Mombasa Heat

By Beth Kean

Troy Baker is a man at the top of his game, or at least he would be if not for a genetic condition that threatens his future mobility, medication can give him a decent standard of life, but he will never be able to return to his old job on the oil rigs. But Troy doesn’t need to work again, he has reached the point in his life where he wants to settle, to send down some roots. Maybe in Kenya!

• Language: English
• Publisher: PMO Publishing
• Release date: May 9, 2018

Beth Kean

Author of bestselling romance and erotica short stories.

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Chapter 1

Dawn broke over the lowveld, the birds heralding its arrival with a chorus of song as fingers of hazy light drove out the darkness and painted the bush in soft pastel browns and yellows. Another day had begun, and the African bush basked in the fresh coolness, a moment of preparation before the sun rose fully and seared the earth.

Troy Baker sat outside his rented bungalow and sipped coffee, he loved dawn in the bush, he loved the unspoiled wildness off the Kruger Park... he loved Africa, and all things African. British born, Troy had felt the wander lust at an early age, the fact that he had never been able to sink lasting roots anywhere added to his need to journey, the only son of a corporate trouble-shooter he was never in one place for very long. His father was an axeman, or so he had overheard as a child, the man that head office sent when they wanted a shake-up or for heads to roll. The image had confused the young boy, axeman – heads rolling! His mind had raced. Travis, his father had lived out of a suitcase, and Troy had inherited the same flexibility, he never worried that he was seldom in any school for long enough to make friends. He always knew that another move would soon be on the cards, a new adventure, new home, new surroundings, new challenges.

The sum of his unstable childhood and scrambled education, snatches of different systems and syllabus, never held him back, The early years made me who I am today! he often told detractors, it had given him confidence and resilience, unflappable, some called him, arrogant others whispered well out of his earshot. Troy was a fighter, he never gave an inch, a natural intelligence had seen him through the multitude of schools, and reaching the age when he could safely live alone he had grasped a place in University, it was the first time that he had not travelled on with his father, Troy had settled and studied. He emerged with his degree and dived headlong into oil.

And oil had treated him well, oil had taken him to the Middle East and the fields of Kuwait, to the Latin metropolis of Rio de Janeiro, to the offshore riches of Angola... and finally to exploration on Lake Albert in the west of Uganda.

Now that contract was behind him and Troy had time to relax. Grabbing the first available flight south he had headed to Johannesburg, he loved South Africa, the wonderful mix of cultures, the Rainbow Nation as they called themselves, East and West met in the coastal cities. In other areas First World and Third World rubbed shoulders, sometimes uncomfortably, for Troy, the country