I write for Silhouette Romantic Suspense. Our line used to be called: Silhouette Intimate Moments, but some brilliant marketing guys decided a few years ago that the name of the line should be more self-explanatory. Guess Romantic Suspense just about says it all, huh?
So now you know what kind of books I write: short contemporary suspense with lots of romance. But because our line is packed with emotion (remember, we used to be called Intimate Moments,) sometimes we get carried away with the fantasy of love. When I was young, I was absorbed with the stories that might have come straight out of the Arabian Nights. I watched all the Sinbad and Ali Baba movies and loved the adventure stories where a warrior hero rode in on a white horse to rescue the independent heroine from an evil sultan. But then, I also watched I Dream of Jennie on television and loved their blending of modern with the old fantasy. Wasn’t that series fun?
This year I am beginning a new series called Desert Sons. My latest release, HER SHEIK PROTECTOR (July 2010) is the first book in the series. It’s a little unconventional as far as sheik stories go. I think it’s more of an international romantic thriller. The series revolves around a modern family of Bedouins who find themselves embroiled in a bitter war of revenge with an ancient enemy. With an old-timey Hollywood noir feeling, HER SHEIK PROTECTOR is the story of an independent woman who ends up in the middle of a dangerous feud and forced to depend upon a dark stranger she isn’t sure she can trust.
Maybe it would be easier to explain if you read a little bit of an excerpt:
Rylie stared at the back of the closed door, still waiting for Darin’s return and to hear him say he needed her help. Ten seconds. Forty. One minute. Two.
Okay, she got that he was worried about her. Really she did. But she’d also hoped he was coming to know the person she was inside. The person who could never in a million years wait around in safety, sitting on her hands while someone she cared about worked to save her life.
Two hours later Rylie’s ears were popping again as she crept through the quiet corridors, looking for any sign of Darin or the Taj Zabbar kidnapper. The train must be heading lower, going in the direction of the lake below the mountains. Rylie could almost feel gravity pulling her downward.
The train rounded a steep u-curve right then, and Rylie got a good view through the windows into another corridor as the snaking cars doubled back on themselves. There, maybe only two or three train-car lengths ahead, she saw two men locked in mortal combat in the well-lit corridor of a sleeping car.
She pushed through pressurized door locks and tramped across the little bridges called vestibules that connected two cars. Through one car. Then into the next. Then she heard a noise coming from the end of the car. It sounded as though someone had momentarily gone through the pressurized door onto the next vestibule. Shoving hard to open the door, she blinked at sudden air movement and turned her head in that direction.
To her amazement, she saw shoes…well, feet with shoes on them…as they disappeared up a ladder that she’d never noticed before. A ladder to the roof of the train? Why?
After she heard a distant shout, sounding for all the world like Darin’s voice, the why didn’t seem too important. If he could chase someone to the roof of a train, she could follow.
Her Sheik Protector by Linda Conrad
See what I mean about a modern fantasy? So, I loved to read about sheiks, what kind of books did you enjoy reading as a child? Can you remember the first book you ever read all by yourself? I think mine was Winnie the Poo. What was yours? Or if you can’t remember, what is the best fantasy book you ever read? Leave a comment and win a copy of HER SHEIK PROTECTOR. And don’t forget to drop by Linda’s newly designed website, http://www.LindaConrad.com to find out more Behind the Book about the Desert Sons and to sign up for Linda’s newsletter!