After one too many death threats, Sheik Efraim Aziz was ready to end his business in Wyoming and head home. But one last horse ride had kept him in town a little longer. Callie McGuire had followed him on his private journey, leaving him mesmerized by her beauty and just enough time to save her from the gunshots they both barely escaped. Now, figuring out who was targeting them would keep him glued to her side no matter how much she claimed she didn't need his protection. With their list of suspects growing--along with their attraction--Efraim found working with Callie an unexpected pleasure. Suddenly, despite the danger surrounding them, Wyoming seemed so much more appealing....
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February 01, 2011
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Excerpt from Seized by the Sheik by Ann Voss Peterson
The place felt like death.
Efraim Aziz lowered his rein hand and let his horse pick his own path through the acres-wide gash of eroded red-and-beige rock. Wind whistled through the formations and battered his face, incessant and strong. A few sticks of sagebrush twisted through kinks in the rock to stretch their silver-green leaves to the sky, the only living thing for what looked like miles. These badlands, the high plains, the mountain ranges to the west and north--it was a harsh landscape populated by hard, arrogant people. And somewhere in this hell Amir Khalid was struggling, dying...if he wasn't already dead.
Efraim had to find his friend.
"Sheik Efraim! Wait!"
He recognized the voice immediately, its sound shivering over his skin like the warm breath of a lover. He knew someone would come looking for him, but he'd never guessed it would be her.
He glanced over his shoulder.
She rode toward him through the badlands astride a palomino quarter horse. Her long blond hair glimmered in the Wyoming sun like the golden beaches of his island nation of Nadar.
Efraim tried his best to ignore the spike in his blood pressure, the acceleration of his pulse.
He didn't even know her, this Callie McGuire. They'd engaged in a few polite discussions when he'd arrived in America, and only glances in the stressful days since. But whenever she was near, he had a hard time keeping his eyes off her. It was as if she was the only person in the room. Magnetic. And as hot as the sun itself.
Whoever sent her to collect him was shrewd, indeed.
"Sheik Efraim. Please."
He scooped in a deep breath of hot horse and leather and braced himself before turning his mount back to face her.
She'd come to talk him into going back, holing up like a coward. And even though he didn't intend to follow her advice, he knew he would listen to her every word with the attentiveness of a teenage boy enslaved to his hormones. Embarrassing for the leader of a country. Shameful.
She came to a halt in front of him, but her eyes darted around, taking in the sagebrush, the crumbled rock out-croppings, the mountains on the horizon. "Where's your security?"
He thought of his cousin Fahad and the men who worked under him. "At the Wind River Ranch."
"You're out here without protection?"
"Who sent you after me? Fahad?"
"I like to ride, clear my head." She gave him a doe-eyed look, all innocence.
A sure sign he was being handled.
He raised a brow. "So is this the job you expected when you chose to work for your country's Office of Foreign Affairs? Babysitter?"
She rested her rein hand on the saddle horn, her blue eyes squinted against the glare. "You shouldn't be out here, sir. It's too dangerous. Whoever planted that car bomb to kill Sheik Amir will be trying to kill you, too."
"So Fahad did send you. My head of security?" Efraim knew it. Kateb must have run to his brother this morning as soon as he'd trailered Efraim and one of the Wind River Ranch's horses to the rural road where the explosion had occurred.
"I haven't heard from Mr. Bahir." She let out a breath, as if giving up. "Actually I was hoping he was out here keeping an eye on you."
"Yes, I wouldn't be surprised if he is." Efraim took his own glance around the landscape but saw no sign of his cousin. "So if it wasn't Fahad, who sent you?"
"That's not important."
"It is to me." He wasn't sure if he was more disturbed by the thought that someone believed Callie McGuire could protect him better than he could protect himself, or by the indication that whoever had sent her knew of his powerful attraction for the fresh-faced blonde.
If it was one of his men, he'd be on the next plane back to Nadar.