Today my spotlight is on a new release, Bound to Morocco by amazing author, Leslie Hachtel! Sizzling... smoldering... and a lush background.
What if your family sold you to a Sultan's Harem?
Drugged and kidnapped, Shera finds herself on a ship
to Morocco to serve the Sultan. Abandoned and alone, Shera must find a way to
escape and confront the people who betrayed her. She gets help from an unlikely
source: the man who kidnapped her. But, he has his own secrets. And, when their
partnership turns to love, the two must face constant danger to endure. But
will they ever be free?
"Bound
to Morocco"
By
Leslie Hachtel
Excerpt
Spring, 1713
The throbbing was relentless. Shera, Lady Edgerton,
squinted and reluctantly peeked out from beneath her eyelids. She immediately
regretted it. A thousand needles of light stabbed her with brutal fury and she
quickly closed her eyes again to ease the misery. She drew in a deep breath,
trying to quell the pounding in her head. Mindful of the pain, she very slowly
opened her eyes again, fighting the agony of vicious brightness that assailed her.
Sunlight pierced the room through a narrow slit in the wall high up in the
small space and pooled about her. Nausea threatened but she swallowed hard and
stiffened her spine.
Gathering her senses and forcing herself to focus, she
looked around. Where was she? A small room made of wood? The walls were bare
except for four sets of chains attached to the wood by rings hanging a few
inches from the floor. Was this an area used to confine prisoners? But that did not answer why she was here. She
was an innocent. Her being here must be a terrible mistake.
She heaved in a deep breath and
listened carefully. Naught but a kind of creaking. Raising herself gently, she
sat up. Her head spun and she took in a few shallow breaths to ease the
dizziness. The space around her gradually took shape. She was indeed in a small
room with walls of horizontal planked wood. Beneath her, the floor swayed
gently back and forth. And the smell? It was the scent of despair. Someone had
been held here before her. Or many someones. And there was also the
unmistakable odor of the sea. I am aboard
a ship? How is that possible? A slither of terror crawled up her back. Had
she been kidnapped? Was her life at risk? Who did this and what did they want?
The lack of answers was tormenting.
Bio
Leslie Hachtel was born in Ohio, raised in New York
and has been a gypsy most of her adult life.
Her various jobs, including licensed veterinary technician, caterer,
horseback riding instructor for the disabled and advertising media buyer have
given her a wealth of experiences.
However, it has been writing that has consistently
been her passion. She sold an episode of a TV show, had a screenplay optioned
and has so far produced eleven novels, including eight historicals and three
romantic suspense. Leslie lives in
Cordova, Tennessee with a fabulously supportive engineer husband and her
writing buddy, Jakita, a terrier.
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