The Sheik and the Runaway Princess Susan Mallery
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Contents
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter One
Shed been an idiot, she told herself as she huddled under her thick cloak and listened to the storm howling all around her. Only someone incredibly foolish would have driven four hundred miles out into the desert by herself, and then left all signs of civilization behind, traveling with only a horse and a pack camel, looking for a stupid, mythical city that probably didnt even exist.
A particularly vicious gust of sand and wind nearly toppled her. Sabrina clutched her legs more firmly to her chest, rested her head on her knees and swore that no matter how long she livedassuming she survived her current predicamentshe was never, ever going to be impulsive again. Not even a little. All impulse had gotten her was lost and trapped in the middle of a sandstorm.
Worse, no one knew she was out here, so no one would be looking for her. Shed stalked off without saying a word to her father or her brothers. When she didnt show up for dinner, they would probably assume she was either sulking in her room or had taken off for Paris on a shopping trip. They would never think she was lost in the desert. Her brothers had warned her more than once that her crazy ideas were going to be the death of her. Shed never thought they might be right.
Heat and dryness pressed against her. She coughed, but couldnt seem to clear her throat. How long would the storm go on and would she be able to find her way when it was over?
She didnt have answers to her questions, so she tried not to think about them. Instead she wrapped her thick cloak around herself more tightly, staying low to the ground, hoping the storm wouldnt sweep her up in its power and blow her away. Shed heard stories about that sort of thing. Of course her brothers had been the ones telling the stories and they didnt always stick to the truth.
After what could have been hours, she thought she noticed a slight lessening of howls. Gradually she became aware that the gusts werent quite so strong and that it was getting easier to breathe. A few minutes later she risked peeking out from under her cloak.
There was good news and bad news. The good news was she wasnt dead. Yet. The bad news was her horse and the supply camel were gone, along with her food, water and maps. Almost worse, the storm had buried the makeshift road shed been following and had erased all the landmarks shed noticed on her way into the desert from the outpost where shed left the truck and horse trailer. The truck that wouldnt be found until someone else journeyed to the abandoned old building. That event could be weeks or even months away. How would she survive until then?
Sabrina