The sun lights the water creating crystal splashes as the ship travels from Luxor to Aswan. The Nile is an amazing sight.
The Sun Goddess earned its name; we have a Jacuzzi tub, right in our room. It’s awesome.” Patsy smiles.
|Patsy who really can belly dance!|
Patsy picks herself off the floor and groans. “Will you watch it with those things. I am the one who knows what she’s doing ya know. I took lessons and well, I’mmmm good if I do say so myself.”
“Somebody had to.” Lyn snickers.
“I’ll have you know…” Patsy shakes her hips and clicks her hands.
“Just imitate her over to the food table. Let’s see what Oliver has served up.” Mary urges. “Look here’s a menu. At least it tells what’s in each dish.”
Ful medames - fava beans with olive oil, onion, garlic and lemon, Koshari - rice, lentils, chickpeas and macaroni, topped with tomato sauce and fried onion
Molokheyyah - chopped jute leaves with garlic and coriander) served with chicken, lamb or rabbit
Shawerma beef, lamb or chicken in pita bread with tahini sauce
Shakshouka – eggs with tomato sauce and vegetables
Dand look at these deserts -
Basbousa – semolina soaked in sugar syrup and topped with almonds
Baklava – layers of filo pastry with nuts and soaked with syrup
Fatir – filo pancakes stuffed with fruit
Kahk – shortbread biscuit covered with icing sugar, with dates and walnuts
Kunafah – batter fingers filled with pistachios and whipped cream
Umm Ali – raisin cake soaked in milk and served hot.
“We’re lucky we’re on this ship or we wouldn’t be able to have that mead Lyn.” So be grateful for that. Oh, and hand me that stuff Patsy is drinking. What is it?”
Mary smiles and elbows Patsy. “Save some for me.” “It’s called Karakadey, and it’s made with Hibiscus flowers. Or you can have some of the beer. They say the Egyptians make the best beer. Try the Meister Max, or one of their wines.”
Patsy grins. “Or you could just add a little vodka to the strawberry juice they always have, or watermelon juice. Just sayin’ .” Patsy raises her arms and steps out on the dance floor shaking her booty. Oh, there’s Mac! Where were you?” Patsy yells to Mac.
“Getting ready.” Mac walks over to the other hostess’. “How do I look.” The other three look at each other and chuckle. “That doesn’t go on your head Mac, you hold those in your hands and click them.” Lyn chuckles. “But, you do look cute in that outfit.”
Mac shakes her head and laughs. “My hands will be too busy eating all this food. And hugging, I mean, finding the hot guys.”
“There’s our guest.” Mac booms, using her outdoor voice. “Let’s welcome the author of 'Her Only Option', Paula Martin. “Pick up your drinks be it milk or whatever, let’s give a welcome to our wonderful author! To your Ka!”
Her Only Option
Neve Dalton loves her job as a tour guide on a River Nile cruise ship as much as she values her independence. She isn’t ready to settle down with her Egyptian boyfriend, despite his repeated proposals and his father’s desire to see him married.
Nor is she ready to meet Ross McAllister, a compelling and fascinating archaeologist. She struggles against her growing attraction to him until she can no longer ignore what her heart is telling her. This is the man who sets her soul on fire.
When she starts receiving cryptic messages, and Ross’s work in the famous Valley of the Kings is threatened, Neve has to make a heart-breaking and life-changing decision which she feels is her only option.
Can they discover whose enmity is forcing them apart before it’s too late?
She leant back on the sunbed, relaxed and closed her eyes.
About half an hour later, conscious of something she couldn’t quite define, she half-opened one eye. A broad chest partly hidden by an unbuttoned blue shirt filled her line of vision.
Squinting against the brightness, she saw strong arms and well-formed hands. His slim fingers curled over the top rail of the neighbouring sundeck and she let her gaze travel down the horizontal bars. Her glance took in his strong abdominal muscles, the curve of his slim hips, clad in tight-fitting red swimming trunks, and his long, muscular legs.
Mmm, rather nice, was her immediate reaction.
“Good afternoon,” he said.
Embarrassed that her eyes had surveyed the length of his body, she looked up at his face. Even though he wore sunglasses, she knew he was staring at her.
“Oh—hello.” She sat upright and wished she could pull her large beach towel around her as a shield against his scrutiny.
He slid his glasses to the top of his head, flattening his thick dark hair. She couldn’t help but notice his amazing blue eyes. They reminded her of the shimmering ultramarine water of the ship’s swimming pool. His tanned features were as impressive as his male physique—broad forehead, high cheekbones, the slight indent of dimples in his cheeks, a wide mouth, and a finely chiselled jaw.
Some primeval response stirred inside her.
“I was admiring your beautiful figure.” His deep voice held the faint lilt of a Scottish accent. “I hope you don’t object?”
A shaft of disappointment quenched her initial spark of interest. For some reason, she’d expected him to be different from the smooth-talking posers who sometimes tried to chat her up. Instead, it seemed he was simply another cruise ship Casanova who thought flattering words in a deep honey-rich voice would make women fall at his feet.
Politeness to guests was rule number one, however, especially as he was on one of the Rahman cruise ships. Her professional persona surfaced. “Not at all.” She kept her voice casual while giving what she hoped was her best ‘I know your type and you don’t impress me one bit’ smile.
“You look lonely,” he said.
Realising her coolness hadn’t put him off, she reached for the bottle of sunscreen from the small table next to her lounger. “I’m enjoying the solitude. It doesn’t happen very often.” Maybe he’d take the hint from that.
He didn’t. “So where’s everyone else?”
“If you mean the guests, they’ve gone to the airport. The next group is due to arrive about five o’clock.”
“Ah, you’re staff then. What do you do? No, don’t tell me—” His glance slid down her body again. “With a figure like yours, you have to be with the Health and Fitness Club.”
“I’m a tour guide,” she replied, with as much dignity as she could muster.
“Oh, one of those.”
She bristled with indignation. Not just a cruise ship Casanova, but a rude one too. “One of those? What’s that supposed to mean?”
He shrugged. “You hear them everywhere you go. Churning out half-baked facts from poorly written and often inaccurate guide books.”
Her indignation flared into annoyance. “And that’s what you think tour guides do?”
“Most of them, yes.”
The man was insufferable. If she hadn’t been so annoyed by his condescending dismissal, she’d have informed him that she held a degree in Egyptology. But he wasn’t worth the effort. Anyway, he’d probably make another derogatory comment in response.
“So what do you do?” she asked with sugar-coated politeness.
“I’m an archaeologist.”
“Oh, one of those.” She couldn’t stop herself from repeating his earlier words but wished she hadn’t when she saw the lift of his eyebrows followed by an amused glint in his eyes.
“I asked for that, didn’t I?” His grin, showing even white teeth, was disarming and infuriating at the same time.
Paula Martin had some early publishing success in her twenties with short stories and four contemporary romance novels, but then had a break from writing while she brought up a young family and also pursued her career as a history teacher for twenty-five years. She has recently returned to writing fiction, after retiring from teaching. and has had three romance novels published, ‘His Leading Lady’ in June 2011, ‘Fragrance of Violets in February 2012’ and ‘Changing the Future’ in May 2012. Another novel will be published in November 2012 and she is currently working on two more romances.
She lives near Manchester in North-West England, and has two daughters and two grandsons. Apart from writing, she enjoys visiting new places and has travelled extensively in Britain, mainland Europe, the Middle East, America and Canada. Her favourite places are the English Lake District and Ireland. She’s also interested in musical theatre and tracing her family history.
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