"Two stories filled with riveting danger and hot sex."
Reviewed by Kay Quintin
Posted May 29, 2011
Romance Suspense | Romance Anthology
Bodyguard Sheik - Morgan Bell, an expert marksman of 10
years, is retiring as a hit man and retiring to her farm in
Wyoming. One last assignment changes her world. Trekking
through the dangerous desert isn't near as dangerous as her
guard, Karim Kadir. They are put together to save the life
of a 2-year-old child held by the Taj Zabbar. Life
threatening danger is expected but not fulfilling sex
and love. Sheik's Captive -- Kathleen Flaherty searches the Sahara
Desert for her sister, Jennie, a research
doctor, missing for 9 months. Her guides murdered and
Jennie taken captive, results in hardship and abuse while
being drug across the desert. Rashid Al Barrah, an FBI
agent posing as Sayeed Ali, is part of a terrorist cell
attempting biological suicide attacks throughout the
world. Falling in love with Jennie and saving her life
instead of abiding by the order to kill her places
Rashid's life in danger and the possibility of failing to
stop biological warfare. Linda Conrad has given us Bodyguard Sheik, the last great
book in the Desert Knight series. This story is equally
filled with hot sex and the desire to fight for life. Her
characters are full of spirit and full of love. Loreth Anne White is a new author for me with the ability
to keep the story exciting and full of love and
compassion. Her characters in Sheik's Captive were strong
and willful people. I would enjoy reading more of her works.
SUMMARY
Bodyguard Sheik by Linda Conrad Expert marksman Morgan Bell is one of the best in the
world. She agreed to one last assignment, never expecting
to find sexy Sheik Karin Kadir heating up the cold desert
nights. It leaves her longing for more… much more than his
protecting her life. Sheik's Captive by Loreth Anne White Kathleen Flaherty's desert search for her sister leads her
into captivity by a terrorist cell. Her beauty doesn't go
unnoticed by her captor, Sayeed Ali. Working undercover
for the FBI, Sayeed never counted on discovering love in a
land as wild and as untamed as his captive's heart. Will
he be able to save her and her sister in time?
ExcerptBODYGUARD SHEIK
Before Morgan finished checking their immediate area,
Karim said, "I feel someone watching us again. But they’re
too good to let themselves be spotted. You keep the thermal
imager and check it periodically."
"What are you going to be doing?"
The rustling noises of Karim digging in his pack ended
with a familiar click. The sound of a gunstock being
locked into place was something Morgan would recognize in
her sleep. She dropped the hand holding the imager and
turned.
"Holy mother-of…" Closing her gaping mouth, she stood,
watching with fascination as he fit a thirty-round magazine
into a state of the art KAC PDW 6x35mm.
Morgan didn’t know much about high-tech toys, but she
knew about guns. All kinds of guns. And the Knight’s
Armament, 35mm Personal Defense Weapon was the king of
killing machines. Ultra lightweight and compact, the
experimental design didn’t require much finesse. Just
point and shoot and nothing within three hundred meters
lived to tell the tale.
As he adjusted the weapon’s strap over his shoulder,
Karim looked up at her with dancing, flirty eyes. "You
keep watch. I’ll be ready for anything." His deep
baritone voice rolled over her in waves of lustful power.
Maybe it was the appreciation for such an excellent
piece of hardware that he saw in her eyes. Or maybe it was
the fire that had been ignited low in her belly by the mere
sight of his handsome bronzed face, grown even darker with
a five o’clock shadow, that made all the difference.
Whatever it was that had pushed him over the edge, Karim
sprang to his feet and took her in his arms. Before she
could react, he kissed her. An open-mouthed kiss. His
tongue sought her tongue with sudden desperate need.
Without any hesitation on her part, she threw her arms
around his neck and held on for the ride.
Strong hands. Firm mouth. She’d known all along his
kiss would be a little rough. A lot like fireworks. She
felt herself exploding in a shower of wanting.
She hadn’t realized how much desire had built up between
them until she responded to his low, sensual groan with a
deep-throated moan of her own. Dear Lord, the man could
kiss.
And more. There was something else, silent but acute,
going on between them. It made her hungry to find out
what, and she was never hungry. Never ready in an instant
to demand everything from a man.
Deepening the kiss, his warm mouth welcomed her
response. Tasting and exploring, he built the fire to
nearly unbearable heights.
His hands wandered down her body, rubbing her shoulders,
then down her arms. Moving lower, his fingers gently
brushed her ribcage at the very edge of her already tender
breasts. Finally, his palms cupped her bottom. With
fingers splayed possessively, he drew her tight against his
erection.
She gasped, jumped and pressed her belly even closer as
her fingernails automatically dug into his shoulders,
allowing her to hang on instead of spinning off the
planet. Her whole body was on fire.
Just like that? How could this be? She had to catch
her breath. Clear her head. Find some sanity.
All of a sudden, the horrible images that fouled her
dreams on most nights, and that she’d worked so hard to
banish, came back to strike a chilling blow to her ardor.
Stiffening, she broke the kiss and stepped away. Karim
didn’t fight her.
He looked shell-shocked and breathless as his dark,
endless eyes stared into hers. Exactly the way she felt.
Then he sobered. "Um… Hell. That was pretty intense."
"Yeah," was all she could manage. Her heart was
pounding in her chest; so hard, she wondered if it would
jump right out her throat.
"I didn’t mean for that to happen. But…" He struggled
for words. "That wasn’t a simple kiss."
"Nothing simple about that kiss at all."
"What do you want to do about it?" His eyes filled with
fear.
She knew how much the mission meant. To everyone
involved. "The smart thing would be to forget it."
"Is that what you want to do?"
Without answering him directly, she said, "Go on with
the mission. As we travel we can think it over.
Separately."
"Is that what you want?"
"No. Not at all." She almost reached out for him.
What she wanted was another kiss, this time initiated by
her. More heat. Another blaze, all consuming and all
powerful.
Karim took a step back. "Me neither. But it would be
for the best. When the mission is over, we can get
together, like a post-mission debriefing, and talk over our
separate thoughts."
Not a chance.
"Fine." It was all she could do to force her trembling
fingers to readjust the straps to her pack and rifle case
in preparation to move out.
This time, as they traveled down the wider path, Karim
stayed a few steps out in front. He advised her to stick
close to the limestone cliff walls while he walked point.
Traversing down the pathways in this slightly separated
manner gave her a chance to think. But her thoughts
remained jumbled.
She’d seen the shock of his own actions reflected in
Karim’s eyes. He hadn’t expected to kiss her like that
anymore than she’d been ready for it. Well, that was one
thing they had in common.
She doubted if they shared very much else.
No, the biggest problem for her seemed to be that he was
a temptation. One that she had a feeling would probably
overcome her regular reserve by the end of this mission.
But he was also not what she wanted on a long-term basis.
She’d had plenty of chances to jump the bones of adrenaline-
pumping, testosterone-loaded men like him who would jump at
a chance at a kiss during her years of working for the
CIA. But she hadn’t, and for a good reason.
Men like Karim didn’t stick. Too soon they were off to
the next mission or the next dangerous situation.
That wasn’t who she was now. Actually, deep down, that
was never who she’d been. Circumstances had conspired to
keep her going from one mission to the next, never settling
down.
Never giving herself a moment to think about the past.
But now that her parents had both died and left her with
her grandparent’s ranch, she was ready to make a home. A
nest. Without her parents there, she wouldn’t necessarily
have to think about the past. Only about a new future.
Lost as she was in contemplation, when the first shot
rang out and echoed around the canyon walls, she dropped to
a crouch in shock. But in less than a second she sat up,
blinking and gasping.
Karim had gone down too. Only he didn’t spring back up.
Crawling toward his prone body, she snatched the KAC PDW
at his side and blindly began spraying fire in a huge arc.
Another shot rang out.
Gotcha, you fool. Now knowing the sniper’s position,
she didn’t need to waste many more bullets before the
weapons fire stopped altogether, and silence once again
reigned on the trail.
Too silent. Ohmygod. Was Karim badly injured? Or had
the sniper’s bullet stopped him for good?
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