Sheikh Boss, Hot Desert Nights
Out of the office…Casey Michaels has come prepared for her new job in the desert – complete with a safari outfit! But, faced with her gorgeous boss’s potent sexuality, she suddenly feels out of her depth… And into the desert!Sheikh Rafik al Rafar knows an inexperienced woman when he sees one, and in the sultry heat of the desert he begins her sensual awakening. To his surprise, Casey teaches him about the simple pleasures in life. But royal duty is never far from their door…
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Could sexual heat pass throughglass? Watching Casey Michaelscross the baggage hall, Raffathought it could. Even in thatoutfit she looked good. Funnyâ¦but good.
Her clothes could change. He was wearing jeans and a top for this reconnaissance mission. Official robes were the costume he wore when appropriateâjust as Casey would step into a different role when she put on a severely tailored business suit.
The thought of unlacing those office stays and discovering the real woman underneath was an image that pleased himâperhaps more than it should have done. Thumbing his sharp black stubble, he weighed up the supple frame beneath the unflattering safari suit. Virginal innocence sang out loud and clear.
And he never mixed business with pleasureâ¦
Recent reviews for talented Modern⢠Romanceand Modern Heat⢠author Susan Stephens:
About LAYING DOWN THE LAW, Modern Heatâ¢, January 2008:
âIt should be illegal to miss Susan Stephensâ terrific LAYING DOWN THE LAW! With its cast of wonderful characters, hilarious one-liners, sparkling dialogue and steamy sexual tension, LAYING DOWN THE LAW is compulsive reading for readers who enjoy reading sexy romances that will tug at their heartstrings and tickle their funny bones!â
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About BOUGHT: ONE ISLAND, ONE BRIDE, Modern⢠Romance, December 2007:
âAn exhilarating tale full of passion, intensity and heat, BOUGHT: ONE ISLAND, ONE BRIDE is a sizzling romance you will be unable to put down, featuring a gorgeous Greek tycoon and a feisty but vulnerable heroine. Sexy, steamy and engrossing, BOUGHT: ONE ISLAND, ONE BRIDE is another triumph for the wonderful Susan Stephens, a writer who never fails to deliver enthralling romances we just cannot resist!â
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âA pleasing story about overcoming the past with the healing power of love. The Greek island and its people are wonderful secondary characters, filled with rich local flavours and traditions.â
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Susan Stephens was a professional singer before meeting her husband on the tiny Mediterranean island of Malta. In true Modern⢠Romance style they met on Monday, became engaged on Friday, and were married three months after that. Almost thirty years and three children later, they are still in love. (Susan does not advise her children to return home one day with a similar story, as she may not take the news with the same fortitude as her own mother!)
Susan had written several non-fiction books when fate took a hand. At a charity costume ball there was an after-dinner auction. One of the lots, âSpend a Day with an Authorâ, had been donated by Mills & Boon author Penny Jordan. Susanâs husband bought this lot, and Penny was to become not just a great friend but a wonderful mentor, who encouraged Susan to write romance.
Susan loves her family, her pets, her friends and her writing. She enjoys entertaining, travel, and going to the theatre. She reads, cooks, and plays the piano to relax, and can occasionally be found throwing herself off mountains on a pair of skis or galloping through the countryside. Visit Susanâs website: www.susanstephens.netâshe loves to hear from her readers all around the world!
Susan Stephens also writes for Modern⢠Romance!
For all those who like their bad boys safely corralled
between the pages of a book, and for Bev, whose face lights up when I mention the word âsheikhâ.
CHAPTER ONE
SHE had a backpack the size of the world. Hoisting it off the luggage carousel, she almost knocked out the eye of the woman standing next to her. Buckles and straps jangled from it, along with a rope, a waterproof bedsheet, and a pair of sand boots. She had her hair scraped back and a camouflage hat with a highly becoming neck-flap crammed on her head.
Hearing she was to travel to the interior of AâQaban as part of her job as marketing executive to that countryâs development agency, Casey had ditched the power suit and Jimmy Choos in favour of a safari suit and sandproof knickers. But this wasnât an airstrip in the furthest reaches of AâQaban, but AâQaban International Airport, where the desert came in bijou-sized pieces, each grain of sand polished to a heady sheen by the worldâs top designers.
As with any other project she undertook for the company, Casey had researched this one thoroughly. It had only been on the point of boarding the aircraft that she had been told her itinerary had been changedâand by none other than the recently crowned King, Sheikh Rafik al Bad-Boy himself. Apparently His Majesty had insisted on meeting all his key employees before ruling the country took his eye off the business.
Surprised to find an underling like herself under the spotlight, Casey had allowed herself a momentary glow, until it was pointed out to her that Raffa, as the Eton educated and Special Forces hardened Sheik preferred to be known, was well into weeding out the weak links in his organisation. So, here she was, dressed like a park ranger in the midst of Glitz Central, and with no office clothes to save the day.
