Blog Guest ... Sandra Sookoo (+ Giveaway)

It's always wonderful to have a favourite author here at my blog. I'm thrilled to have Sandra Sookoo back again. Cairo Nights is one of my favourite titles of hers. 

Welcome back, Sandra!

Thank you for having me on your blog today!  It’s always great coming back here.

Oh Egypt!  Oh land of the ruins of by-gone eras and a proud, determined people!  Visiting this country is on my bucket list and I’m really hoping I have the opportunity to visit this world that has fascinated my imagination from an early age.

Until that time, I can only write about it and dream.

Which is exactly what I did in CAIRO NIGHTS.  I combined my love of Egypt with my love of historical romance and added in some erotic scenes.  When I planned out this “heat” series, I took a look at all kinds of exotic locales I’d love to highlight.  I’d already done a story set in Tobago in the Caribbean, so Egypt was the next in line.

But, since it’s a historical story set in the late 1880s, of course modern-day medicine wasn’t available at that time.  Joy, my heroine, works tirelessly at saving Cairo’s children from easily curable diseases, but at times she feels it’s a losing battle.  Tradition or lack of funds often prevents the knowledge from getting through.  Of course, Joy also has another reason for feeling so strongly about the children there…but you’ll have to read the book to find out why.

Blurb:  Losing something you want the most makes you stronger—or an easy target.

Joy Debinham, daughter of an English missionary, hides a secret heartache while working with Egypt's poverty stricken. As she attempts to save the children from easily curable diseases, she has another interest—keeping Egypt's treasures in the country. But the arrival of Quinn ignites her banked passion and becomes the obsession that might put her life in danger.

Quinn Handry, an enterprising American from humble roots, has come to Egypt for one reason—the money. He's done many things for a buck, but brokering stolen antiquities is the most lucrative. In order to reclaim what he lost years ago, he's always on the hunt for treasures until the day he meets Joy and everything dims compared to the desire she invokes in him.

During perfumed Egyptian nights, the heat between them flares while acquaintances conspire to destroy them. Danger doesn't stay confined to tombs and pushes them to finally realize what matters most—if they can live long enough to claim it.

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Excerpt: (rated PG-13 for language)

Quinn hoisted the lantern. Shadows clung to a pair of chained manacles hanging suspended from the stone ceiling. "Have you seen these before?"

Joy glanced at them. "I haven’t, but then I seldom visit this particular room." She edged toward the device, stretching on her toes to touch a finger to the metal. "They don't appear old enough to have been installed when the pyramid was built."

"True. I'm of the opinion they were added centuries later, perhaps to keep slaves in line or perhaps to detain enemies." He hung the lantern on a nearby, cobweb-covered hook. "Or, maybe they were used for other, more pleasurable, purposes. It’s common knowledge the ancient Egyptians lived for the moment."

"Such as?" She took a step closer to him.

"Would you like to experience it firsthand?" His thirst for revenge aside, imagining her at his mercy in the restraints sent molten heat through his veins.

Her gaze once more darted to the chains. "Are there keys?"

Quinn moved forward and examined the manacles. "No need. There’s a pin on the backside of each cuff that, once turned, secures the subject." He peered at her through the gloom. "Are you game?" His gaze once more moved over her body and his dick twitched. Having this stubborn chit restrained and nearly helpless would be as pleasurable for him as it would be for her.

"How do I know you’ll not leave me here once I’m in that contraption?"

How indeed? "If I promise to release you, would you do it?"

"Well..."

"Ah, I see. I guess you don't have that spirit of adventure. Typical Brit." Women like Joy needed to be prodded and provoked into action at times. "You're afraid. It's all right. You are a woman, after all."

"I am not afraid. You don’t know me."

A flare of excitement ignited in his stomach. "That's right, I don't, so what will it be?" He had her. He knew it. So did she.

She licked her bottom lip, shivering, but finally nodded. "Do it quick. My companion will undoubtedly come looking for me when I miss dinner. I'd rather not be caught in a compromising situation."

He'd bet his last pieces of gold no one knew she was here. "Ah, you fear for your reputation?" He captured one of her hands and drew it up, fitting her wrist into a manacle.

"That fear died long ago along with retaining my supposedly most-prized virtue." She stared him in the eye. Nothing but faint amusement lurked in the mossy depths.

Ah, she wasn't a virgin, which partially explained her bold attitude. That fact worked perfectly into this evening. "And?" He tightened the first manacle then fitted her second wrist the same way. She swayed slightly as her feet fought for purchase on the gritty ground.

"I don't wish to be interrupted." One of her eyebrows rose toward her hairline.

Damn, she'd matched him in teasing. "If you have any qualms at all, please say so and I’ll release you." Yet that was the last thing he wished to do. With her arms raised above her head and her weight balanced on her toes, she was a very ripe offering indeed—not to mention oh so willing. The remembrance of her body pressed against his made him groan. "Am I correct in suspecting you lust after an adventure?"

"Perhaps." A faint blush stained her cheeks. "My life has become ... complicated of late." She tested the restraints before wrapping her fingers around the chains. "I suppose that's what comes of being the daughter of a missionary."

His cock jerked at the admission. She was a study of contrasts. Her upbringing hinted at submission and everything wholesome, yet by her own word she indicated she'd lost her virginity already. A curious mix. This woman was fairly bursting with pent-up energy. God, how lucky he'd be the one to release it—or not if he wished to pay her back for his monetary loss of the afternoon.

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