The Treasure

The Treasure

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by Iris Johansen

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An ex-harem slave...

A reformed assassin...

A race to find the most powerful
religious artifact of all time...

New York Times bestselling author Iris Johansen returns with her first historical romance in a decade, a new novel of passion and exotic adventure that leads two unlikely and unforgettable treasure hunters on a…  See more details below


An ex-harem slave...

A reformed assassin...

A race to find the most powerful
religious artifact of all time...

New York Times bestselling author Iris Johansen returns with her first historical romance in a decade, a new novel of passion and exotic adventure that leads two unlikely and unforgettable treasure hunters on a perilous journey—and into the heart of one of the most captivating mysteries of all time.

Lady Selene Ware had been nothing more than a harem slave when Kadar Ben Arnaud—a man once trained in the black arts of death and seduction—helped her escape to the safety of her native Scotland. But even a world away she still wasn’t safe from the sheikh who claimed her as his stolen property—and who now forced both her and Kadar to return with a chance to win their freedom. There is, of course, a catch. First they must find the legendary religious relic that men of power have searched for from King Arthur’s time to the present.

For Selene and the ex-assassin, it is a dangerous odyssey that begins in erotic captivity and leads to an encounter with the mysterious and reclusive Tarik, who now possesses the treasure. But the truth is far more explosive, the stakes far more deadly, and the closer they come to discovering the secret, the closer they will come to losing each other—and their lives. For even as Selene grasps the key to this age-old mystery, Kadar may have to step over the fine line separating the dark path from the light to save her.

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Publishers Weekly

Set largely in 12th-century Europe, this intricately plotted historical romance from bestseller Johansen, the sequel to Lion's Bride(1996), is replete with majestic castles, ruthless assassins and gentlemen rogues. Two star-crossed lovers become unwilling participants in a deadly struggle for control of an artifact that could contain the very secrets to immortality itself. Ex-assassin Kadar Ben Arnaud wants nothing more than to live a quiet life in Scotland with the love of his life, former slave Selene Ware. But when Arnaud is summoned by his old master to collect on a promise he made years earlier, he's honor-bound to leave the safety of his home and embark on a perilous journey to steal a priceless treasure from a stronghold in Tuscany. When Ware is kidnapped, Arnaud finds himself forced to embrace the darkness of his past in order to save her. The smoldering relationship between Arnaud and Ware will keep romance fans turning the pages. (Dec.)

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Summoned back to Syria from Scotland, presumably by Sinan, the ruler of the assassins who had saved the lives of his Scottish friends several years earlier, former assassin Kadar Ben Arnaud is furious when the messenger kidnaps Lady Selene Ware (a former child harem slave and Kadar's love) in order to assure his compliance. But Sinan is dead, and it is the evil demon Nasim who has called him back to retrieve a priceless treasure, sending Kadar and Selene on a perilous quest that could tear them apart forever. Paranormal threads wind through this sensual, exotic medieval adventure that continues the colorful story begun in Lion's Bride(1996; rereleased in September). Though each novel stands on its own, they are best read in chronological order. Johansen (Silent Thunder, with Roy Johansen) is most recently noted for her gripping, suspenseful thrillers. Her return to historicals will please her patient fans. She lives near Atlanta.

—Kristin Ramsdell
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“Johansen knows exactly what her devoted readers want and gives it to them.” —Publishers Weekly

“Trust crowd-pleaser Johansen.” —Kirkus Reviews

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Chapter One

AUGUST 4, 1196

"SHE'S BEING VERY FOOLISH." Thea frowned as she watched Selene across the great hall. "I don't like this, Ware."

"Neither does Kadar," Ware said cheerfully as he took a sip of his wine. "I'm rather enjoying it. It's interesting to see our cool Kadar disconcerted."

"Will it also be interesting if Kadar decides to slaughter that poor man at whom she's smiling?" Thea asked tartly. "Or Lord Kenneth, who she partnered in the last country dance?"

"Yes." He smiled teasingly at her. "It's been far too peaceful here for the last few years. I could use a little diversion."

"Blood and war are not diversions except to warriors like you." Her frown deepened. "And I thought you very happy here at Montdhu. You did not complain."

He lifted her hand and kissed the palm. "How would I dare with such a termagant of a wife."

"Don't tease. Have you been unhappy?"

"Only when you robbed me of craftsmen for my castle so that you could have them build a ship for your silk trade."

"I needed that ship. What good is it to produce fine silks if you can't sell them? It wasn't sensible to–" She shook her head. "You know I was right, and you have your castle now. It's as fine and strong as you could want. Everyone at the feast tonight has told you they have never seen a more secure fortress."

His smile faded. "And we might well have need of our fortress soon."

She frowned. "Have you heard news from the Holy Land?"

He shook his head. "But we walk a fine line, Thea. We've been lucky to have these years to prepare."

Ware was still looking over his shoulder, Thea thought sadly. Well, who could blame him? They had fled the wrath of the Knights Templar to come to this land, and if the Knights found out that Ware was not dead, as they thought, they would be unrelenting in their persecution. Ware and Thea had almost been captured before their journey started. It had been Kadar who had bargained with Sinan, the head of the assassins, to lend them a ship to take them to Scotland. But that was the past, and Thea would not have Ware moody tonight when he had so much to celebrate.

"We're not lucky, we're intelligent. And the Knights Templar are foolish beyond belief if they think you would betray them. It makes me angry every time I think of it. Now drink your wine and enjoy this evening. We've made a new life and everything is fine."

He lifted his cup. "Then why are you letting the fact that your sister is smiling prettily at Lord Douglas upset you?"

"Because Kadar hasn't taken his eyes off her all evening." Her gaze returned to her sister. Selene's pale-gold silk gown made her dark-red hair glow with hidden fires, and her green eyes shone with vitality–and recklessness. The little devil knew exactly what she was doing, Thea thought crossly. Selene was impulsive at times, but this was not such an occasion. Her every action tonight was meant to provoke Kadar. "And I didn't invite the entire countryside to see your splendid new castle so that she could expose them to mayhem."

"Tell her. Selene loves you. She won't want you unhappy."

"I will." She rose to her feet and strode down the hall toward the great hearth, before which Selene was holding court. Ware was right: Selene might be willful, but she had a tender heart. She would never intentionally hurt anyone she loved. All Thea had to do was confront her sister, express her distress, and the problem would be solved.


"Don't stop her, Thea."

She glanced over her shoulder to see Kadar behind her. He had been leaning against the far pillar only seconds ago, but she was accustomed to the swift silence of his movements.

"Stop her?" She smiled. "I don't know what you mean."

"And don't lie to me either." Kadar's lips tightened. "I'm a little too bad-tempered tonight to deal in pretense." He took her arm and led her toward the nearest corner of the hall. "And you've never done it well. You're burdened with a pure and honest soul."

"And I suppose you're the devil himself."

He smiled. "Only a disciple."


"Well, perhaps only half devil. I've never been able to convince you of my sinful character. You never wanted to see that side of me."

"You're kind and generous and our very dear friend."

"Oh, yes, which proves what good judgment you have."

"And arrogant, stubborn, and with no sense of humility."

He inclined his head. "But I've the virtue of patience, my lady, which should outweigh all my other vices."

"Stop mocking." She turned to face him. "You're angry with Selene."

"Am I?"

"You know you are. You've been watching her all evening."

"And you've been watching me." One side of his lips lifted in a half smile. "I was wondering whether you'd decide to attack me or Selene."

"I have no intention of attacking anyone." She stared directly into his eyes. "Do you?"

"Not at the moment. I've just told you how patient I am."

Relief surged through her. "She doesn't mean anything. She's just amusing herself."

"She means something." He glanced back toward the hearth. "She means to torment and hurt me and drive me to the edge." His tone was without expression. "She does it very well, doesn't she?"

"It's your fault. Why don't you offer for her? You know Ware and I have wanted the two of you to wed for this past year. Selene is ten and seven. It's past time she had a husband."

"I'm flattered you'd consider a humble bastard like myself worthy of her."

"You are not flattered. You know your own worth."

"Of course, but the world would say it was a poor match. Selene is a lady of a fine house now."

"Only because you helped us escape from the Holy Land and start again. Selene was a slave in the House of Nicholas and only a child when you bought her freedom as a favor to me. She was destined to spend her life embroidering his splendid silks and being given to his customers for their pleasure. You saved her, Kadar. Do you think she would ever look at another man if you let her come close to you?"

"Don't interfere, Thea."

"I will interfere. You know better. She's worshipped you since she was a child of eleven."

"Worship? She's never worshipped me. She knows me too well." He smiled. "You may not believe in my devilish qualities, but she does. She's always known what I am. Just as I've always known what she is."

"She's a hardworking, honest, loving woman who needs a husband."

"She's more than that. She's extraordinary, the light in my darkness. And she's still not ready for me."

"Ready? Most women her age have children already."

"Most women haven't suffered as she suffered. It scarred her. I can wait until she heals."

"But can she?" Thea glanced toward the hearth again. Oh, God, Selene was no longer there.

"It's all right. She and Lord Douglas just left the hall and went out into the courtyard."

How had he known that? Sometimes it seemed Kadar had eyes in the back of his head.

"Kadar, don't–"

He bowed. "If you'll excuse me, I'll go and bring her back."

"Kadar, I won't have violence this night."

"Don't worry, I won't shed blood on the fine new rushes you put down on the floor." He moved toward the courtyard. "But the stones of the courtyard wash up quite nicely."


"Don't follow me, Thea." His voice was soft but inflexible. "Stay out of it. This is what she wants, what she's tried to goad me to all evening. Don't you realize that?"

Where was Kadar? Selene wondered impatiently. She had been out here a good five minutes and he still hadn't appeared. She didn't know how long she could keep Lord Douglas from taking her back to the hall. He was a boring, stodgy young man and had been shocked when she'd suggested going out to the courtyard. "It's a fine night. I do feel much better now that I've had a breath of air."

Lord Douglas looked uneasy. "Then perhaps we should go back inside. Lord Ware would not like us being out here alone. It's not fitting."

"In a moment." Where was he? She had felt his gaze on her all evening. He would have seen–

"The Saracen was watching us," Lord Douglas said. "I'm sure he will tell Lord Ware."

"Saracen?" Her gaze flew to his face. "What Saracen?"

"Kadar Ben Arnaud. Isn't he a Saracen? That's what they call him."

"Who are 'they'?"

He shrugged. "Everyone."

"Kadar's mother was Armenian, his father a Frank."

He nodded. "A Saracen."

She should be amused that he had put Kadar, who could never be labeled, in a tight little niche. She was not amused. She fiercely resented the faint patronizing note in his voice. "Why not call him a Frank like his father? Why a Saracen?"

"He just seems . . . He's not like us."

No more than a panther was like a sheep or a glittering diamond like a moss-_covered rock, she thought furiously. "Kadar belongs here. My sister and her husband regard him as a brother."

"Surely not." He looked faintly shocked. "Though I'm sure he's good at what he does. These Saracens are supposed to be fine seamen, and he does your silk trading, doesn't he?"

She wanted to slap him. "Kadar does more than captain our ship. He's a part of Montdhu. We're proud and fortunate to have him here."

"I didn't mean to make you–"

She lost track of what he was saying.

Kadar was coming.

She had known he would follow her, but Selene still smothered a leap of excitement as she caught sight of him in the doorway. He was moving slowly, deliberately, almost leisurely down the stairs. This was not good. That wasn't the response she wanted from him. She took a step closer to Lord Douglas and swayed. "I believe I still feel a little faint."

He instinctively put a hand on her shoulder to steady her. "Perhaps I should call the lady Thea."

"No, just stay–"

"Good evening, Lord Douglas." Kadar was coming toward them. "I believe it's a little cool out here for Selene. Why don't you go fetch her cloak?"

"We were just going in," Lord Douglas said quickly. "Lady Selene felt a little faint and we–"

"Faint?" Kadar's brows lifted as he paused beside them. "She appears quite robust to me."

He's not like us, Douglas had said.

No, he wasn't like any of these men who had come to honor Ware tonight. He was like no one Selene had ever met. Now, standing next to heavyset, red-faced Lord Douglas, the differences were glaringly apparent. Kadar's dark eyes dominated a bronze, comely face that could reflect both humor and intelligence. He was tall, his powerful body deceptively lean, with a grace and confidence the other man lacked. But the differences were not only on the surface. Kadar was as deep and unfathomable as the night sky, and it was no wonder these simple fools could not understand how exceptional he was.

"She was ill," Lord Douglas repeated.

"But I'm sure she feels better now." Kadar paused. "So you may remove your hand from her shoulder."

Selene felt a surge of fierce satisfaction. This was better. Kadar's tone was soft, but so was the growl of a tiger before it pounced.

Evidently Lord Douglas didn't miss the threat. He snatched his hand away as if burned. "She was afraid she would–"

"Selene is afraid of nothing." He smiled at Selene. "Though she should be."

Oh, yes, this was the Kadar she wanted to rouse. But he was wrong: She was afraid of him in this moment. She hid it as she smiled back at him. "I see nothing to fear. Lord Douglas can protect me."

"Oh, I don't think so. Because he's going to go and fetch your cloak, aren't you, Lord Douglas?"

Lord Douglas was nervously glancing from one to the other. "Perhaps we should all return–"

"I need a word with the lady Selene. I'm sure you'll understand."

Douglas drew a deep breath and then straightened his shoulders. "I feel it my duty to stay until she feels well enough to go back to the hall."

She hadn't counted on this. She had thought he would scurry away when Kadar showed his claws. Was he a fool that he couldn't see the danger Kadar represented? She shivered. "I do feel chilled. Would you please fetch my cloak, Douglas?"

He hesitated and then, to her immense relief, took the out she'd given him. He bowed. "As you wish."

She watched him hurry across the courtyard.

"You're usually better at reading people." Kadar's gaze was also on Lord Douglas. "He was braver than you thought."

"Yes." She didn't try subterfuge. It never worked with Kadar. He knew her too well. "Brave or blind. He may be the one lacking in judgment." She turned to face him, the excitement building. "What would you have done if I hadn't sent him away?"

"What do you think?"

"I'm asking you."

"Killed him," he said casually. "I was very irritated with our young lord. I was considering a knife to the belly. He would have died slowly and painfully."

"Why were you irritated?"

He smiled. "You know why."

"Tell me."

"He touched you. I'm sure it was by your design, but he still touched you. How did it feel to have his hand on you?"

She had barely been aware of that touch. She had been too focused on its effect on Kadar. "Exciting."

He chuckled. "You lie."

"Well, it could have been–under other circumstances. I'm weary of living life like one of the nuns at the abbey. You have no right to complain. Do you think I don't hear of the women you bed? You've not left a willing wench in the Highlands untouched, and heaven knows what you do on your journeys to Spain and Italy."

"Heaven knows."

"It's not funny. And it's not fair."

"Life is unfair."

"Well, I won't have it. I'm weary of being the only woman in Scotland you won't bed."

"So you tried to stir me to action with the sword of jealousy. As I remember, you threatened some such ploy before. Very clever." He tilted his head. "But dangerous."

"That was years ago. I was still a child."

"You're still a child in some ways."

"I'm not. Though you treat me as one." She drew a deep breath and attacked. "I want you to wed me."

His smile faded. "I know you do."

"I . . . care about you."

"I know."

"And you feel something for me. I also know that, Kadar."

"Oh, yes."

"Then wed me." She tried to smile. "You could hardly do better. Thea and I share the profits from the silk trade we started here at Montdhu. I'm a fine match."

"For any man." He shook his head. "Not now, Selene."

"Why not? I told you, I'm not a child any longer. I don't remember ever feeling like a child."

"That's part of our problem."

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The Treasure 3.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 49 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was really impressed with Lion's Bride the book that preceeds The Treasure. I liked all the characters but the story of Selene and Kadar was especially touching even more so because their story was left unfinished at the end of Lion's Bride. So when The Treasure was published as the follow-up to Lion's Bride highlighting Selene's and Kadar's story I bought the hardback at once. What a disappointment! The character of Selene was reduced to a whiney shrew that was concerned for Kadar one minute and pushing him away the next. Kadar lost the charm and humor that made his character so memorable and endearing in the first book. Even the writing style was significantly different in this book that in Lion's Bride. The writing was choppy and the thoughts were undeveloped. The subplot with Tarik and Layla was more irritating that anything. This book was beneath the talents of Iris Johansen. She continues to be one of my favorite authors just not this book.
Disappointed-reader More than 1 year ago
I usually enjoy Iris Johansen and look for her books but don't waste your time with this one. The story is confusing, the characters change personalities within the same paragraph and no one seems to know what is going on. This book is headed for my trash can.
slaydon More than 1 year ago
Sadly johansen did not make the mark. I usually love her and when i first started reading her i could not get enough however with that said i think she missed the mark with this book. i agree it was very difficult to force myself to finish this book when normally i cant put hers down. although i would not recommend this book i wont give up on her everyone has those days.
srbSH More than 1 year ago
Ware and his wife Thea, and Thea's sister the now grown Selene, in uneasy sexual tension with Kadar. Kadar must separate from Selene when he is called by arch evil sorcerer Nasim to keep his promise to Sinan and return to Syria on a mission to serve him, which Kadar does, not knowing that the Grand Master has died. He also does not know that the strong-willed Selene has stowed away aboard ship. Keeping her safe and keeping away from her complicate his task. The mission is to steal a coffer with a grail inside that Nasim believes will give him eternal life. The grail is guarded by Tarik who is suspiciously long-lived, as is his estranged wife Layla. While there are adventures and battles galore: Selene's young guard is brutally killed by Nasim; she loses her baby (but has she?); Kadar receives a death wound ( but is it?); the dark knight Vaden (is he really so dark?) agrees to help Kadar kill Nasim - but the book, which I looked forward to, was a disappointment, all things considered.
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Katierod26 More than 1 year ago
Not that good at all.
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I expected more from Treasure, especially following Lions Bride.
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Not very good. The story line might have been salvageable if the characters weren't so lacking.
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The history amazing,great detail Iris is the best writer of this centry Knows how to capture the audiences attention My favorite author
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Joy_2_U More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book. It was a sequeal to another of her books that I had already read years ago. It was nice finding out what took place after their story ended with other characters. I like how this book incorporates history, action, and romance.
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