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Author Dana Marton has written over fifteen novels for Harlequin Intrigue, stories that feature breathtaking suspense and passionate romance. She is the recipient of the Daphne DuMaurier Award of Excellence.

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He looked up at the wood beams of the rustic cabin's ceiling and, for one bewildering moment, couldn't remember anything. He didn't know how he'd come to be there, in the out-of-place hospital bed, hooked up to machines. He didn't even know his own name.

All he knew was that he was in danger. And choking.

He yanked out the tubes that obstructed his airway and drew a ragged breath. As he breathed, in great heaving gulps, everything rushed back in a dizzying flood of information. A car explosion. Fire. Somebody trying to kill him.

Then a name: Amir Khalid.

He was Sheik Amir of Jamala, ruler of a small Mediterranean island nation. But this wasn't home, far from it. He was in Wyoming for a business summit and to find the American doctor who, for months now, had haunted his dreams.

He squinted against the late-afternoon sun that streamed in through the windows, still plenty hot in the middle of summer. Nothing but open land out there and a stand of trees in the distance. If he'd been rescued from the explosion, he would be in a hospital. That he was in the middle of nowhere could mean only one thing. Kidnapped.

A car door slammed outside.

He tugged off the medical attachments from his chest and arm, then sat up, a wave of dizziness hitting him. He held on to the edge of the bed. Anger swept through him, his hands fisting at the thought of being incapacitated and at the mercy of his enemies.

Get going. Get out.

He put his feet to the floor and pushed to standing, but his legs couldn't remember how to walk. His knees buckled.

Move. Escape.

He swallowed the bitterness bubbling up his throat. Not that long ago, his first thought wouldn't have been running. It would have been confronting his enemies, defeating them or going out in a blaze of glory. Now his first priority had to be his safety. The fate of a whole country depended on him; the lives of millions were in his hands. He had to let his security force handle the bastards who had put him in this shape, no matter how much beating a retreat went against his grain.

He needed to switch his hospital gown for real clothes, find a cell phone and a weapon—not necessarily in that order. The one-bedroom cabin held a sofa bed and his hospital bed in the living area, kitchen cabinets lining the far wall, the pots and pans on the shelf interspersed with old golf trophies. Nothing beyond the basic necessities, not even a TV. He noted the two doors, one to the outside, closed, one to a small bathroom, open. Keep moving.

He dragged himself over to the kitchen counter, leaning against the wall the whole way. His joints had rusted up; his muscles felt as if they'd gone on vacation. His mind was foggy; his thoughts disjointed. Maybe the explosion had given him a concussion. Frustration filled him to the brim, but was pierced by a ray of hope when he spotted the knife in the sink.

He grabbed the meager weapon, then stumbled toward the pegs on the wall by the front door, aiming for the worn rain slicker to cover the hospital gown he was wearing. He had almost reached it when the door opened—the blinding sunlight outlining a dark shape.

Head down, he put whatever strength he had into slamming the bastard into the wall and braced for pain. But instead of an eruption of violence, he nearly folded to the floor. Slim arms reached out to hold him up.

"You shouldn't be out of bed."

He looked up into blue eyes that were filled with concern and some other, harder emotion, a familiar face framed with long black hair. A new wave of confusion washed over him. "Isabelle?"

Maybe his concussion was more severe than he'd thought. Maybe he was hallucinating. But no, the woman in front of him was all too real. She took the knife from him as easily as if from a child, tossed it onto the counter and tried to help him back to the hospital bed.

His masculine pride insisted on the sofa, and so did he.

"Okay. For a little while," said that sensuous voice he hadn't been able to forget. "How do you feel?"

The same way he'd felt when he'd been thrown by the lead camel at a race a couple of years ago and stomped on by the rest. He wasn't about to tell her that, not until he got his bearings and figured out what was going on. His voice was rough and rusty as he asked the most basic question, "Where are we?"

"At my father's hunting cabin. He used to call it his escape pod. I don't think he actually ever hunted. He came here to avoid my mother." She talked to him slowly, in a reassuring tone, a doctor who knew she had a disoriented patient on her hands.

Yet there was some tightness around her eyes— anger?—that put him on guard. Just because he remembered her most fondly, it didn't mean she felt the same, although he couldn't think of why she would be mad at him.

Yet her posture was rigid. "How is your throat?"

He swallowed painfully. "Raw."

A slight breeze blew in through the open door. He turned his face into it for a second and figured out at last why the air smelled all wrong in this place. He couldn't smell the ocean.

He wanted to ask why they were here, but he registered her full body at last, his mind beginning to function a little better, the mental haze thinning. He blinked hard. "You're pregnant." His voice sounded even hoarser than before.

"Why, thank you for noticing," she said with a dose of sarcasm as she stepped away from him, moving briskly to the hospital bed to shut off the machines, then to the door to close it.

"Are we safe?"

"Nobody knows you're here."

He didn't feel safe. His instincts still signaled danger.

Everything around him was small, the cabin all wood and unfamiliar. His country being an island nation, they didn't have an overabundance of trees. Buildings were made of stone or brick, which kept their interior cool during the hot Mediterranean summers. He felt out of place here.

"I need my phone."

"Absolutely not." She had her strict doctor face on as she came back to him. "Whatever business you have can wait. First things first."

She reached for the old-fashioned blood-pressure cuff on the coffee table and wrapped it around his arm and started to pump it. Her long, slim fingers woke up nerve endings wherever she touched him.

"You shouldn't even be out of bed. Stay off your feet. Your blood pressure could drop without notice. You don't want to fall and bang yourself up all over again."

He needed to talk to her about the danger they were in, but his gaze kept slipping to her round belly. Disappointment and some other stronger emotion, one he didn't care to examine, filled up his chest. "You are married?"

"In this day and age, a woman doesn't need a husband to have a baby." She had a scowl on her face as she lifted a finger so he'd stay quiet while she counted. "Blood pressure's a little low, but not bad, all things considered." She put the cuff away, then left him again to go to the kitchen.

He wished she would stay put by his side for a while to give him a chance to drink in the sight of her, a chance to sort his thoughts into some order. Against her medical advice, he tried to rise, but his legs wouldn't support him, so he slumped back onto the sofa with ill grace.

"Who?" He wanted to know who had seduced her, then abandoned her, so he could have some words with the blackguard as soon as he felt better. The thought of anyone hurting Isabelle was intolerable. "What's his name?"

She was searching for something in the refrigerator, ignoring him. She was just as beautiful as he remembered, her movements graceful despite her swollen belly, her eyes intelligent and inquisitive.

Despite the months that had passed since their first and only meeting, his attraction hadn't lessened any.

"Want to tell me who wants you dead?" She put a pot of something on the electric stove, studiously keeping her eyes on the task, almost as if wanting to avoid his gaze.

"The million-dollar question." He sounded every bit as morose as he felt. His memory had big, gaping holes in it. "What happened last night? I don't remember everything."

He didn't remember when she'd come into the picture, or how he'd gotten here. He clamped his teeth, hating to admit weakness, hating to be sitting there, disoriented, clad only in a hospital gown— not exactly the image he'd planned to project when he'd decided to find the American doctor he'd had a two-day affair with, then couldn't forget.

"Let's see." She looked at him as she stirred the pot, and watched him carefully. "Last night I tried to catch up on my medical journals. You were in a coma. Same old, same old."

His mind, barely settled since he'd woken, went into another spin. "A coma? For more than a day?" Had the summit started without him? He was one of five royals, all leading small Mediterranean island nations, who'd come to the United States for trade negotiations and agreements about undersea oil fields. The economic recovery of other countries depended on this summit, not just his.

Pity suffused her delicate face. "A month. Take it easy, all right? You'll be fine. You made it. Don't stress yourself out. You need to keep calm and you need to be resting."

The cabin closed in around him, all that dark wood making him feel like he was trapped in a cave. He wanted the spacious rooms of his palace with their whitewashed walls and tall ceilings, with all those open views of the Mediterranean Sea surrounding his island. He wanted normal and familiar, a point of reference. His ears were buzzing.

"How?" The one-word question tore from his throat.

"Your limousine blew up on the road I usually take to work. I was driving to the hospital in Dumont for my shift, and there you were, trying to climb from the wreckage. I recognized you. You as...


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Product Details

  • Mass Market Paperback: 224 pages
  • Publisher: Harlequin (September 6, 2011)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0373695667
  • ISBN-13: 978-0373695669
  • Product Dimensions: 4.2 x 0.6 x 6.6 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 4 ounces
  • Average Customer Review: 5.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (15 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #1,662,246 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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By Melissa Kammer on September 14, 2011
Format: Mass Market Paperback
Amir Khalid, sheik of the Mediterranean island nation of Jamala, wakes up confused and disoriented in an isolated cabin. His immediate thought is that he has been kidnapped and he needs to escape. However, he soon learns that his captor is Dr. Isabelle Andrews, the woman he had a torrid weekend fling with but has never forgotten, and she is now quite pregnant with his child. He has no choice but to protect them both from his enemies, but he has been left weak from his comatose state. The thought of his unborn child strengthens him to take action, and to convince Isabelle that they must marry. Will he be able to keep his new found family safe? Will he uncover who is behind the plot to destroy him? And most importantly, will he persuade Isabelle that her place is by his side?

Dr. Isabelle Andrews has taken care of Amir for the past several weeks after witnessing the horrific explosion meant to take his life. She knew that to keep him safe she had to bypass the hospital leaving her father's cabin and the no longer needed medical equipment her only option. When he wakes and takes in the situation, she is relieved. However, when he demands that she marry him since she is carrying his royal heir, she refuses. Her son deserves to be raised in a loving home, and she will not marry out of some sense of duty. It soon becomes apparent that the cabin is no longer a safe refuge, and they take flight from a hail of bullets. She must trust Amir in knowing he will keep them safe. Will she survive all this madness? Will her son wait to be born? Is love too much to ask for?

Dana Marton gives her readers a quick romantic fix laced with intrigue and I was fortunate enough to receive a copy from the author for review.
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This is a fast paced always on the go story that keeps you wondering how on earth are the hero and heroine going to survive. Every time they think they have escaped the bad guys the bad guys show up again. And the heroine is nine months pregnant with the hero's baby. One has to wonder how she manages to survive all the things she goes through

Sheik Amir Khalid of Jamala known as the Black Sheep Sheik had just taken over the ruling of Jamala and doesn't need any more problems but when he and his friends ~ sheiks as well ~ arrive in the US for a summit meeting someone tries to kill Khalid by blowing up his limousine. He has been in a coma for a month when suddenly he wakes up and finds himself in a cabin with medical equipment attached to him. At first he thinks he has been kidnapped and is anxious to get away.

Dr. Isabelle Andrews had been intimate with Khalid nine months previous and was just about ready to deliver her baby. She had been on the scene when the limousine exploded and was able to get Khalid out of the car and had taken him to her father's fishing cabin and nursed him back to health. Now they are going on the run because his enemies have found him and are determined to kill him and Isabelle. Quite a chase ensues and they are captured then get free and are captured again until finally they get help from the other sheiks who are his friends and manage to defeat the bad guys just in time for Isabelle to have her baby.
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This is another great book by Dana Marton. I don't know how she does it but she packs so much story into a small amount of pages. The Black Sheep Sheik is only 219 pages but it's jam packed full of story and suspense and romance. There are bad guys and good guys and i kept guessing which was which.

From Dana Marton's website

Black Sheep Sheik is the exciting conclusion to the six-book miniseries Cowboys Royale that I was asked to write with five other authors. I hope you'll check them all out. Together the books tell the story of a brotherhood of royals who come to the United States on business and end up finding love. But each book is enjoyable on its own, having its own roller coaster plot and heart-warming romance. Happy reading!

Ok i was not fortunate enough to get to read the other 5 books in this series but I'm going to try and track them down. First i love sheik books and romantic suspense is my fav genre these days so these are right up my alley as they say. If the first 5 are as good as this one they will be worth tracking down. You can read this as a stand alone but a few parts of the book will clue you in that it's a series but it doesn't take away from this book at all. Isabelle meets Amir at a hospital costume party. She is dressed like a harem girl and he a prince. Little did she know it wasn't a costume. He is a sheik. Royalty from a small country. It was one of those love at first site things or perhaps lust at first site. They spent 2 days together pretty much in bed and then Isabelle snuck out. Isabelle is a surgeon at the hospital and lucky for Amir that she is because the next time he sees her he's in a hospital bed in a remote cabin in the Wyoming wilderness and in bad shape.
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Another awesome story! It was jammed pack with action, adventure, a strong women, a stronger man and all the fun that happens between them! Only thing is I will have to leave Dana's novels and read another's to finish up the Sheik love stories.....so not sure I can do that-I would feel like I was cheating!!!!! LOL!
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