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Refuge
By
Lisabet
Sarai
Contemporary multicultural
erotic
romance
6,800 words
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KDP
ISBN: 9780463786239 (Smashwords)
ASIN: B07TDYD7DB
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Love
erases borders.
I never wanted to be a soldier, especially a guard at the
remote, dusty Mae La refugee camp, a thousand kilometers from my home. But
these days there were no jobs in our village. My mother depended on the money I
sent her each month. Still, she cried whenever I phoned her.
Until I met the lovely hill tribe girl Preean, though—until
she asked for help I knew I shouldn’t give her—I never really understood what I
was doing to my fellow human beings. How could she go on, one day after another
in that desolate place, without any hope for change? Mae La was limbo—once you
arrived here you were stuck. There was nowhere else you could go.
To love her was dangerous, a risk to my own life and
freedom. But when she offered her body and her heart, how could I refuse?
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Read an Excerpt
“Excuse me, do you have a pencil?”
I
jumped. I had been daydreaming about home, eating somtum and gai yang
with Mum and my brother Daeng under the tamarind tree in the backyard. The
light tap on my shoulder dragged me back to the smelly, dusty camp where I was
supposed to be on guard.
“What?”
“A pencil? Or a pen?” The young woman gestured back towards
a knot of kids gathered in the shade of the water tower. She held up a sheet of
corrugated cardboard scavenged from some trash heap. “I’m teaching them their
alphabet. I’ve got this but nothing to write with.”
She
wore a faded teeshirt, baggy shorts and flip flops. Her hair hung down her back
in a messy ponytail tied with an old shoelace. Still I could see that she was
pretty, slightly built, with sharper features and paler skin then the girls
back home. Her smile appeared genuine, though her eyes appraised me nervously.
I guessed that it took some courage for her to approach me, a uniformed soldier
with a loaded rifle—never mind that I was only a year or two older than she
was, and wanting nothing more than to go back to my family in Yasathon.
I
leaned my gun against my thigh. “I’ve got a pencil back at the barracks, but I
can’t leave my post until my shift is over. Maybe you could postpone your
lessons until after three? I’ll bring it to you then.”
Her
face lit up. She grabbed and squeezed my hands. Hers were tiny, but strong.
“Oh, thank you, sir! Thank you.”
I
blushed at her enthusiasm. “Never mind. Now you’d better go.” I’d noticed
Sergeant Chokchai headed my way. He didn’t approve of what he called
“fraternization” between us and the camp’s inhabitants.
“Everything secure, Private Nu?” He loomed over me. I
swallowed hard. He came from Bangkok. He had made it clear in his view, I was
just a stupid hick from the Northeast.
“Yes, sir. Everything is normal, sir.”
“What were you doing, talking to that filthy Burmese cunt?”
I
winced at his foulness. “Nothing. She wanted to know the time, that’s all.”
“Why should she care? She’s not going anywhere!” Chokchai gave a nasty chuckle “You should
know better, though. Don’t talk to them. Don’t get involved in their affairs.
Oh, they’ll act all polite and respectful, but they’re snakes. They’ll stab you
as soon as your back’s turned. You remember what happened to Sakon, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.” Sakon had been another sergeant. They had found
him behind the mess hall with his throat slit. Everyone assumed that he was
murdered by one of the refugees, even though he’d been a brutal man who had
many enemies.
“Just remember, they’re animals. Ignorant, superstitious
animals.” He looked over his shoulder in the direction that the girl had
disappeared, shaking his head in obvious disgust, before returning his
unwelcome attention to me.
About
Lisabet
Lisabet Sarai has been addicted to words all her life. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a
five-hundred
page
dissertation,
and
lots
of
erotica
and
erotic
romance
– nearly
one
hundred
titles,
and
counting,
in
nearly
every
sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
You’ll
find
information
and
excerpts
from
all
Lisabet’s books
on
her
website
(http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html),
along
with
more
than
fifty
free
stories
and
lots
more.
At
her
blog
Beyond
Romance
(http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com),
she
shares
her
philosophy
and
her
news
and
hosts
lots
of
other
great
authors.
She’s also
on
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