Desire In The Desert: Sheikh's Rule
Things are heating up…Sheikh's RuleHis 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.Sheikh's RescueZafir Al-Nassar knows everything about Jade Van Everett. He’s studied the cases she’s worked for his family’s company and for the FBI. And it's hard not to notice that she’s absolutely gorgeous. Teaming up for a routine security detail, Jade is desperate to prove herself and Zafir can't help but admire her determination.Son of the SheikhSomeone is threating to expose Sara Elliott’s secret. After draining her bank account, she flees to Morocco to face the one man she fears, the only man who can truly protect her son. Sheik Talib Al-Nassar has money and power beyond compare, but nothing could prepare him for seeing his ex, especially in his homeland.Sheikh DefenceTossed overboard, Ava Adams had been left for dead, drifting at sea. But security specialist Faisal Al-Nassar was determined to find her. He owed her father a great debt and had never forgotten the connection he and Ava had once shared. Yet after rescuing Ava he discovered she barely remembered him.
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Desire in the Desert
Sheikhâs Rule
Ryshia Kennie
Sheikhâs Rescue
Ryshia Kennie
Son of the Sheikh
Patricia Detta
Sheikh Defence
Patricia Detta
Table of Contents
Ryshia Kennie
Heâs an investigator on a mission, but itâs impossible to ignore the brilliant woman helping him complete itâ¦
His sisterâs life is at stake, and despite his wealth and power, Sheik Emir Al-Nassar feels helpless. At least heading his familyâs security agency provides him with resources to track down her kidnappers. But when the ace profiler heâs sent turns out to be K. J.âKateâGelinsky, Emir is furious. Finding the kidnappersâ desert hideout is dangerous enough without the distraction of a beautiful woman.
But K.J. is unlike any woman heâs ever known. Her fearlessness and incisive mind inspires Emirâs 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
âYouâre the new agent?â
Emirâs words were heavy with disbelief. âYouâre the one Adam recommended?â
âYes,â Kate said. âIâm K.J.â¦â
âThis wonât work.â
âBy this, you mean me?â She took a step forward. Now she was in his face.
âThatâs what you meant, wasnât it? Iâm not a man soâ¦â She left the remainder of the sentence hanging.
âYou need to get on the first flight home,â he said through clenched teeth.
âGive me a chance.â
âItâs not me thatâs the problem.â
âI know,â she interrupted. âItâs the customs, the tribes outside the city, theâ¦â
âIt wonât work.â
âLook, I know what Iâm getting into. Iâm qualified. I specialized in Middle Eastern studiesâan exchange student. Iâll help you find your sister. You just need to trust me.â
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 thereâs 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 âWookie Manâ would have loved to rip this book to shreds, while enjoying every word and every moment of it.
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 Jaysâ 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.
