Ryshia Kennie - Sheikh's Rule

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.”

Sheikh’s Rule

Ryshia Kennie

www.millsandboon.co.uk

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.

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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.

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text 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

Introduction “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.”

Title Page Sheikh’s Rule Ryshia Kennie www.millsandboon.co.uk

About the Author 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 .

Dedication 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

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

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

Extract

Copyright

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 fathom how frightened she might be. And at this particular moment there was nothing he could do. He was at the whim of the demands of others. But inaction was not in him, no matter what they had ordered.

His mind was already jumping through a series of options. Most importantly, what action would not increase the danger that already threatened Tara and what would ultimately bring her home where she belonged. He needed to think logically, think that it was someone else’s sister, that it was not Tara. It was the only way he could give everything to her rescue without the emotion he knew would only cloud his judgment.