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Blurb for Burlesque! Love's Sahara...

Life is a circus, magic is a trick and love is a striptease.

One smoldering night with a magician hiding more than tricks up his sleeves has turned Ruby Palmer’s life inside out. The costume designer has been romanced, then kidnapped and now dumped in the Sahara desert in a dangerous game of international intrigue. Now she must survive the Sahara and walk away from Blake Cannon no matter how much she loves him.

When your life is on the line, you don’t get to follow your heart.

From burlesque at the Cirque D’Amour to Magic in Morocco, everything comes to a head in Love’s Sahara, the final installment of the Burlesque! serial.

Quickie Excerpt...

We slept fitfully, tossing and turning, sinking in and out of  sleep. The intense heat, made it impossible to sleep deeply. Just before dusk, Blake’s phone rang, startling us both. He fished it out of his back pocket and looked at the screen.

“Shit.”

“What? Who is it?” I asked, my voice thick with sleep. I rubbed sand from my eyes and sat up. The sun hung lower in the sky, blasting us with heat. It would cool down soon, but not yet, not until full dark.

“Frankie.” He answered the call and passed the phone over to me.

"Heya Frankie," I said casually. The heat made it impossible for me to be formal. All my social niceties had melted.

"Thought I would check in and see how things were going.” The rough edges and dark rasp of Frankie’s Boston accent filled my ear.

I looked at the desert painted caramel by the sun. Thirst singed my throat, my lips had cracked from the heat and my clothes were stiff from the salt in my sweat. "Swell. Just swell."

"He'll be there tomorrow night?"

I mentally plotted out the timeline. The night we would sit through, the walk ahead of us and my earlier optimism fizzled and went flat. We weren’t going to make. Not in time for Lilli. "Oh no, probably not going to happen. Unless..." An idea struck me. "You want to come get us?"

“Ruby, no. Don’t do it. We have a way out that’s on our own terms. Don’t give that up.” Blake tried to take the phone away from me but I turned away, holding it close to my chest.

"What are you talking about? What's going on?" Frankie shouted.

"I'm the middle of the fucking Sahara, Frankie. That’s what’s going on. There's no water and no way out. You want Blake there tomorrow? You're going to have to come and get us."  I put the phone on speaker and navigated to the map app Blake had used earlier. "Here are our coordinates." I started to read them off, but Blake put a hand over mine, muffling the speaker.

"This isn’t a good idea." His dark eyes pleaded with me to listen to him.

I narrowed my eyes at Blake, the movement making my sunburned skin sting. "Why not? You have a better plan?"

"Yes, mine is harder but safer. Don’t play into his hands."

"He's got Lilli god damn you. Lilli. This isn’t about just us and we can’t walk through the desert fast enough to save her." I stepped back, pulling the phone away from him. "Here are the coordinates." I read them off. "Got it?"

"Are you fucking with me, girl? There's a tracker on your phone that says you're in Algiers, Algeria."

I gave a sharp laugh. "Ha! Algeria. I wish. Listen, dipshit, there's sand in everything out here. I'm surprised the damn phone still works. Look, here's proof."

I tossed the phone to Blake and stepped outside our shelter, sliding half way down the dune. "Take my picture."

"Ruby," he started.

"Shut up and do it." I flipped Blake, Frankie and the Sahara desert the bird, plastering a big smile on my face as I did so.