Sheikh's Rescue
As a sheikh, he always got what he wanted—until he met his beautiful and challenging new partner…Zafir 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. But when their assignment turns deadly, it becomes difficult to stay focused on the job. Because although they were hired to protect a Morrocan royal from a trained assassin, Zafir has also every intention of keeping Jade safe and by his side. Forever.
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As a sheik, he always got what he wantedâuntil he met his beautiful and challenging new partner...
Zafir Al-Nassar knows everything about Jade Van Everett. Heâs studied the cases sheâs worked for his familyâs company and for the FBI. And itâs hard not to notice that sheâs absolutely gorgeous. Teaming up for a routine security detail, Jade is desperate to prove herself and Zafir canât help but admire her determination. But when their assignment turns deadly, it becomes difficult to stay focused on the job. Because although they were hired to protect a Morrocan royal from a trained assassin, Zafir also has every intention of keeping Jade safe and by his side. Forever.
Desert Justice
He leaned over and silenced her with a kiss as he pulled her tight against him.
She could feel his arousal pushing against her and all she wanted was to give every ounce of passion she had to him. But this wasnât the place, not here on a plane with their client only yards away from them. It couldnât happen and she wanted so badly for it to happen.
Her heart pounded and something deep inside wanted only to melt into him. Her mind screamed to pull away. It couldnât beâthis was the wrong time, the wrong place, the wrong man. And yet, her body felt differently.
She put her hands on his shoulder, creating a suggestion of distance between them.
âJade.â
âNo.â She shook her head. For as much as she wanted him against her, as much as she wanted his lips ravishing hers, as much as she wanted all of it and more, she couldnât.
She was a professional agent and she refused to sleep with her boss. No matter how good she knew it would be.
RYSHIA KENNIE has received a writing award from the City of Regina, Saskatchewan, and was also a semifinalist for 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.
Every girl should be as lucky as me to have a spare mother. Ma Dâfor all the moments you listened and all the thoughtful advice you gave. Raise your teacup. This one is for you.
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The howl of a lone wolf cut through the gray Wyoming sky, shattering the valleyâs early-morning silence. The howl echoed across the sharp lines of the Teton mountain range, which rose in a jagged line against the horizon. The raw cry broke through the unseasonably late April snow as it drifted down in a freezing veil that covered the prairie grass surrounding Nassar Security.
On his office balcony just outside Jackson, Wyoming, Vice President Zafir Al-Nassar took a deep breath. A sense of foreboding ran through him. Normally he would have enjoyed the reflective stillness of the late-spring snowfall, but now his thoughts were elsewhere. He wasnât sure what he was looking for. There was nothing disturbing the area except the blanket of snow that covered everything. It seemed to mock his unease as it powdered the nearby landscape and the roofs of the distant houses. It was Hollywood snow, big white flakes coming down in a gentle curtain beneath a still sky. It was the kind of weather that the film industry sometimes chased through the northern states and Canada. His thoughts were broken as, in the distance, he saw a dirt bike buzzing along the road that ran along the interstate.
He rubbed his temple. Heâd had a low-grade headache all morning. Heâd been up too late last night trying out the limits of an online game his brother Faisal had shown him a few days earlier. Theyâd played it a number of times while heâd been in Marrakech and Faisal had been here in Wyoming. Heâd been looking forward to playing it with him in person when he arrived in Wyoming. Heâd been disappointed to find Faisal was on assignment on the East Coast, departing just before his arrival. Heâd just arrived with his sister, Tara, from Marrakech, Morocco, via New York, only thirty-five hours ago. Yesterday afternoon heâd seen her off on the last leg of her return journey to the university via the company jet. The travel, the online game, all of it combined into too many days with too little sleep. He stuffed his hand into the pocket of his low-rise jeans.
âIdiot,â he muttered as he watched the motorcycle. Driving a bike in this kind of weather was, across the board, a bad idea. He shook his head and would have lost interest, except for the fact that minutes later, the bike turned into his parking lot.
