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Heir to a Fortune
Someone is threatening to expose Sara Elliott’s secret. After draining her bank account, she flees to Morocco to face the one man she fears, the only man who can truly protect her son. Sheik Talib Al-Nassar has money and power beyond compare, but nothing could prepare him for seeing his ex, especially in his homeland. Though suspicious of this reunion, he would do anything to shield her and her little boy from further danger. He welcomes them to his family compound, but Talib’s shelter has a price of its own. Like Sara’s blackmailer, he desires only one thing: the truth about her son…
Desert Justice
“I’ve lost my son.”
She gasped for air. Tried to think straight, tried to remain calm, but it was all impossible. “He’s two. Please.” She bit back hysteria. “Help me.”
“Ma’am, I’m sure he’s been found and taken outside. Go outside and wait.”
“Wait?” It was the second time she’d heard it and this time she could take no more. “My son is missing!” She clenched her fists, driving her recently home-manicured nails into the palms of her hands. A sharp pain ran up her arms. It grounded her, temporarily dispelled the blinding panic.
Her hands shook and her head pounded. She wouldn’t give up. Coming to Marrakech had been a decision made in desperation. For it was here, in the land of the sheiks, where she searched for the lifeline that would protect her heart. Only one man could save her son and keep them both safe.
She needed to find Sheik Talib Al-Nassar. But first she had to find Everett. He was her heart, and without him, there was nothing.
Son of the Sheikh
Ryshia Kennie
RYSHIA KENNIE has received a writing award from the City of Regina, Saskatchewan, and was also a semifinalist for the Kindle Book Awards. She finds that there’s never a lack of places to set an edge-of-the-seat suspense, as prairie winters find her dreaming of warmer places for heart-stopping stories. They are places where deadly villains threaten intrepid heroes and heroines who battle for their right to live or even to love. For more, visit www.ryshiakennie.com.
When I was a toddler, you read endlessly to me and then
wondered why I became a bookworm. I suppose that makes
you partially responsible for the writer I am. You taught me how
to read and you also taught me self-reliance. If it can be bought,
it can be made. From soup to wedding veils. For my mother,
who reminds me every day that nothing is impossible.
Quit just isn’t in her vocabulary. To you, Mom.
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