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Informationen zum Autor Selena Montgomery is the nom de plume of Stacey Abrams—she is the three-time New York Times bestselling author of Our Time Is Now, Lead from the Outside, and While Justice Sleeps ; an entrepreneur; and a political leader. As Selena Montgomery, she is an award-winning author of eight romantic suspense novels. Klappentext "Trouble comes in threes... One doomed love affair after another has made lovely Alex Walton swear off men. Now, she's determined to try something that maybe she can succeed at: a writing career. Little does she know that a chance meeting with a strikingly handsome stranger, a mysterious obelisk, and a lost kingdom will change her life forever. As Alex is about to discover, truth can be stranger-and far more dangerous-than fiction. ...but true love comes only once. After three years inside a terrorist organization, Phillip Turman is trying to rebuild his life. His first assignment is to pick up Alex Walton, the maid of honor for his best friend's wedding, at the airport. His second is to deal with his instant attraction to her. But his third may be the toughest: to keep Alex out of danger as his past-and her need to know about it-threaten to destroy their future"-- Leseprobe PROLOGUE Zeben lay quietly in his cell, eyes closed, waiting. The dreams grew stronger, more detailed. The months of captivity rankled, but he did not mind. Allah’s plan for his life loomed larger than those of the Jafirian government. God’s wishes trumped the petty desires of the ISA. Yaweh would free him from his captivity, if he only believed. The key to his freedom, to his return to power, had been stolen by the infidels. Taken by one who called him brother and betrayed him. His destiny called to him, its bright truth flickered in his visions. Yes, he now had visions to guide him, since his liberty had been taken. And in his latest vision, he’d witnessed his truth. Freedom and conquest were his destiny, and he would smite the thieves. His gaunt body shuddered with the power of his visions. Show me the infidels, and I will destroy them . Hands trembling, he clasped them in supplication. Show me the betrayer, and I will lay him low . Now, the trembling suffused his body. Show me the power, and it shall be mine . Keva, Zeben’s guard, approached the isolated cell, the boy’s scattered thoughts on the terrible row he’d had with his girlfriend. She’d been angry about the phone number scrawled in lipstick she’d found in his apartment. His stammered explanation of ignorance didn’t satisfy her, so tonight he’d bring flowers and candles. That should make her happy, he decided. Zeben’s dinner balanced precariously on a plastic tray, rounded and light. They claimed he was dangerous, would use any weapon at his disposal. But Keva had been assigned to Zeben for weeks now, without incident. Yes, the old man ranted about infidels and possessing a diamond the size of his fist. But he also muttered in his sleep about claiming the throne of Jafir. Every schoolchild knew the legend of the monarchy. The last rulers had been drowned in the Mediterranean twenty-five years ago, their bodies crushed against the rocks on the craggy shore. Because Jafir was a constitutional monarchy, the people mourned the loss of the royal family, but did not replace them. Aristocracy was bred in the bone, not assigned. Zeben was an old, senile fool of little threat, Keva decided. So he no longer hurried into the cell to deliver the meals and administer the prisoner’s medication, frightened of his shadow. “Arm and leg in cuffs,” he demanded in a voice not yet settled into manhood, speaking into an intercom. He noted the clicks as the arm and leg were securely attached to the wall, limiting Zeben’s range of motion. Zeben listened as the guard punched in the code that released the metal door to ...
