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“I’ve lost my son.”
She gasped for air. Tried to think straight, tried to remain calm, but it was all impossible. “He’s two. Please.” She bit back hysteria. “Help me.”
“Ma’am, I’m sure he’s been found and taken outside. Go outside and wait.”
“Wait!” It was the second time she’d heard it and this time she could take no more. “My son is missing!” She clenched her fists, driving her recently home-manicured nails into the palms of her hands. A sharp pain ran up her arms. It grounded her, temporarily dispelled the blinding panic.
Her hands shook and her head pounded. She couldn’t give up. Coming to Marrakech had been a decision made in desperation. For it was here, in the land of the sheiks, where she searched for the lifeline that would protect her heart. Only one man could save her son and keep them both safe.
She needed to find Sheik Talib Al-Nassar. But first she had to find Everett. He was her heart, and without him, there was nothing.
The Desert Justice Series
Four brothers, four books, four adventures.
The Al Nassar brothers have it all – power and wealth, and a successful security agency that mitigates danger by providing investigative and protective services to its clients. Follow these daring brothers across the globe from Morocco to Wyoming as in case after case these young men take it to the edge and back.
But no strangers to danger – they’re not prepared for love. It might take a book or two before each of them has met their match.
Book 3 in the Desert Justice series
Published by Harlequin
Heir to a Fortune
Someone is threatening 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. Though suspicious of this reunion, he would do anything to shield her and her little boy from further danger. He welcomes them to his family compound, but Talib’s shelter has a price of its own. Like Sara’s blackmailer, he desires only one thing: the truth about her son…
What readers are saying about Son of the Sheik:
“…I thoroughly enjoyed this book about an American woman, her young son and his unsuspecting father, a Moroccan Sheik. There was just enough adventure/intrigue mixed with sexy love scenes to keep me turning pages. I read Son of the Sheik in one sitting….” Michelle A
“I began this book yesterday and finished it this morning. Son of the Sheik is a past paced thriller, as American Sara Elliott and her former lover, Sheik Talib Al-Nasser, try to discover who is threatening her safety and that of her son. …” Sharon G
Excerpt from Son of the Sheik:
Tuesday 4:00 a.m.
He slipped out of the back entrance of the Desert Sands Hotel and disappeared into the darkness. And, although he didn’t move far away, he looked back only once, and with a self-satisfied smile. He had been in the hotel for a little over twenty minutes. It had all been too easy. He had come in through the unlocked fire exit where security cameras hadn’t been installed. He didn’t glance at the man at the front desk, for he knew that he had also been paid both for his assistance and his silence.
Neither of them would be here for the outcome. They only knew their parts, nothing more. He waited for the one other player in this game. She arrived exactly thirty minutes later, on schedule, as was her habit. Despite her initial reluctance, a doubling of the original sum was all that was required.
He glanced at his watch. It was five o’clock. He had ten hours before the second act.
He vanished into the narrow and twisted corridors of the Medina, where he had lived the majority of his life and where the plan had incubated. It was here where he would wait for his finale and then others would take charge. He was only a pawn in a much bigger game.
The signs of a new day merged into late morning and then followed into early afternoon. It wasn’t until the day drifted close to midafternoon that the man from the Medina returned. And then he waited. There was no need to enter the hotel. Everything he needed would be brought to him, as planned.
The first sign of trouble went unnoticed by anyone in the lobby of the Desert Sands Hotel. The day began like any other, full of promise for business and tourists alike. The hotel was abuzz with the imminent arrival of a busload of tourists that would soon mesh with the energy of the guests already there. Times were changing and new ideas were being implemented. The hotel was under new ownership and so far, the change had been flawless. Everything was going as beautifully as the clear September day that held such promise for those eager to explore the city. Marrakech was full of places to discover, secrets waiting to be found. The city had an exotic history that was steeped in the depths of the Medina. There, the hustle and bustle in the souks, the numerous and varied shops with the merchants peddling their wares, added excitement and mystery, as had been the tradition for centuries. It was the place tourists came to spend good money and be part of that rich history. It was a special place, an exciting place. For most, it was very different from what they were familiar with. For others, it was a place of business—a place where commerce was at the center. For there was money here as well as history. There were other things, too, like poverty and crime, that lurked in the narrow alleys where he waited.
Now, near the heart of all that, the slight ticking of an explosive device went unheard. It had been placed close to where the luggage rack was customarily parked. It hid in the far corner of the lobby, buried beneath the chatter of the guests and the stream of voices that kept the hotel running without a hiccup. The deadly, monotonous beat was too quiet to be heard or seen…yet.
Tuesday 3:15 p.m.
At the Desert Sands Hotel registration desk, Sara Elliott laid her passport on the counter. She then set her two-year-old son beside it so that she could keep an eye on him while completing the hotel registration. It had been a long flight and they were both exhausted. Despite the fact that it was midafternoon, she was looking forward to getting a snack and then getting her son bathed, and both of them having a nap. Traveling over an ocean and between continents with a two-year-old was no picnic. Only her son had managed to sleep on the long flight from Maine to Marrakech. For her, there had been no pleasure in it, but rather, only an endurance test in a flight borne out of desperation.
She had her arm around her son’s waist, for a hand on his leg wasn’t enough. Everett was a busy little boy. He didn’t like to sit still for any length of time and now was no different, as within seconds he was reaching for the registration pen. Then he poked the edge of the registration clerk’s computer while endearing himself to the older couple beside her who were checking in as well.
After a minute of that, his bottom lip began to quiver as he lost interest. She guessed that he was realizing that despite devouring two cookies on the ride between the hotel and the airport, he was hungry. She dug in her purse for his soother. He was too old for such a thing. That was what the latest parenting book she had read indicated, but they hadn’t mentioned another option for situations such as these. The soother was immediately grabbed up in her son’s chubby hand and popped into his mouth. Her nerves settled slightly. Now she had a few minutes of peace. Time to get them registered and settled in their room.
She closed her purse, using one hand to steady her son as she juggled the diaper bag that was over one shoulder, along with her carry-on bag and purse. She fisted the hotel pen in an attempt not to drop it when what sounded like outrageously loud fireworks went off behind her.
She jumped and dropped her purse onto the counter. The hand holding her son remained, instinctively, protectively, there. Someone screamed and a man shouted. The registration clerk jumped back, shock in his dark eyes. Smoke immediately began to fill the room and it was unclear what had happened.
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Ryshia Kennie is the award-winning author of her city’s writing award and a semi-finalist in the Kindle Book Awards. 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. Settings with deadly villains threatening intrepid heroes and heroines, who battle for their right to live or even to love, in a place that neither – or both, may call home. www.ryshiakennie.com
“I love researching my books’ settings as often they’re places where I’ve been and there is no better research than that. To me setting is like another character and can change the trajectory of a story. Setting some of the Desert Justice series in Morocco and giving the Al-Nassar brothers roots in Morocco was a joy for it allowed me to return, at least in my imagination, to a place that is special to me. Part of my honeymoon was spent in Morocco. I remember the tight corridors within the medina and the souks that were crowded with tourists and peddlers with their colourful wares and determined sales’ techniques. I remember the optimism that seemed to permeate everything. Morocco was a place of mystery where old and new met and wove together. Doing the research meant threading those memories of the past with the present. I don’t know about you but there is nothing better than after a day online, a few hours spent at the library.” Ryshia Kennie
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