Posted in Uncategorized on December 30, 2008

Always wanted to be a treasure hunter? Now you can

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Congratulations Treasure Hunter Leslie!

Your quest is for the Thirteen Treasures of the Island of Britain.

You’ll be guided on your journey from Texas by that legendary treasure hunter, the sexy Archie Gates!

“I’m not afraid of the dark,” Leslie snapped. How the hell did he know what she was thinking? And why had they bothered to stop now when they were so close to the prize?

Archie Gates chuckled, the sound low and sexier than she wanted it to be as he made himself comfortable on the uneven ground and leaned back against the base of a coconut tree where they’d stopped to set up camp for the night. “You should be. The the Volscians assassins are out there.”

“There’s no such thing as the the Volscians assassins,” she tossed back. “That’s a ridiculous ghost story made up by book-burners like yourself in order to scare others away. I need the Thirteen Treasures of the Island of Britain to close Pandora’s box and send the aliens back to Mars. If you’re too afraid to get it for me like you agreed, I’ll just do it myself.” She pushed to her feet.

The sinister smile that spread across his face stopped her feet and only irritated her more. “You go right ahead, professor. Dressed in that pink tutu like you are, I guarantee the Thirteen Treasures of the Island of Britain’s the last thing those savages’ll be focused on. Last I heard, they were looking for a new queen.” His scorching gaze ran over her. “Come to think of it, you look like you fit the bill.”

Her blood warmed at the approval she saw in his cat-like green eyes. Then she thought about the guillotines they’d stumbled across and the sinister mating ritual Archie Gates had babbled about earlier in the day. She glanced toward the dark forest surrounding them and felt her anxiety leap into her throat. Were those beady eyes watching them from the dark?

“That’s right, professor,” Archie Gates said in an arrogant voice, like a man who knows he’s won the World Series. “I think you’re safer here with me, too. Looks like your only option is to scoot on over here and lay right down where I can make sure Hannibal Lector doesn’t get you in the middle of the night.”

Her eyes snapped back to focus on his. “I’m not sleeping with you.”

That suggestive grin slid across his face, the one that did weird things to her pulse. “Who said anything about sleeping?”