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The Sheik & The Princess In Waiting


The Desert Rogue series continues with Reyhan's book

She was what?!?

No, not pregnant, thank heavens. Emma would have known that. But married? Well, if the man standing before her - the very love of her college life - was to be believed, she was. And suddenly he was claiming to be a desert prince, too. Sure, they'd had a "pretend" ceremony and honeymoon in the Caribbean. But it was pretend, wasn't it?

Prince Reyhan claimed his father, the king, had decided it was time for him to marry. There was just one little glitch - Reyhan was already married. So, the king ordered Reyhan's wife - Emma - to a two-week trip to paradise before he would grant a royal annulment. But wasn't paradise the perfect place for love?

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  • Published by

    Harlequin Enterprises

  • Publish Date

    April 01, 2004 

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    553.88 KB

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Excerpt from The Sheik & The Princess In Waiting by Susan Mallery

After a long day working in the delivery room, Emma Kennedy was ready to spend her evening with her feet up, the TV on and a bowl of ice cream in her hand. Okay, yes, she would probably eat something decent for dinner first but the ice cream was a must. It had been that kind of day.
Nothing had happened all morning, then right at noon, four women had decided to deliver. One had been a terrified teenager, and Emma had stayed with her as much as possible. At twenty-four, she had been closest in age of all the nurses, although a lifetime of experiences away from the street-wise, body pierced and tattooed patient.
Emma opened her mailbox, pulled out the cable bill and a flyer for a sale at Dillards, then walked toward her apartment.
She was tired, but content. It had been a good day. A happy day. One of the things she loved about her job was the joy new mothers experienced when their children were born. Being part of the process, even on the periphery, was all the thanks she needed. When she thought about all the--
Emma came to a stop in the hallway. Two men in dark suits stood by her front door. They looked respectable enough--clean, short hair cuts, polished shoes, but they were definitely lurking.
She'd taken several self-defense courses over the past few years, but she wasn't sure how helpful the information would be against two large men.
Glancing first left, then right, she calculated the distance to her nearest neighbor, how long it would take her to run to her car and what kind of reaction she would get if she screamed.
One of the men looked up and saw her. "Ms. Kennedy? I'm Alex Dunnard from the State Department. This is my associate, Jack Sanders. May we have a moment of your time?"
As the man spoke, he pulled out an ID card complete with picture. His companion did the same. Emma gave up on bolting and approached her front door.
The pictures matched the men and the cards looked official enough, but it wasn't as if she'd seen a State Department ID before and would know the difference.
Alex Dunnard slipped the ID back into his jacket pocket and smiled. "We have some official business to discuss with you. May we come inside, or would you be more comfortable if we met at the coffee shop on the corner?"
Emma noticed that neither option allowed her to get out of talking with them. Which was crazy. What would the State Department want with her?
She gave them the once over and decided to let them in. Her Dallas suburb was safe, quiet and ordinary. No doubt these men had the wrong person in mind. Once they straightened that out, they would be on their way.
"Come on in," she said, walking toward her door and inserting her key in the lock.
They followed her to the smallish living room. It was already dusk, so she turned on both floor lamps and the light in the hall, then motioned to her sofa.
"Have a seat," she said as she plopped down in the club chair opposite.
As she set her purse on the floor, she noticed several stains on the front of her brightly patterned scrub shirt. The pale green pants were also dotted and streaked. Occupational hazard, she reminded herself.
Alex perched on the edge of her sofa, while the other guy--Emma had already forgotten his name--stood by the sliding glass door.
"Ms. Kennedy, we're here at the behest of the king of Bahania."
Alex kept on talking, but Emma was too caught up in the word "behest." She wasn't sure she'd ever heard someone say it in normal speech. It was more of a book word. Then the rest of the sentence sunk in.
"Wait a minute," she said, holding up her hand. "Did you say the king of Bahania?"
"Yes, ma'am. He contacted the State Department and asked that we locate you and then offer an official invitation to visit his country."
Emma laughed. Oh, sure. Because that sort of thing happened all the time. "Are you guys selling something? Because if you are, you're wasting your time."
"No, ma'am. We're from the State Department and we're here..."
She cut him off with a wave. "I know. At the behest. I got that part. You have the wrong person. I'm sure there's another Emma Kennedy floating around who has lots of personal contact with his Royal Highness, but it's not me."
She looked at her modest apartment. If only, she thought humorously. Maybe a small money grant or two could have taken care of her student loans. And she desperately needed new tires for her ten year old import. Oh, well. In her next life, she would be rich. In this one, she was just a single woman struggling to pay the bills.