Summer Sheikhs. Marguerite Kaye

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      About the Author

      ALEXANDRA SELLERS is the author of over twenty-five novels and a feline language text published in 1997 and still selling.

      Born and raised in Canada, Alexandra first came to London as a drama student. Now she lives near Hampstead Heath with her husband, Nick. They share housekeeping with Monsieur, who jumped through the window one day and announced, as cats do, that he was moving in.

      What she would miss most on a desert island is shared laughter.

      Readers can write to Alexandra at PO Box 9449, London NW3 2WH.

      Dear Reader,

      I wonder how many men and women hold in their hearts the image of their first love while they carry on lives that bear no relation to that dream? For every story that we hear of true love reunited – after years, even decades, of separation – there must be many, many more who remember, but never take that risky first step towards rediscovery. If the chance was offered, though, would we be able to resist?

      My heroine, Desi, hasn’t kept the dream alive, at least not consciously. A painful betrayal changed her passionate young love, first to its opposite and then to indifference – or so she imagines. It would take wild horses for her to seek out her old love, Salah…wild horses or a best friend’s desperate need.

      Salah, now a powerful Cup Companion who has the confidence of a prince, also thinks himself immune to the siren call of rediscovered love. But still he is driven to meet Desi, the first love whose memory has haunted him all these years. And once met, he’s driven to taste the bittersweetness again…

      There’s another kind of reunion for me in this book – it’s my first SONS OF THE DESERT story in nearly five years. I am very glad to be back writing for you again and I hope you’ll find the rediscovery as thrilling as I do!

      Love,

       Alexandra Sellers

      For you

      Again

      Prologue

      THERE were two immigration officers at passport control, and a short line of travellers in front of each. A man stood behind one of the desks, scanning the faces of the disembarking passengers. His watchful stillness was a hub for the busy flow, as if the scene somehow revolved around him.

      He looked straight at Desi, and a buzz of warning sounded in her bones. She was wearing sunglasses, but even so, she turned her head to avoid meeting his eyes. Passport and landing card in her hand, clutching her elegantly travel-worn leather bag, she joined the other line, and resolutely did not look his way again.

      But it had taken only one glance for his image to get stuck in her memory, as irritating as a fishbone: desert dark and harsh-faced, wearing an immaculate white cotton kaftan under a flowing burnous and the traditional headscarf she knew was called a keffiyeh. A chiselled mouth. Cheeks carved out of the rock she’d flown over in the desert, a scar across one cheekbone.

      ‘Passport, please,’ a voice said, and Desi came to. It was her turn. She stepped forward and handed up her passport. She was tight with nerves.

      Desirée Drummond. He read the name without a flicker of recognition, and she breathed a little easier.

      ‘Take off sunglasses, please.’

      She had to comply. She held her breath while the agent’s eyes roved over her face with sudden eagerness. She let it out slowly when it was clear he didn’t recognize her face, either. He didn’t ask her to take off her hat. He picked up his official stamp and flipped through the heavily stamped passport for an empty page.

      ‘What is porpoise of visit?’

      ‘Pleasure.’ And that’s the first lie done and dusted, she told herself. Pleasure is the last thing I expect from this little outing. Then, an inexpert liar, she rushed to add detail. ‘I’m a student of archaeology. I’m going to visit a dig.’

      ‘Deeg?’ he was clearly pleased to have an excuse to prolong the encounter. He might not have recognized her, but he clearly liked what he saw. ‘What is deeg?’

      ‘Oh…it’s a—a place where they find an ancient city or something and…archaeologists, you know, they dig to find out about history.’

      His eyes widened with sudden alertness, and Desi cursed herself. Why hadn’t she just left well enough alone?

      ‘Where is the dig?’ he asked, in the voice of a man determined not to let beauty distract him from duty.

      ‘Oh!’ Desi laughed awkwardly. ‘I don’t actually know. Someone is meeting me…’

      ‘Stamp the passport,’ a deep voice commanded in Arabic, and both heads snapped up in surprise.

      Him. The man who had been watching her. Standing by the immigration officer now and looking at Desi with a black gaze that sent nervous ripples down her spine.

      Then she gasped, her head snapping back in sudden shock. The face of the stranger in front of her dissolved and reassembled. Her heart kicked like a million volts.

      ‘I don’t believe it!’ she croaked.

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