Contemporary multicultural erotic romance
6,800 words
Smashwords and Amazon KDP
ISBN: 9780463786239 (Smashwords)
ASIN: B07TDYD7DB
HEA
— Love erases borders.
Blurb
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 shouldn2527t 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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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. “I2527m teaching them their alphabet. I2527ve 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. “I2527ve got a pencil back at the barracks, but I can2527t leave my post until my shift is over. Maybe you could postpone your lessons until after three? I2527ll 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 you2527d better go.” I2527d noticed Sergeant Chokchai headed my way. He didn2527t approve of what he called “fraternization” between us and the camp2527s 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, that2527s all.”
“Why should she care? She2527s not going anywhere!” Chokchai gave a nasty chuckle “You should know better, though. Don2527t talk to them. Don2527t get involved in their affairs. Oh, they2527ll act all polite and respectful, but they2527re snakes. They2527ll stab you as soon as your back2527s turned. You remember what happened to Sakon, don2527t 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 he2527d been a brutal man who had many enemies.
“Just remember, they2527re 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.
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