Possessed By The Sheikh
Chapter One
KATRINA was standing in the middle of the souk when she saw him. She had been about to
start bargaining with the stallholder for a length of embroidered silk she had picked up, when
something made her turn her head. He was standing on the other side of the narrow alleyway
dressed in a traditional white disha-dasha, the sunlight filtering striking shards of light against the
honey-coloured warmth of his skin, and glittering on the cruelly sharp-looking knife that was
thrust into his belt.
Sensing that he had lost her attention, the stall-holder looked past her, following the direction of
her helplessly enmeshed gaze.
"He is from the Ayghar Tuareg Tribe," he said.
Katrina made no response. She knew from the research she had done before coming out to
Zuran that the Ayghar Tuaregs had been a fierce tribe of warriors who, in previous centuries,
had been paid to escort the trading caravans across the desert, and the tribe still preferred their
traditional nomadic way of life.
Unlike other robed men she had seen, he was clean-shaven. His eyes, glitterin ... read full excerpt from: Possessed by the Sheikh ebook
