch and took the key out of the ignition. The screen blinked into darkness. “I win.”
She topped off the gas tank. When it was full, she walked around to the front of the car, lifted the hood and checked the oil, careful to avoid staining her white clothes. Oil, washer fluid, water levels were fine. She closed the hood and went to the glove compartment for packaged wipes. After cleaning her hands, she tossed the trash in the waste container at the pumps.
Looking down, she noticed one of her espadrille laces had come loose. She leaned over from the waist to rewrap the thin rope around her ankle and retie the bow. Her long legs stretched with the movements and she groaned with relief. Her limbs had begun to cramp in the car.
Blonde tendrils fell forward against her face and she flipped her hair behind her as she straightened. She arched her spine with her palms, working out the kinks in her neck, shoulders and lower back. She turned her head from side to side, groaning as her tired muscles relaxed. Guy had been right to insist she take a break. Damn him.
“Long drive?”
Marybeth pivoted, startled. Her jaw dropped. She closed it fast, not wanting the stranger to enjoy his voyeuristic prank too much. No way would she have bent over like that to tie her shoe, ass in the air, if she’d seen him behind her at the next bay. Inside her blind spot.
Jeezus, she must have been blind to miss him when she pulled into the station. From his head of long, wavy, light brown hair to the snug fit of his jeans and the toes of his black leather riding boots, the man was a too gorgeous to be real.
Gotta love California.
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