About The Stallion and the Rabbit
by Mike Shade
88 pages / 32000 words
ISBN: 1-933389-29-X
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc
Alex is a reporter, determined to follow a great race through the Sahara and earn his name in his field. What he doesn’t count on is desert cheiftan Alfahl kidnapping him and carrying him off.
Alfahl needs and English tutor, and Alex fits the bill. Alex fascinates him, as much for the Arabian Nights style tales he tells as for his sweet body and foreign ways. Can these very different men find enough common ground to last together? Or will they become just another story?
Review
Julia Talbot, popular Torquere Press Author, writes: Reporter Alex is in the Sahara to cover a great race, hoping the story will make him as a writer. Tribal leader Alfahl needs an Englishman to teach the language, and he's not used to anyone telling him no. So he takes Alex like he has taken everything else in his life, sweeping him off into the desert to be his own personal tutor and storyteller.
The Stallion and the Rabbit is a romp in the best tradition of desert chieftan meets young captive. It's got an Arabian Nights feel with the stories Alex tells, but really, Arabian Nights was never this sexy. I love the way the relationship progresses, as it should seem formulaic but it doesn't, Alex and Alfahl coming together in such a sensual, lush way that it makes the whole concept new again. Don't miss this one!
Sample
It was terribly hot and his throat was parched. Both of which were par for the course, Alex thought wryly. Ever since he'd come to Morocco he'd been hot and thirsty, no matter how much he drank.
And now he was stranded on the outskirts of town, his car's engine smoking. He thought it rather ironic that his car, of all things, would break down while he was doing research in anticipation of covering the first ever trans-Sahara car race. 'First ever' because the prince had promised it would not be the last.
So he'd come and started following the route map, wanting to know the way as well as he could before he had to try to navigate the strange land while covering the race. It was sure to make his name with the newspapers.
Right now though, the only thing he wanted a newspaper for was to fan himself.
He'd opened the bonnet, burning his fingers in the process, but truth be told, he knew nothing of what went on under the hood of the automobile. And thus he was stranded where he was until someone came upon him.
He'd already tried the three houses that clustered around the road, if you could call it that, and they had proven to be quite unhelpful. No running water, let alone telephones.
He sat carefully on the footboard of the car and took off his glasses, wiping his face down with his sleeve before perching the spectacles back on his nose. There wasn't even any shade and his hat had blown off and he'd used all of his water on the overheated engine. And he was feeling just a little woozy.
He watched a cloud of dust coming toward him for the longest time before he realized it was most likely rescue in one for or another and then it took him rather long to decide that no, it probably wasn't a mirage. He stood, far too quickly for such a terribly hot day, and grabbed onto the side of the car as the world went woozy.
The dust clarified into two horses, dark and tall, the men upon them dressed in flowly robes, faces hidden.
''Oh. Hello.'' He had to clear his throat and his tongue felt as though it were thick in his mouth. ''Do you speak English. I need help.''
A smattering of words sounded, none of which made sense, then a dark hand reached for him, grabbed him up onto the back of a horse.
He was ashamed to admit that he shrieked. Just a little. It had been unexpected and the horse was very high up and he was worried about falling off. ''Um... you see my car has broken down.''
More rumbling and chattering and the horses began to move, the action remarkably fast, bumpy.
He wrapped his arms around the body in front of him as he felt like he was going to be thrown, clinging. He might have taken it as a good sign, if they were moving into the city where he could send someone back for his car, but they weren't moving into the city at all, instead they were headed back out into the Sahara.
''Where are you taking me? What is going on?''