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Linda Conrad
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The Sheik's Lost Princess (Romantic Suspense) |
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No copies available |
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English |
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Mass Market Paperback |
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224 |
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2010-12-21 |
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0373277113 |
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Harlequin |
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0.2 pounds |
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0.59 x 4.21 x 6.62 inches |
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2 Shelley (USA: ID), Rhonda (USA: MS) |
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2 Rhonda (USA: MS), Shay (USA: TN) |
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Product Description
Sheik Shakir Kadir, scarred by warfare and lost love, is ready for the ultimate confrontation. But his deadly mission to bring down his family's archenemy is compromised by the discovery that the princess who destroyed his heart is now a prisoner.
Held captive in a war-ravaged country, Nikki Olivier has her own life-or-death task to complete: bring her kidnapped son home alive. Her only hope is Shakir, the man she's never stopped wanting. Royal obligation had forced her to hurt Shakir and keep the volatile secret that her missing child is also his. Once the truth is revealed, will they create their own family legacy--or will it be their destruction?
Excerpt Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
Shakir silently pointed the older woman into a corner, jammed the barrel of his weapon to the base of the young Taj soldier's skull and ordered the kid to be silent. The soldier kept squirming and moaning. Pressing his advantage with a knee to the kid's kidney, Shakir tried to quiet the tango. He growled orders in both the Taj Zabbar language and in the few words of Kasht that he could remember.
"You are making a mistake," the old woman said in French.
He glared at her, flipped the tango to his back and began a rough pat-down. Sweeping his hands across the kid's shoulders and down his sides and legs, Shakir checked for more weapons. The sight of that ancient dagger had put him on alert. This young Taj soldier could be as deadly to the mission as a scorpion's sting.
Temporarily stashing his compact MTAR21 in the pack on his back, Shakir used both hands to search. With his right, he checked between the kid's legs. While with his left hand, he rolled down under the soldier's arm pits and around the rib cage.
"Bloody hell." Shocked, Shakir stepped back and stared down into surprised hazel eyes. "Blast it, who the devil are you?"
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