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"Walking into the lion's den unprotected, Princess?"
For Layla, princess of Tazkhan, her arranged marriage means one thing—a lifetime of cruelty and captivity. Such an unendurable prospect drives her to throw herself at the mercy of Sheikh Raz Al Zahki—her family's greatest enemy!
Raz demands one thing in return for the safe haven Layla is seeking—this brooding desert king wants to make her his queen! Her freedom might be secured, but now her heart is at risk, for soon she's lost to the scorching heat of their marriage bed. However, it will take more than fire to thaw her guarded husband….
- Sales Rank: #201182 in eBooks
- Published on: 2013-09-01
- Released on: 2013-09-01
- Format: Kindle eBook
Review
'Morgan's masterful romance engages all senses with a narrative that transports readers to a magical world. Her words paint brilliant desert sand-scapes that will awe, and her love scenes will scorch like the hot desert sun.' 4.5* Top Pick RT Book Reviews
'I adore Sarah Morgan's voice...' Smexy Books
'a very enjoyable twist to a desert romance.' The Good, The Bad, and The Unread
About the Author
USA Today bestselling author Sarah Morgan writes lively, sexy contemporary stories for Harlequin.Romantic Times has described her as 'a magician with words' and nominated her books for their Reviewer's Choice Awards and their 'Top Pick' slot. Sarah has twice won the prestigious RITA® Award from the Romance Writers of America, in 2012 and 2013. She lives near London with her family. Find out more at sararahmorgan.com
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'Shh, don't make a sound.' Layla slammed her hand over her sister's mouth. 'I can hear them coming. They mustn't find us.'
She wished she'd had time to find a better hiding place. Behind the long velvet curtains in her father's private rooms hardly seemed like an obvious place for concealment, and yet she knew in some ways this was the safest place. No one would think to look for the princesses here. They were never allowed in his bedroom. Not even today, on the day of his death.
But Layla had wanted to see for herself that the man who'd called himself her father lay cold and still in his bed and wasn't about to leap up and commit some other sin against her or her sister. She'd stood there, hidden by the curtain, and heard him seal her fate with his dying breath. His last words hadn't expressed regret for a life misspent. There had been no demand to see his daughters, nor even a request to pass on a loving message to make up for years of cold neglect. No apology for all the grievous wrongs. Just one last wrong—one that would seal her fate forever.
'Hassan must marry Layla. It is the only way the people will accept him as ruler of Tazkhan.'
Hearing footsteps, Layla kept her hand pressed over her younger sister's mouth. Her forehead brushed the curtains and she could smell the dust. The dark was disorientating and she held herself rigid, waiting for the curtains to be flung back, afraid that the slightest movement would give them away.
From behind the protection of rich, heavy velvet she heard several people enter the room.
'We have searched the palace. They are nowhere to be found.'
'They cannot just have vanished.' The voice was harsh and instantly recognisable. It was Hassan, her father's cousin, and if his last wishes were carried out, soon to be her bridegroom. Sixty years old and more power-hungry even than her father.
In a moment of horrifying clarity Layla saw her future and it was blacker than the inside of the curtain. She stared into darkness, feeling her sister's breath warm her hand, afraid to breathe herself in case she gave them both away.
'We will find them, Hassan.'
'In a few hours you'll be addressing me as Your Excellency,' Hassan snapped. 'And you'd better find them. Try the library. The older one is always there. As for the younger one—she has far too much to say for herself. We're flying her to America, where she will be out of sight and out of mind. The people will soon forget her. My marriage to the eldest will take place before dawn. Fortunately she is the quiet one. She has nothing to say for herself and is unlikely to object.'
He didn't even know her name, Layla thought numbly, let alone her view on the world. She was 'the eldest'. 'The quiet one'. She doubted he knew or cared what she looked like. He certainly didn't care what she wanted. But then neither had her father. The only person who cared about her was currently shivering in her grasp.
Her young sister. Her friend. Her family.
The news that they were planning to send Yasmin to America intensified the horror of the situation. Of everything that was happening, losing her sister would be the worst.
'Why rush into the marriage?'
Hassan's companion echoed Layla's thoughts.
'Because we both know that as soon as he finds out about the old Sheikh's death he will come.'
He will come.
Layla knew immediately who 'he' was. And she also knew Hassan was afraid. So afraid he couldn't bring himself to speak the name of his enemy. The formidable reputation of the desert warrior and rightful ruler of the wild desert country of Tazkhan frightened Hassan so badly it was now forbidden to speak his name within the walled city. The irony was that by banning all mention of the true heir to the sheikdom he had increased his status to that of hero in the minds of the people.
In a small moment of personal rebellion, Layla thought the name.
Raz Al Zahki.
A prince who lived like a Bedouin among the people who loved him. A man of the desert with steely determination, strength and patience, who played a waiting game. Right now he was out there somewhere, his exact whereabouts a secret known only to those closest to him. The secrecy surrounding him increased tensions in the Citadel of Tazkhan.
Footsteps echoed on the stone floor of the bedroom.
As the door closed behind them Yasmin pulled away, gasping for air. 'I thought you were going to suffocate me.'
'I thought you were going to scream.'
'I've never screamed in my life. I'm not that pathetic.' But her sister looked shaken and Layla took her hand and held it firmly as she peeped around the heavy velvet curtain. 'They've gone. We're safe.'
'Safe? Layla, that wrinkled, overweight monster is going to marry you before dawn and he's going to send me away to America, miles from home and miles from you.'
Layla heard the break in her sister's voice and tightened her grip on her hand. 'No, he won't. I'm not going to allow him to take you away.'
'How can you stop it? I don't care what happens, but I want us to stay together. It's been the two of us for so long I can't imagine any other life. I need you to stop me opening my mouth when I should close it and you need me to stop you living your life in a book.'
Her sister's voice was soaked with despair and Layla felt crushed by the weight of responsibility.
She felt small and powerless as she stood alone against the brutal force of Hassan's limitless ambition.
'I promise we won't be separated.'
'How can you promise that?'
'I don't know yet. But I'm thinking…'
'Well, think fast, because in a few hours I'll be on a plane to America and you'll be in Hassan's bed.'
'Yasmin!' Shocked, Layla gaped at her sister, who shrugged defiantly.
'It's true.'
'What do you know about being in a man's bed?'
'Nowhere near as much as I'd like. I suppose that might be one of the advantages of being banished to America.'
Despite their circumstances, a dimple flickered at the corner of Yasmin's mouth and Layla felt a lump in her throat. No matter how dire the circumstances, her sister always managed to find a reason to smile. She'd brought laughter to places without humour and light into the dark.
'I can't lose you.' She couldn't even bear to think of that option. 'I won't lose you.'
Yasmin peered cautiously across the room. 'Is our father really dead?'
'Yes.' Layla tried to find some emotion inside herself but all she felt was numb. 'Are you sad?'
'Why would I be sad? This is only the fifth time I've ever seen him in person and I don't think this one counts so that's only four times. He made our lives hell and he's still making it hell even though he's dead.' Yasmin's unusual blue eyes darkened with fury. 'Do you know what I wish? I wish Raz Al Zahki would ride into the city on that terrifying black stallion of his and finish off Hassan. I'd cheer. In fact I'd be so grateful I'd marry him myself and give him a hundred babies just to make sure his line is safe.'
Layla tried not to look at the figure on the bed. Even dead, she didn't want to see him. 'He wouldn't want to marry you. You are the daughter of the man responsible for the death of his father and his beautiful wife. He hates us, and I cannot blame him for that.' She hated herself too, for sharing the blood of a man with so little humanity. For sharing in his shame.
'He should marry you. Then no one would be able to challenge him and Hassan would be finished.'
The idea was so outrageous, so typical of Yasmin, Layla's instinct was to dismiss it instantly and preach caution as she always did. But how was caution going to help them when her marriage was only hours away?
Her mind picked at the idea gingerly. 'Yasmin—'
'It is said he loved his wife so deeply that when she died he made a vow never to love again.' Yasmin spoke in an awed whisper. 'Have you ever heard anything so romantic?'
Layla's courage evaporated along with the idea. She couldn't do it. 'It's not romantic. It's tragic. It was a terrible thing.'
'But to be loved that much by a man as strong and honourable as him—I want that one day.'
Yasmin stared into the distance and Layla gave her a shake.
'Stop dreaming.' The whole thing was alien to her. The only love she knew was her love for her sister. She'd never felt anything remotely romantic when she'd looked at a man. And nothing she'd read on the subject had led her to believe that would change in the future. She was far too practical a person, and it was the practical side that drove her now. 'If they take you to America I'll never see you again. I'm not going to let that happen.'
'How can you stop it? Hassan is at his most dangerous when he's afraid and he's terrified of Raz Al Zahki. He won't even allow his name to be spoken in the city. But everyone does speak it, of course. Especially the women. I've been listening.'
'You've been to the souk again? Do you have no sense of danger?'
Yasmin ignored her and her voice was an awed whisper. 'They say his heart is frozen into ice and only the right woman can melt it. It's a bit like the legend of the Sword in the Stone you read me when I was little.'
'Oh, Yasmin, grow up! A man's heart cannot be frozen into ice unless he finds himself lost in Antarctica with insufficient equipment. A heart is responsible for pumping blood around the body. It cannot be "frozen" or "broken".' Exasperated, Layla wondered how two sisters could be so different. Their experience was the same, except that Layla had protected Yasmin from the worst of her father's actions. 'This isn't legend, this is real. Stop romanticising everything.'
'They think he will come.' This time there was an undertone of excitement in her sister's voice. 'He has been playing a waiting game while our father and Hassan plotted. With our father dead, he has to have a plan for taking up his rightful place as Sheikh. Hassan is terrified. The council is terrified. They have extra guards on the doors at night. They've sent patrols into the desert, although goodness knows why because everyone knows Raz Al Zahki knows the desert better than anyone. No one is sleeping because they're afraid he might enter the Citadel at night and murder them in their beds. Frankly, I wish he'd just get on with it. If I bumped into him in the dark I'd show him the way.'
Layla covered her sister's lips with her fingers. 'You need to be careful what you say.'
'Why? What else can they do to me? They're splitting us up! I'm going to America and you're going to marry Hassan. How much worse can it get?'
'I'm not marrying Hassan.' Layla made her decision. 'I'm not going to let that happen.'
'How can you stop it? Hassan can only be the next ruler if he marries you. That's a pretty powerful motivation.'
'Then he mustn't marry me.'
Yasmin looked at her with pity. 'He is going to make you.'
'If he can't find me, he can't make me.' Not daring to give too much thought to what she was about to do, Layla sprinted to her father's dressing room and removed a couple of robes. She thrust one at her sister. 'Put this on. Cover your hair and as much of your face as you can. Wait here for me behind the curtain until I come and fetch you. I need to get something from the library before we leave.'
'The library? How can you think of books right now?'
'Because a book can be many things—a friend, an escape, a teacher—' Layla broke off and hoped her sister didn't notice her high colour. 'Never mind. The important thing is that we're going away from here. It will be like the game of Hide we played as children.' She caught her sister's horrified glance and wished she hadn't used that reference. Both of them knew what that game had really meant. She changed the subject quickly. 'Those horses you love so much—can you actually ride one if you have to?' 'Of course!'
Her sister's hesitation was so brief Layla told herself she'd imagined it.
'And I've read extensively on the theory of riding and the history of the Arabian horse, so between us I'm sure we'll be fine.' She hoped she sounded more convincing than she felt. 'We'll take the back route to the stables and ride into the desert from there.'
'The desert? Why are we riding into the desert?'
Layla felt her mouth move even though her brain was telling her this was a terrible idea. 'We're going to find Raz Al Zahki.'
The wind blew across the desert, bringing with it whispers of the Sheikh's death.
Raz Al Zahki stood at the edge of the camp and stared into the darkness of the night. 'Is it truth or rumour?'
'Truth.' Salem stood next to him, shoulder to shoulder. 'It's been confirmed by more than one source.'
'Then it is time.' Raz had learned long before to keep his feelings buried, and he kept them buried now, but he felt the familiar ache of tension across his shoulders. 'We leave for the city tonight.'
Abdul, his advisor and long-time friend stepped forward. 'There is something else, Your Highness. As you predicted, Hassan plans to marry the eldest princess in a matter of hours. Preparations for the wedding are already underway.'
'Before her father's body is even cold?' Raz gave a cynical laugh. 'Her grief clearly overwhelms her.'
'Hassan must be at least forty years older than her,' Salem murmured. 'One wonders what she gains from the match.'
'There is no mystery there. She continues to live in a palace and enjoy benefits that should never have been hers to begin with.' Raz stared at the horizon. 'She is the daughter of the most ruthless man who ever ruled Tazkhan. Don't waste your sympathy.'
'If Hassan marries the girl it will be harder for you to challenge the succession legally.'
'Which is why I intend to make sure the wedding does not take place.'
Abdul shot him a startled look. 'So you intend to go ahead with your plan? Even though what you're suggesting is—'
'The only option available.' Raz cut him off, hearing the hardness in his own tone. It was the same hardness that ran right through him. Once, he'd been capable of warmth, but that part of him had died along with the woman he'd loved. 'We have considered every other option, and—' He broke off as he heard a commotion in the darkness and then lifted a hand as his bodyguards emerged silently to flank him.
They were men who had followed him for fifteen years, since the brutal slaying of his father. Men who would die for him.
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6 of 6 people found the following review helpful.
4.5 Stars Review
By Harlequin Junkie Blog
In Lost to the Desert Warrior by Sarah Morgan, Layla and her sister Yasmin were terrified. She was slated to marry her newly deceased father's rather evil henchman Hassan so he could assume the crown, and her sister was to be shipped to America to keep her from causing trouble. And it would all happen before her father's body had time to get cold.
But if there's one thing the two women had learned, it was to survive. Their father had absolutely no interest in them, and Hassan had played cruel games with their lives. They had rarely left the palace grounds, and had virtually no contact with the outside world. Layla, however, learned all that she could by reading. She learned that the country she loved could be ruled by another.
Sheikh Raz Al Zahki lived life amongst his people. He was known as the Desert Warrior for many reasons. He survived through great trauma by assuming the Bedouin lifestyle. When he hears the current ruler of Tazkhan has died, he makes plans to assume the crown that was taken from him. The man had stolen the lives of his father and wife, and now that he was dead he could start to help his country to heal.
He assumed that the princesses enjoyed a privileged lifestyle, so when Layla - dressed as a boy - travels through the desert to find him, he's shocked. Raz isn't sure if he should trust her, but the logic behind her assertions cannot be assailed. They should marry that night to ensure his position, and to keep her from marrying Hassan.
Layla is terrified because she and her sister were separated on their way to meet with Sheikh Al Zahki, so he sends his brother to find her. With that mission and the vows they speak, their treatise is begun.
Raz learns that Layla isn't what she seemed or what he assumed. Against his will, he is forced to see that she is more than just a spoiled heiress. She is smart, yet incredibly innocent. Layla speaks her mind, and is straight with him. Most importantly, she cares more than she wants to admit.
When Layla learns the secrets Sheikh Al Zahki has been keeping in order to stay safe from her father, the hatred she already had for him multiplies. Between discovering who she is outside the palace and helping Raz reconnect with his life, she finds the lesser of two evils can turn out to be the best decision she's ever made.
Lost to the Desert Warrior is the absolute best HQ Presents I've read in a long time. The books in this line are similar, in that they center around exotic locales with hot & broody alpha males, and usually meet their match in a surprisingly fiesty heroine. This story had all of that and more. I instantly liked the characters, even the ones not delved into fully.
(I'm assuming we'll eventually get the story of Yasmin and Raz's brother, Salem - and I'm looking forward to it). Great foundation, and built upon brilliantly.
4 of 4 people found the following review helpful.
Excellent Story
By Aisha
This book actually packs a punch, There were moments that twisted my heart and others that made me smile. Layla is a young woman whose life is being chosen for her, even in death her father is ruining her life, he has never been like a real father should be and now in his death he is banishing her to an even crueler fate. Layla does what any sane woman does, she runs, not only does she run, she takes her sister with her and makes a power move no one sees coming and I'm here for it!! Having been discounted all her life she rebels in a way that makes everyone notice her, and helps to solidify Raz's claim.
But I loved Raz and Layla. I particularly love Layla because she reminds me so much of Bones (Dr. Brennan) her analytic skills were both amazing and amusing. I loved that she was a reader who like most of us used books as an escape from her reality, since she wasn't allowed to live life the way she wanted she might as well read about life being lived. I especially loved that she was a reader, she felt it could all be learnt from a book and brought her research with her. I love it!!!
Raz was a man on a mission; his life as heir, his family had all been stolen from him by Layla's father's betrayal of the rightful King, and he was going to right the wrong anyway possible. Having been banished from his families palace he sought refuge among the people of his lands, learning about their true needs and doing the best he could as a King without a throne. When Layla comes to him, he sees a way for revenge that won't cost his people their lives or create too much unrest. He also had other concerns, ones he really didn't want Layla to learn about. I loved reading his character, he was complex and had depth and was honorable and just so e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g awesome OK?!!!
Seems like a setup for Salem and Yazmin's story, is that what was happening?? I don't know; I do know if it is, I want to read it. I enjoyed this book immensely, Sarah Morgan is an excellent writer and I'm looking forward to reading more of her works in the future.
★★★★★
I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!!
Happy Reading
13 of 18 people found the following review helpful.
A Good Story and Quick Read
By Romance Reader's Bookshelf
In this book Princess Layla flees a pre-arranged marriage to a demented cruel man who wants to take over her fathers throne. She and her sister escape into the dessert to her fathers enemy Sheik Raz al Zahki, the rightful ruler. Sheik Raz agrees to help,and they agree that the best solution is to marry for the good of the kingdom. It would be a business agreement and not a true marriage because Raz has sworn never to love again after the death of his wife. Layla wasn't expecting Raz to decrees that they should be married within the hour. How will these two find happiness in such turmoil?
This was generally a good book. It didn't have a lot of drama or plot turns or twists. I think the book could have been a much better story with a few more scenes and information. In the author's defense, I'm sure that Harlequine has guidelines/ restrictions about the length of their books. Sometimes, Raz seems to be cruel and un-thoughtful. After they have sex, he often walks out without a word, and often doesn't return for days. Then, he seems surprised that she is hurt by this? Princess Layla seemed a bit wimpy to me. Throughout the book she just takes whatever anyone says or does to her without any resistance or complaint. Besides a few sentences to one character, she never really stands up for herself. She even says nothing when Raz tells her to stay away from his daughter in a unkind way. (Although she does defy him and go to her when the child has a nightmare and no one else comes to her aid.) I have read books where the bad boy is a bit cruel, but to me it was unrealistic for any woman (especially a Princess) to put up with so much mistreatment without yelling, silent protest, or at least saying something.
I have read Morgan's books in the past, and while this was good it isn't my favorite. But, I am sure most romance readers will like it. If you like a basic "good" story this is it. It was a great story with well developed characters, no editing issues and of course a HEA ("Happily Ever After") ending. It was a quick short read with a good story to keep you interested to the end.
Overall Story 3 out of 5 stars
Heat Index: 2 out of 5 stars
Over All Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
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