Undercover Sheik


She'd been stranded in the desert and held captive by a band of kidnappers. Then Sheik Nasir ibn Ahmad, one of the most menacing men she'd ever seen, promised to lead her to safety--Dr. Sadie Kaufman had little choice but to follow. Before long the sheik's promises of protection played a vital role.

For once they arrived at his palace it seemed someone beyond the walls still wanted her dead. The sheik insisted on keeping her close or Sadie would become another bandit's ...

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She'd been stranded in the desert and held captive by a band of kidnappers. Then Sheik Nasir ibn Ahmad, one of the most menacing men she'd ever seen, promised to lead her to safety--Dr. Sadie Kaufman had little choice but to follow. Before long the sheik's promises of protection played a vital role.

For once they arrived at his palace it seemed someone beyond the walls still wanted her dead. The sheik insisted on keeping her close or Sadie would become another bandit's bargaining chip. But could this sexy and indomitable man really be as good as he seemedÂ…?

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  • ISBN-13: 9780373887361
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 12/5/2006
  • Series: Harlequin LP Intrigue Series , #962
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Larger Print
  • Pages: 320
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.60 (h) x 1.10 (d)

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Dr. Sadie Kauffman had been always skeptical of people who, as their death sentence neared, claimed to have changed and reformed. Now she believed it. Time made all the difference, being locked up with nothing to do but think. She'd had forty long days and nights to mull over what her life had been so far--a mad race for things that in hindsight didn't matter. She would live differently. She rubbed her fingertips together. They tingled from nerves. Today was the day of her execution.

She watched one of the bandits as he plodded toward her makeshift prison, his rifle slung across his shoulder, his face wrapped in the trailing end of his headdress to protect him from the blowing sand. He opened the low door that had been nailed together from pieces of scrap wood, and swore at her as she stumbled out awkwardly, her legs numb from her cramped quarters.

"Move it," the man said, and although she was limping forward as fast as she could, it wasn't quick enough for him. He shoved his rifle barrel between her ribs to make her go faster.

She blinked toward the desert horizon. The sun had barely breached it. Her last sunrise. No, she wouldn't think like that. She had to have hope. If the desert bandits killed her, what would they gain? They had to keep her alive to collect the ransom. She'd spent the night working out different ways to convince Umman, the camp's leader, to extend the deadline.

It'll work. They need the money.

She ran her fingers over her black head-scarf and attached veil to make sure they exposed nothing but her eyes. The man kept shoving her at every few steps, toward the tents instead of the cooking fires as he would have onany other day.

"It's as fast as I can go," she snapped without heat. Did he even understand her? Other than Umman, the rest spoke no more English than the few words they used to order her around.

Her sandals sunk into the hot sand with each step. She still hadn't learned to balance her weight just right, angle her feet so she could walk the terrain with ease like the men whose tents sprawled like giant, un-worldly beasts on the sand ahead. Most had their flaps open--giant, yawning mouths getting ready to swallow their prey whole. She shivered despite the heat that had to be nearing a hundred degrees already.

She halted at the entrance of the largest tent, looked inside with quick, darting glances and kept her head down to make sure her gaze wouldn't directly meet anyone else's. Most of the bandits were in there, lounging on worn carpets and sipping spiced coffee.

"So your country cares not if you live or die." The contemptuous voice was Umman's.

As far as desert bandits went, they looked the part--Ali Baba and all that--missing teeth, savage faces, murderous weapons. They smelled the part, too.

"The money is coming," she said with false confidence, knowing the U.S. never paid ransoms. She'd always thought that a reasonable policy--until now. "Today. It's a lot of money." Five million dollars.

The men didn't appear to be impressed with her promise, nor did any of them look like they might be sympathetic to her cause. She was nothing to them, less than nothing--an annoyance, a reminder of a business plan that didn't work out.

"You think me a fool." The leader's voice was low, yet it seemed to thunder across the tent. He was the oldest of the men, his face crackled with scars, his scraggly beard blending into gray as it fell to his worn brown robe.

She had no doubt he would cut her throat without thought, as he would cut a goat. As he had cut one of his own men not two weeks before for some minor insubordination.

"Your people show me great disrespect," he said.

Her carefully crafted speech had sounded reasonable and convincing in her head in the quiet of the night, but now, faced with a tentful of bandits, the arguments she had prepared suddenly seemed laughably feeble.

"I'm a doctor. You might need me. A few more days--"

"Do not bargain with me." Umman's voice rose, thick with anger. "We do not need your kind of medicine. You think I would trust you?"

Apparently not. At first, when she had been kidnapped from the hospital, she'd been convinced they'd taken her to heal some bandit chief and would let her go once she was done. It had taken her days to realize the true severity of her situation.

There had to be words she could say to convince him to do just that. Think. Think!

Something shifted in the darkest corner-- a man she hadn't noticed, sitting away from the rest. She swallowed as she recognized the man she feared the most. Nasir. The sight of him scattered her few gathering thoughts.

Something in the man--an indefinable hardness, a dark purpose to his heart and murder in his eyes--made her get out of his way every time she'd found his gaze on her.

He was new to camp, had prodded in on his small camel two days after she'd been kidnapped from the field hospital. He had quickly gained the respect of the other men. There had been a fight or two at the beginning, testing the newcomer. Since then, most knew enough to steer clear of him.

His full attention was on her now, his dark gaze burning her.

Umman set down his cup and spoke in Arabic to the guard who'd brought her in while he dug through a wooden crate and tossed the man a new-looking digital camera.

He wanted her execution documented-- probably so the next time they asked for ransom, everyone would know they were serious.

Her heart beat against her chest so hard it hurt. This can't be happening. It isn't real.

Things like this happened to other people, strangers on the evening news. Her hands trembled at the thought of her lifeless body on some Web site.

Run! her brain said, but before she could react, she was grabbed, rough fingers digging into her arm.

"Another day. The money will be here," she begged, her lungs drowning in panic that seemed to swallow her whole.


The guard obeyed, pulling her from the tent into the merciless light, into the killing heat. He dragged her behind the tents, up the first dune, barely slowing as she struggled against him.

How much did she have left? Ten minutes? Five?

He held her tight, his gun aimed at her as he yanked her along. If she could pull away, how long would it be before a bullet slammed into her back? Even running couldn't save her now. Nothing could. Her body went slack with resignation.

She'd chosen the wrong course of action, staying in her prison in hope of a rescue instead of trying to run away in the night. The realization made her light-headed, dizzy. She'd thought the ransom would come, that the bandits wouldn't be so eager to discard their ticket to the money. She had no supplies. She'd been afraid the desert would kill her if she ran, but now even that seemed a preferable choice--death on her own terms.

"Let me go. Please." Her voice was high-pitched, weak. She hated it. Now that she realized there was no way out, she wanted to at least die with dignity.

If he understood her, he showed now sign of it.

She glanced at his gun. He'd use that. It would be quick; she wouldn't feel a thing. Almost over now. She didn't think they would go far. Umman just hadn't wanted the inconvenience of her blood on his carpets.

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