I got the
idea for this story after watching a video of French “globe cooker” Fred
Chesneau visiting nomads in the Moroccan desert. They generously shared their
food, home, and wisdom with a stranger, and I thought it would be cool to write
about a female rally driver having the same experience.
A Thorned
Rose in the Sand is set in the beautiful, quiet
dunes of western Sahara where the sun is so hot you can’t walk barefooted and
you could go miles and miles without seeing a single soul. In this story,
you’ll meet a badass 450cc rally motorcycle, an opiniated but gentle dromedary,
and two highly strong-willed young persons from opposite sides of the planet
who get off to a bad start then can’t keep their hands off each other 😊
When life in a big U.S. city becomes too much, Stevie Jones decides to
live her wildest dream – compete against the tough guys in a motorcycle rally
across Morocco. But the real excitement is found away from the race track, in
the shifting sands of the desert.
After his studies in London, Ragab has returned to the
nomadic lifestyle of his Bedouin family and the majestic silence of the Sahara.
He dreams of the perfect wife, until a beautiful but feisty biker stuck in a
sand dune turns his quiet world upside down.
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Excerpt
The girl screamed behind him. “Eeeeee!”
Too hard to resist.
Until now, Ragab had had a difficult time respecting her privacy, but surely, a
scream called for attention. What kind of a gentleman would he be if he didn’t
check on a woman in distress?
He spun and found her
kneeling on her jacket, nude and wet, arms outstretched in shock. He bit down a
laugh. Yes, the deep well water was cold, but one got used to it, and in the
extreme heat of the desert, it was a blessing.
She turned, caught him
staring, and even though he couldn’t see anything inappropriate, she hurried to
cover her breasts and pubic area. “Look away!” she shouted, voice panicky.
The laugh bubbled
inside him, but he obediently turned back to the motorcycle—then stood in such
a way he could see her reflection in one of the side mirrors.
Oh, it was like
watching a porn scene. Her long, red curls hung wild over her back and round,
white butt cheeks. Every time she moved, a portion of her breasts appeared in
the space between her ribs and arms. Such perfect feminine curves, all over.
Imagine if he saw the front…
Blood rushed to his
groin. Stiffening, bothered, he tore from the sight, walked over to the well,
and leaned against its waist-high wall, hoping the hardness of the bricks and
coolness from the water below would temper his arousal before it became a
full-blown erection.
So silent…
He strained to hear.
Splashes. Muffled
squeals. More splashes.
He turned slowly and
stole a glance from the corner of his eye.
She washed her panties
and black top in the bucket and leaned forward to spread them in the sun. Her
position exposed the dark pink lips of her sex, from the tiny hole in her butt
to the end of her slit, where her clitoris hid.
Ooh!
Shocked to his core,
he turned back and groaned low, his cock hardening again.
He closed his eyes,
drew long, slow breaths to calm the painful throbbing and counted minutes,
trying to think of something else.
His dromedary, for
example. It would be cool to show her how to ride it. What if he rode another
one, and they both galloped on the dunes together, she laughing, ecstatic…
Then they’d roll in
the sand, and he would tease her thighs apart and slide his hungry hardness
into her dark pink lips, to the wet bottom of her. Oh, yes.
She called, “Ready?”
He risked a glance in
her direction.
Wearing one of his
sisters’ dresses and looking divine with her red curls floating behind her—and
her face white and clean—she strolled to the motorcycle, carrying a bag and her
clothes. She stuffed everything on top of the fuel tanks, got up, lifted the dress
to her knees, and started the motor.
Not once looking at
him.
About the author
Lea Bronsen likes her reads hot, fast, and
edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After venturing
into dirty inner-city crime drama with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides
her writing time between psychological thriller, romantic suspense, and dark erotic
romance.
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