Desire In The Desert. Ryshia Kennie

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Название Desire In The Desert
Автор произведения Ryshia Kennie
Жанр Ужасы и Мистика
Серия Mills & Boon e-Book Collections
Издательство Ужасы и Мистика
Год выпуска 0
isbn 9781474079884



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rel="nofollow" href="#u89a6d9f6-5c0a-5759-9ae4-d4d777f86bce"> Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Chapter Nineteen

       Chapter Twenty

       Chapter Twenty-One

       Chapter Twenty-Two

       Chapter Twenty-Three

       Chapter Twenty-Four

       Chapter Twenty-Five

       Chapter Twenty-Six

       Copyright

       Sheikh’s Rule

      Ryshia Kennie

      He’s an investigator on a mission, but it’s impossible to ignore the brilliant woman helping him complete it…

      His sister’s life is at stake, and despite his wealth and power, Sheik Emir Al-Nassar feels helpless. At least heading his family’s security agency provides him with resources to track down her kidnappers. But when the ace profiler he’s sent turns out to be K. J.—Kate—Gelinsky, Emir is furious. Finding the kidnappers’ desert hideout is dangerous enough without the distraction of a beautiful woman.

      But K.J. is unlike any woman he’s ever known. Her fearlessness and incisive mind inspires Emir’s admiration. And her compassion breaches his guarded heart. Still, rescuing his sister is a perilous mission. And allowing desire to cloud his focus could endanger them all.

      Desert Justice

      “You’re the new agent?”

      Emir’s words were heavy with disbelief. “You’re the one Adam recommended?”

      “Yes,” Kate said. “I’m K.J.…”

      “This won’t work.”

      “By this, you mean me?” She took a step forward. Now she was in his face.

      “That’s what you meant, wasn’t it? I’m not a man so…” She left the remainder of the sentence hanging.

      “You need to get on the first flight home,” he said through clenched teeth.

      “Give me a chance.”

      “It’s not me that’s the problem.”

      “I know,” she interrupted. “It’s the customs, the tribes outside the city, the…”

      “It won’t work.”

      “Look, I know what I’m getting into. I’m qualified. I specialized in Middle Eastern studies—an exchange student. I’ll help you find your sister. You just need to trust me.”

      RYSHIA KENNIE has received a writing award from the City of Regina, Saskatchewan, and was also a semifinalist in the Kindle Book Awards. She finds that there’s never a lack of places to set an edge-of-the-seat suspense, as prairie winters find her dreaming of warmer places for heart-stopping stories. They are places where deadly villains threaten intrepid heroes and heroines who battle for their right to live or even to love. For more, visit www.ryshiakennie.com.

      For Rourke, who was dedicated to the art of fun.

      The “Wookie Man” would have loved to

      rip this book to shreds, while enjoying

       every word and every moment of it.

       Chapter One

      Marrakech, Morocco

      Monday, September 14, 5:54 a.m.

      The first haunting notes of the call to prayer seemed troubled, almost off-key, when usually the melodious sound wove through the predawn stillness, beckoning with an easy allure not unlike the nimble fingers of the weavers in the casbah who wove the many rugs sold to the tourists. Like the rugs, the ancient chant was as much part of the rhythm of life and the fabric of Marrakech as was the still night-shrouded skyline. But today, in a mansion hidden in the depths of palatial grounds and secured by the most current technology and the best in security guards, the simple power of the timeless notes not only felt off, they were lost in the guttural roar that sounded more wounded beast than man.

      Emir Al-Nassar crushed the pen in his right hand. On the desk, the smartphone lay where he had thrown it, the blue protective cover fractured, the crack running through the Blue Jays’ baseball emblem. A thin line of ink ran down his arm and dripped onto the thick Persian carpet. Like blood, he thought, and wondered how much more blood would be spilled before she was safe once again.

      “I won’t lose her, too,” he muttered thickly, his voice choked. The emotion that had welled up only seconds earlier had taken everything he had. “None of us will.”

      But, despite his words, the unthinkable had happened. His sister had been kidnapped.

      He couldn’t