Fiery beauty Raina Kahlil was content until her long-absent fiance, Sheikh Dharr Halim, came to California to whisk her back to his kingdom--to visit her family, not to marry her. Deep down she ached for the playboy prince, but tried to resist the palpable heat between them. Although neither Dharr nor Raina had any intention of adhering to the marriage contract set out years before, the more heated their encounters became, the more Dharr lost all reason--and ran the risk of complete surrender to Raina, despite his guarded heart.
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October 17, 2010
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Excerpt from Daring the Dynamic Sheikh by Kristi Gold
Raina slowly returned to consciousness after drifting in and out of fitful sleep. Disoriented, she thought she was back in her childhood bed in Azzril, until she looked to her left and saw the rectangular windows revealing night sky and heard the hum of jet engines. Then she remembered. She wasn't fourteen; she was twenty-five. She was on a plane bound for a country that was only a distant memory, and the euphoria she'd experienced only moments before had been the result of a dream.
A dream involving her mother and father holding her hand as she walked between them in the streets of Tomar, suspended in a time before her mother had stolen away in the night to board a plane bound for the U.S., taking her daughter on a journey full of turbulent weather and equally turbulent emotions.
Raina's world had come apart on that dreadful flight, and she'd experienced real fear for the first time in her life, not only from the horrible trip but also from a total loss of security knowing she would be entering a strange land without her beloved father. Worse, she hadn't even told her papa goodbye.
"I see you have awakened."
She turned her face toward the deep, controlled voice that floated over her like a satin veil against sensitive skin. Light from the lamp attached to the desk spilled over him, providing more than adequate illumination for Raina to get the full effect of the picture he now presented. If she had paints and a canvas, she would immortalize him--a portrait of dark against light. A representation of overt sexuality and undeniable power.
He looked as proud and regal as if seated on a throne instead of a chair. As dangerous as if he were a thief of hearts assessing his next victim with eyes as black as a bottomless cavern. His soft, sensuous lips, surrounded by a shading of whiskers, contrasted with the sharp, angular lines of his cheeks, his solid jaw and the straight plane of his nose.
His arms rested on the chair's arms in casual indifference, his large hands curled over the ends, the right one sporting a gold and ruby signet ring on his little finger. His well-defined biceps conveyed his physical strength; his forearms laced with prominent veins and a fine covering of dark hair revealed his absolute maleness. As did his bare chest where a spattering of crisp, dark hair covered his pectorals and surrounded his pale brown nipples before tapering into a V pointing downward toward his ridged abdomen.
Raina visually followed the strip of hair below his navel to the waistband of the pajamas he now wore. But she didn't stop there though she recognized she should...