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Phaze,
in partnership with editor,
Alessia Brio,
is proud to announce Coming Together: At Last, a
collection of interracial erotic fiction which celebrates
the diversity of desire.
All proceeds from the
sale of these special anthologies benefit
Amnesty
International. Coming Together is
erotic altruism at its finest
Blurb for Love Under the Endless African Sky
by Aliyah Burke:
Ryder Matthews was enjoying doing nothing when he receives a
call from his former commanding officer who asks him for a
favor. Agreeing, he soon finds himself leaving the pristine
wilderness of the Pac Norwest to arrive in the stark desert
beauty of Zimbabwe to bring home, Henrietta Buxton, his CO’s
goddaughter.
Henrietta “Eddie” Buxton was a civil engineer who spent her
time helping people in less fortunate countries. Working in
Zimbabwe, she encounters a man who takes her breath away. No
matter how attractive the tall former Marine is she wasn’t
about to let him stroll in and demand she go with him back
to the States.
Ryder is swept off his feet by this woman who doesn’t seem
to fear for her own life. Can he do what he came here to do,
bring her home, and then leave her? Or will what they’ve
shared under the endless African sky be the beginning of
something more? |
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The harsh afternoon sun beat down upon the back of her neck
as she leaned against the door of her old Scout. Wiping her
hand across her forehead, she smiled at some of the locals.
“It’s really warm today,” she said, taking a drink of water.
“Yes, very,” a tall muscular black man answered in accented
English.
“Let’s take a break for lunch, Taurean. Then we can dig and
lay more pipe for the system after it cools down a bit.
Especially since we have to go around that corner up ahead.”
“Sounds good. I’ll pass the word along.”
“Awesome.”
She reached through the open window of her Scout and grabbed
a pad and pencil. Then she headed for the quickly-erected
tent that had people hanging out, trying to get a break from
the sun.
“Hey, Quanda,” she said as she took a bite of the fruit her
friend handed her.
“Afternoon,” Quanda responded with a smile. “Going good?”
she asked.
“Yes. Just taking a break. I’m going up around the bend to
see what’s in store for us, so if anyone wants me, that’s
where I’ll be.”
“Be careful.”
“Of course.” With a wave of her notepad, she headed off.
“Eddie! Eddie!” a voice yelled.
“Over here,” she hollered back, without turning around.
“There’s someone here asking for you.”
That got her to turn. Jevonte strode closer and behind him
followed a man she didn’t know. She stood slowly as her gaze
moved over the unknown man.
Powerful was the first word that popped into her mind. He
stood tall and straight as he moved, as if unaware of his
own fluidity. He wore dark khaki cargo pants and a light
gray tee shirt. A shirt that hugged his muscular torso
showing off his rippled abs.
Damn! Her gaze traveled up to linger on his face. Hard
angles, sunglasses kept his eyes hidden, and there looked to
be two or so day’s growth on his face. Nice firm lips.
“And who might you be?” she questioned, walking toward the
duo.
“Henrietta Buxton.” He made it sound like a statement and
not a question. His voice was smoky and gravely, setting her
nerves on high alert.
A burst of laughter escaped from her. “Henrietta? Wow, not
many call me that. But yes, legally that’s my name, although
most call me, Eddie. What can I do for you, Mr. ...?”
He stepped closer and stuck out his hand. “Matthews, Ryder
Matthews.”
Delightful shivers ran up and down her spine as his large
hand closed over her smaller one. “Okay, Mr. Matthews. What
can I do for you?”
He tipped his head to the side as if watching her. “I’m here
to take you home.”
Copyright © Aliyah
Burke, 2009.
All Rights Reserved,
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