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Welcome. Today I have with me author Alana Lorens. Don't forget to leave a comment for a chance to win a FREE copy of her book, SECRETS IN THE SAND.

BLURB:
After a run of bad relationships, Lily Pearl Evans has finally become an independent woman. In the New Mexico desert town of Chaparral, she works for herself, sets her own rules, and is determined no man will hold her back again.
Gene Nicholas worked for more than a decade to achieve his dream to be a doctor. Wanting to share his gifts with those less fortunate, he leaves south Florida to volunteer for Doctors Without Borders in Mexico.
When Gene provokes a showdown with the local Mexican drug cartel, he becomes a man with a price on his head. On the run, he ends up on Lily’s doorstep--a mystery man forced to conceal his past to protect them both. With the cartel’s dangerous web drawing tight around them, can Lily and Gene survive a drug lord’s revenge?

EXCERPT:
Relieved to the point of weak knees to see the cartel hadn’t found the aging BMW yet, Gene walked around the car, imagining each of the bumps and scratches was new, caused by a malicious hand. But a forced objective examination showed him all was as he had left it. He’d even locked the doors.

Funny, he couldn’t remember doing that.

But then much of that trek in the dark, he simply didn’t remember. Since he’d ended up somewhere safe, it was probably just as well. He opened the door, at first, just far enough to wedge his shoulder in. To shove it the rest of the way open required a grunting effort to knock aside a pile of sand that threatened to swallow the car whole.

The phone was easily retrieved from the place he’d dropped it between the seats. He’d left it on, plugged into the car charger. He turned it off and pocketed it.

A survey of the car showed he’d left several bags and his laptop there as well. Good thing the cartel hadn’t come this far. The personal information on that hard drive alone could have nailed him for sure.

He slid into the driver’s seat and tried the ignition. A quick turn of the key brought up the dash lights and a fuel tank reading well below the E.

“Well, damn.” He got out of the car and looked back in the direction of the Club, thinking he must have been hepped up on full tilt adrenaline to stumble that far. Amazing.

He opened the fuel can, screwed on the funnel end, then started to pour. Lily came up behind him. While the gas glubbed slowly out of the can into the BMW, she peered inside at the detritus of his international life.

“It’s not pretty,” he said, with a sheepish grin. “Single man, batching it up, you know.”

“I think some of that’s taken on a life of its own. What is that green stuff on the floor of the back seat?”

He leaned closer to see what she was pointing at. “Not sure. Nothing a dose of penicillin won’t cure.”

Satisfied everything was copacetic, he stepped back from the car, studying the sand around the wheels. He kicked at the sand, making headway against the baby dunes that had piled up. He hadn’t seen a chain, or towbar in the bed of the pickup. How were they going to get the car out?

“You’ve got to let the air out of your tires,” she said behind him.

“What?” His expression must have revealed his shock, because she laughed softly.

“Not all of it. You want to broaden the surface of the tire on the sand. Here, like this.” She bent down and loosened the valve stem on the left rear tire, holding down the catch.

He took the left front, crouching near the tire to mimic her actions. “How long does it take?”

“A long time.” She grinned, her fingers still holding the valve open. “You’ve probably got to lose twenty pounds of pressure.” She glanced off in the direction they’d come. “We’ll have to stop and fill you up again back at the state line.”

“How do you know these things?” he asked, bemused. The Sassafras Social Club’s madam was certainly more than just a pretty face. Although he had to admit, even here, in the middle of a sand pit, without her makeup and fancy clothes, he found her a real knockout.

She shrugged. “You live in the desert awhile, you pick it up.” Her voice acquired an edge as she turned back to her task. “Unless you’d rather assume that the local tow-truck drivers whisper survival mantras for pillow talk.”

“I—No, I never assumed that.” And who would? What a strange thing to say…

He leaned back, stretching his legs in the unfamiliar position. Stiff from sleeping in an unfamiliar bed, he missed his old bed and pillows in Florida. Even in Puerto de Anapra, the villagers had seen to it that he had the best they could scrounge up among those who could spare anything.

Grumbling that he was turning into a cranky middle-aged man, he narrowly diverted a cramp in his leg by standing up a moment. When he cleared the edge of the fender, he sensed a difference in the air. The wind had picked up, but the sky to the east had cleared.

He turned to look behind him, to the west, and a jolt of adrenaline tingled down to his feet. A giant cloud spread across the horizon, reaching a quarter-mile into the sky. The ocher color of the desert sand, the cloud billowed forth in all directions, heading right for the pair of them. He’d never seen a sight so terrifying.

Her face paled when she saw what he was looking at. She started off at a run for the truck.

Unsure what to do, he hesitated. The oncoming cloud swelled and swirled, billowing outward toward them like parachute material filling with forced air, constantly moving, growing. Mesmerized at the monster’s progress, he stood, slack-jawed, until the first pecks of sand stung his bare cheeks, the pain bringing him back to very present danger. The air darkened around him as a hissing filled his ears. His hands came up automatically to cover his face, and he backed into his car door, inadvertently slamming it shut.

“Come on!” Lily stood on the truck’s running board, yelling over the door. “Hurry!” The wind swallowed her voice, stole the words away, but her expression needed no explanation. He moved. He stumbled in the sand, three or four steps in before he got traction enough to run. The cloud came closer, enveloped him. Blinded, he held his arm across his face, fighting his way toward the place he believed the truck to be, where it used to be before the world shifted into chaos.

He’d been working in Miami when Hurricane Andrew devastated the southern suburbs, and that was his only experience that even approached this in terms of terror. The wind roared around him, the sand continuing to assault his skin, even worse than the onslaught of wind and rain Andrew had been.

His heart raced. What if this had happened the night of his border crossing? He imagined being lost in such an event, the sand scraping away exposed skin, filling airways with dust, slowly choking a person to death…