Immortal Sands

Love? What a joke! Married a year to a paranoid bastard with too many secrets and too little trust.Dee Downing escapes the living hell called suburbia, listening to Ben's pleading message. One last favor. Closure, he called it. Fine! How hard could it be to confirm that another barrel of sand waited for him? He failed to tell her the damned thing was 2 1/2 hours away from the nearest town...by camel. Or that he was an alien over a million years old.What if he was on his way to intercept her in the middle of the Sahara, where nothing but the wind can hear you scream?