Book: Oasis of Eden (1923)
OASIS OF EDEN – 1923, the Sahara Desert
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The moment Commander Elydian Amun sets eyes on the curvy brunette wayward camp follower, he vows to shelter her—and make love to her at every opportunity. She is a dream come true, but soon the spirited female stumbles upon information that could unravel his world. Together they must keep the secret from the population or no one will survive.
Miss Jade Ann Poole, Flapper and heiress of a prominent Egyptian archeologist, accidentally defies time and space, but will she deny the protector of a life-sustaining Oasis her heart?
“What?” the woman shrieked and pushed her way past Elydian. She sneered at Lothar-Canute and then frowned down her nose at Jade. “Is this why you are dismissing me? So you can entertain this short, plump little nothing?”
Covering her shocked start, Jade lifted her chin two notches—the woman was as tall as Lothar-Canute. Similarly dressed as Jade, the fabric of Havliah’s outfit appeared thicker, more home-spun. Her platinum hair, shorn much shorter than a fashionable bob, desperately needed a conditioning treatment. Before she tore her gaze from Havliah’s burning assessment, she noticed that the woman had no curves whatsoever. Flat chested, her waist fell to branch out into long, gangly legs which poked through the high slits of her dress. Her height was something to envy, but Jade would never trade her woman’s figure for that of a very tall seventeen year-old boy’s skin and bones.
Jade turned to look directly into the eyes of Elydian and when she spoke, his smoldering gaze met hers. His eyes were stunning. Light brown with golden flecks around heavy, focused pupils, all surrounded by a thin black ring. ,What peepers! Had she the choice, she’d rather be lost in his eyes than in this camp of crazies. “There is no need to dismiss anyone. I have merely lost my way and this man,” she indicated Lothar-Canute, “said you could help me.”
“There. You see?” Havliah said in triumph. “There is no need for me to—”
“Havliah, out.” he repeated a bit more briskly than before and took her by the elbow, showing her the way.
Havliah jerked out of Elydian’s grip and stumbled a few steps forward. Her eyes narrowed at Jade as she passed.
“Ass,” Havliah murmured.
“Whore,” he shot back.
“Enough.” Elydian growled at them and then turned back to Jade.
Without a word he parted the curtain in a blatant invitation for her to enter.
Jade had two choices: She could refuse his arrogant, unspoken invitation, or she could step through the portal of his tent and thank him in any way he deemed worthy for getting Lothar-Canute off her tail, chest or whatever she was inadvertently presenting to him at the time.
What a conundrum. Were she to give in and enter his lair, she’d probably experience the petting of a lifetime—and by the look in his eyes, that was exactly what would occur. Gads, Elydian’s hands seemed twice the size of her own. Liquid desire pooled in her belly. Before her better judgment, which had been dormant for many a semester, reared its head, she swept beneath his arm and in to the tent.
Genre: Historical, Sci-Fi, Time-Travel, Erotic Romance