About 'Theory Unproven'....
Working with elephants in their natural
habitat has always been Eric Phillips dream. Getting what he’s always desired
introduces him to Tyaan Bouwer, the bush pilot that flies in his supplies, and
Eric discovers the allure of South Africa goes beyond the wildlife and the
scenery.
But in an area where bushveld prejudices
and hatred bleed across the borders, realising their love will be a hard fought
battle. Keeping hold of it might just kill them.
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Excerpt
Preparing to ask the stranger his
name, Eric opened his mouth to speak, when he was interrupted by a doleful
bleat. Startled, he glanced over his shoulder, scanning the airfield expecting
to find signs of a wayward sheep. The forlorn stuttering cry came again, and
Eric whipped back round, suspiciously eyeing a crate that was securely strapped
to the internal wall of the plane.
“Goat,” said the pilot—Eric had
decided that’s what he was—as he came back down the ramp.
The deep timbre of that one word
surprised Eric. It was rough and low, with an unfamiliar accent Eric’s
subconscious demanded to hear more of. That wasn’t likely to happen, though,
because the pilot was already surveying his cargo with his back to Eric. He
bent to hoist a crate into his arms, leaving Eric to stare dry-mouthed at the
enticing pull of khaki for several seconds. Then the pilot straightened and
carried the crate into the plane.
Eric wondered if he should offer to
help, but despite the ease with which the crate had been hefted into the air,
Eric thought they would probably be too heavy and he didn’t want to make a fool
of himself. Not in front of this man.
The blond wore the almost obligatory
light khaki bush clothes similar to his own uniform The Foundation had
provided. Eric hadn’t noticed a logo on his shirt, but he could hope. If this
man worked for The Foundation, Eric could at least enjoy the view, since it was
unlikely he was gay. He hadn’t even looked twice at Eric. Not that Eric
considered himself drop-dead gorgeous or anything, but he was used to getting
his fair share of interest back home in England.
Eric caught a glimpse of Akibo
gesticulating wildly at the cab driver. His holdalls were piled at Akibo’s
feet, Eric noticed thankfully. At least if the altercation didn’t go well and
the cab driver took off, he wouldn’t abscond with Eric’s luggage.
The hollow echo of footfalls on the
ramp drew Eric’s attention back to the pilot. Tiredness was pulling on Eric’s
nerves, leaving him out of sorts, and the lack of conversation was doing
nothing to ease his irritability.
Taking the bull by the horns, Eric
graced the pilot with the brightest smile he could muster. “So, do you work for
The Foundation too?”
“No.” The man’s stride didn’t even
falter as he continued toward the next crate.
Not chatty, then. Downright rude, in
fact.
The firm slap of a hand on his back
caught him just off centre, almost pitching him forward, and Akibo’s fingers
curled over his shoulder and squeezed.
“I see you’ve met Tyaan. Tyaan
Bouwer. He’s the local freight pilot. He’ll run your supplies into the research
station every week.”
It was almost as if the pilot
finally saw Eric as anything other than an annoyance for the first time. Tyaan
stepped toward him, straightening to his full height, and Eric resisted the
urge to check out the breadth of his chest, instead raising his gaze the few
inches’ difference in their height to meet Tyaan’s eyes head-on.
“Tyaan, this is Eric. Eric Philips.
He’s the new researcher out at olifant velde.” Akibo turned back to
Eric. “That’s the local name for your part of the reserve. It means elephant
fields.”
“Howzit.” Tyaan stuck out his
hand. Eric extended his own automatically, and Tyaan pressed their palms
together, enveloping Eric’s fingers in warmth. He gave Eric’s hand a short,
sharp shake before releasing him from the firm grip. “The elephant man, hey?”
Eric smiled. “I know I’m no oil
painting, but I hope I’m not that bad.”
Tyaan’s top-to-toe appraisal was so
fleeting that Eric thought he’d imagined it. An expression skittered across the
pilot’s face. Interest, curiosity—Eric wasn’t sure. It manifested itself as a
bright spark in his eyes and the faint quirk of his lips, as if he were biting
the inside of his cheek. The look vanished before Eric could really work out
what it meant, but the amber-coloured eyes still seemed to hold a welcome
within them.
“Tyaan’s a man of few words, but you
won’t find a finer bush pilot. He’s reliable too. He’ll never leave you
wanting.”
Wanting. Despite the pilot’s brusque
manner, Eric wasn’t surprised he already wanted to press Tyaan up against the
shiny metal body of his plane.
“I’m going up front,” Akibo said,
blissfully unaware of the thoughts rampaging through Eric’s head. At least Eric
hoped that was the case, since he followed that statement with “Coming, Eric?”
In his dreams, maybe.
An avid reader, Lillian Francis was always
determined she wanted to write, but a 'proper' job and raising a family
distracted her for over a decade. Over the years and thanks to the charms of
the Internet, Lillian realized she’d been writing at least one of her
characters in the wrong gender. Ever since, she’s been happily letting her
‘boys’ run her writing life.
Lillian now divides her time between
family, a job and the numerous men in her head all clamouring for 'their' story
to be told.
Lillian lives in an imposing castle on a
wind-swept desolate moor or in an elaborate ‘shack’ on the edge of a beach
somewhere depending on her mood, with the heroes of her stories either chained
up in the dungeon or wandering the shack serving drinks in nothing but skimpy
barista aprons.
In reality, she would love to own a camper
van and to live by the sea.
You can read more about Lillian here:
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