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Climax of Passion
When they meet, he declares that they are meant for each other, but doesn't believe in destiny. Then the Sheikh accuses her of using him to clear her father's name.
Amanda is branded a traitor, and there are consequences...so she offers Xa Shiraq a bargain: one night of love in return for her freedom. But where will this dangerous liaison lead?
Amanda is branded a traitor, and there are consequences...so she offers Xa Shiraq a bargain: one night of love in return for her freedom. But where will this dangerous liaison lead?
187 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1995
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Emma Darcy
643 books332 followersEmma Darcy is the pseudonym created by the married writing team of Wendy (1940-2020) and Frank Brennan (1936-1995). Their life journey has taken as many twists and turns as the characters in their stories, whose international popularity has resulted in over sixty-million book sales. With more than a hundred titles, Emma Darcy appeared regularly on the Waldenbooks bestseller lists in the U.S.A. and in the Nielson BookScan Top 100 chart in the U.K.
Wendy was born 28 November 1940 in Australia. Her sister was the novelist Maureen Mary (Miranda Lee). Her father was a country school teacher and brilliant sportsman. Her mother was a talented dressmaker. She obtained an Honours degree in Latin and initially worked as a high school English/French teacher. She married Frank Brennan, an Australian businessman born in 1936. She changed careers to computer programming before marriage and motherhood settled her into a community life. She was reputedly the first woman computer programmer in the southern hemisphere.
As voracious readers, the step to writing their own books seemed a natural progression and the challenge of creating exciting stories was soon highly addictive. They were published since 1983. In 1993, for the Emma Darcy pseudonym's 10th anniversary, they created the "Emma Darcy Award Contest" to encourage authors to finish their manuscripts. After the death of Frank Brennan in 1995, Wendy wrotes books on her own. She lived in a beachside property on the central coast of New South Wales, and liked to travel extensively to research settings and increase her experience of places and people.
Wendy Brennan passed away on December 21, 2020. She is survived by her children, grandchildren, and sister, writer Miranda Lee.
Wendy was born 28 November 1940 in Australia. Her sister was the novelist Maureen Mary (Miranda Lee). Her father was a country school teacher and brilliant sportsman. Her mother was a talented dressmaker. She obtained an Honours degree in Latin and initially worked as a high school English/French teacher. She married Frank Brennan, an Australian businessman born in 1936. She changed careers to computer programming before marriage and motherhood settled her into a community life. She was reputedly the first woman computer programmer in the southern hemisphere.
As voracious readers, the step to writing their own books seemed a natural progression and the challenge of creating exciting stories was soon highly addictive. They were published since 1983. In 1993, for the Emma Darcy pseudonym's 10th anniversary, they created the "Emma Darcy Award Contest" to encourage authors to finish their manuscripts. After the death of Frank Brennan in 1995, Wendy wrotes books on her own. She lived in a beachside property on the central coast of New South Wales, and liked to travel extensively to research settings and increase her experience of places and people.
Wendy Brennan passed away on December 21, 2020. She is survived by her children, grandchildren, and sister, writer Miranda Lee.
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August 15, 2018
Re Climax of Passion - Emma Darcy goes for the climax of all Sheikhy Lurve stories, with the Sheikhy of the Sheikiest ever in this one. She even outdoes her Dance Off extravaganza she treated us to in the earlier The Falcon's Mistress.
This is HP pastiche at it's very finest and if you are serious about the Sheikhy Lurve Trope - you will want to stay well away from this very irreverent, but pretty funny Love in the Desert HP outing.
First we meet our H, Xa Shiraq. As we can see from the opening words...
This is a Sheikhy Dude who has it goin' on.
Then we learn about The Geologist's Daughter - who is our h in this Desert Lurve Extravaganza- She is a woman of fierce determination, a blonde bombshell of competence and rare beauty with eyes like the sea and a burning need to clear her father's disgraced name.
Currently our h is managing a third rate hotel just outside the Sheikdom of Xabia, she is being put upon by a slime swiller boss and a recalcitrant general manager while trying to get permission to enter Xabia to find her father's lost discovery of super seekrit unlimited power source and air cleaning crystals.
Fortunately our Sheikh of Sheikhiness has a plan to sort all this, not to mention he owns the Hotel Chain the h is currently working for.
In his alter ego disguises of Jebel Haffa, loyal militarist supporter of Xa Shariq and Mr. Complimentary Upgrade - anonymous owner wanting the Presidential Suite and bearing an unsigned letter of unlimited authority from Xa Shariq- our H will give the h just enough rope to hang herself and then swoop in for the hauling her over the horse tradition and then carrying her off to be his devoted slave of lurve.
Thus it is written in the Desert Sands of Destiny and thus it will be so. Xa Shariq wills it.
So the H shows up as Mr. Complimentary Upgrade at the h's hotel and demands the best suite. The h's slime slurper boss refuses, the H's letter is unsigned and he doesn't have to just give the best suite to wildly dangerous guys with piercing eyes who wander in off the street.
The H warns him, but the slime slurper boss tosses the H's letter of authority with the official seal away and things gets interesting. The H calls over his assistant and the h's slime slurper boss AND the hotel's General Manager are fired by letter duly signed by Xa Shariq's right hand man, Jebel Haffa. (Who is really the other alter ego of Xa Shariq.)
The blonde bombshell h gets a promotion to the general managership of the hotel at precisely three o'clock, as it states in HER letter and she gets two minutes to get the H into his suite and onto suitable entertainment. The h proceeds to sweep up the H's official carte blanche letter out of the trash with alacrity, tucking it away for further use.
She ushers the H to his suite, gets him a magnum of Dom Pérignon, wards off the official Mr. Upgrade Sheikhy Lurve Declaration that the h will be his harem girl and arranges for the best of the bazaar Seven Veil dancers to come and entertain Mr. Upgrade by doing the best Dance of the Seven Veils since Salomé, hopefully distracting Mr. Upgrade enough to let the h get away.
Then the h takes the letter and hies herself out to Xabia. She gets a teen aged guide with a million cousins and their wives and their camels to take her to the mountains. The big expedition to find her dear dead dad's big crystal discovery is on.
Her guide, Mocca, tells the h not to worry about the expense, with her letter giving her free access, he is just invoicing the palace - and prompt payors they are too!
So we all set off for the mysterious mountains at the end of the desert. Along the way we are joined by mysterious tribesmen, with an even more mysterious figure in black who may or may not be Jebel Haffa, but is certainly intriguing the h and after many travails in the desert heat, we finally arrive.
Then the H manages to get the h off on her own and we go to the other mountain - the big expedition is going to the larger mountain, which the h originally thought was the correct one on her father's map, but now she knows there are two and it is the smaller one that holds the big discovery.
After many words and looks of passion and longing and a lot of saddle sores, cause the h is not used to ridding a horse all day, we ascend the mountain and the H uses a hydraulic jack to lift up a really big rock blocking a seekrit entrance.
Inside the cave is the h's father's big discovery and the H is eloquent in his statement that these super duper magic energy and air freshening crystals will never be revealed to the world. His country isn't poor and they don't need the money and they don't need the foreign invasions that would occur if their existence should ever be known.
By now our blonde bombshell h is mesmerized by the longing looks in Xa Shariq's eyes, so she is quite agreeable to keeping the secret. At least SHE knows her dad wasn't looney toons at the end, tho she is sad the world can't know it too. The mysterious H, still in seekrit identity mode, sends the h out of the cave first - telling her has to get something.
The h wiggles out of the opening and the giant boulder blocking the entrance comes crashing down!
OH NOES! The h desperately goes for the horse she can't ride very well, frantically searching for the mysterious desert tribe to come help her get that poor man trapped in the cave rescued.
After a furious pace across the desert sands with the sound of a helicopter flying off overhead, the h finds the mysterious tribesman and is summarily taken captive, but everybody is strictly forbidden to touch her, so she has to fall off her horse instead of being helped down.
The h is carted off to the legendary domicile of Xa Shariq and after a bath and some scrubbings and some hair oiling, where she is told Xa Shariq has given her Princess status in Xabia, she is led before her future lord and master and the deception is revealed.
The h is glad the H was able to use the seekrit transmitter in his ring to call his helicopter and that there was a little cave leading up to the mountain peak for the H to crawl up and be rescued, but she really has to take exception to the H stating that she tried to kill him by sealing him in the cave and she ESPECIALLY takes exception to being one of a long line of rebellious princesses who periodically get thrown into a dark hole with rats.
(Even tho the H's assistant ASSURES her that 'more princesses ended up in the rat-hole, per capita of population, than any other category of our people. It was... uh... standard procedure in cases of...' he coughed '.. .rebellious intransigence.')
Well the h declares that the H's justice is blind, cause she most assuredly DID NOT TRY to kill him and the H declares that she can open his eyes by dancing for him - the Dancer of the Seven Veils she got from the bazaar was not entertaining enough and she was fat - so only the h will do and she only gets to have ONE veil. So she better get cracking or it is the dark rat hole for her.
The h gathers up her Princess powers of sailing on and ponders the situation - the H has bowls of jasmine placed about because the scent is supposed to make the ladies ravenous for the carnal appetites.
Finally the h realizes that she doesn't have an emergency blue spangly leotard and there are no copies of Vangelis's Chariots of Fire available for Rhythmic Gymnastics. She is really going to have to dance and she really needs a veil.
Enter Gaia, a lady of Xabia and the best Veil maker in the world. (The seekrit to the One Veil dance that was used by the Queen of Sheba to bind King Solomon to her will is all in the superseekrit strategic stitching - that conceals just little more than it reveals.)
So the h gets her One Veil and gathers up her courage, the H has declared that she will dance for him at midnight and it better be convincing, cause the rat hole awaits and the punishment for trying to kill him is dire.
The h enters the jasmine scented rooms with a dramatic dropping of her cloak, stares deep into Xa Shariq's eyes and with all of her considerable Lurve Force Mojo Will, insists that Xa Shariq needs to dance WITH her.
The H tries mightily to resist the sea tide beckoning of the h's eyes, but all that jasmine is really stirring him up and when the h makes her Veil shimmy with an enticing move and the H steps close enough to put a finger on her .....
Well we get so many pages of Purple Passion Mojo until we are all cast adrift on the Transcendent Golden Shores of Bliss that a shower to get rid of the aubergine tint is recommended after reading them.
Needless to say, the h doesn't spend anytime in the dark hole with the rats - in fact putting Princesses in Dark Rat Holes is specifically forbidden from here on out and it gets written into the official Xabian Constitution.
The H and h are going to be married in duly wedded pink and purple tinted bliss and as an added bonus, the former slime slurper boss of the h from the hotel had the very bad taste to call ladies with the blonde bombshell hair color stupid, dumb and female dogs and in retaliation, he got paraded around the H's capital city and had dung and other assorted nasty things thrown on him.
Then, in the ultimate reminder not to dump nasty messes on other people and treat everybody respectfully in the future, the slime slurper got painted in asafoetida, (which smells disgustingly bad, srsly) and driven out of the country - tho the h took pity on him and let him have a scrub brush and some strong soap to scrub off with later.
So the H has captured the only woman who can totally surprise him - cause he was really surprised when a closer inspection showed that the hydraulics on his jack failed and dropped the rock back into position and the h was totally innocent- and the h gets to be the Royal Queen of Xabia, (and she gets to keep the really enticing Veil with strategic stitching to coax Xa Shariq out his grumbly moods,) for a really Epic Desert Sheikhy Lurve HPlandia outing complete with riding off into the rosy sunset HEA.
This is HP pastiche at it's very finest and if you are serious about the Sheikhy Lurve Trope - you will want to stay well away from this very irreverent, but pretty funny Love in the Desert HP outing.
First we meet our H, Xa Shiraq. As we can see from the opening words...
XA SHIRAQ was notable for many things. His eyes were stygian black and deeply socketed. It was said they could see through any duplicity. They could burn with the heat of the desert or be as cold and cutting as the wind from the topmost peaks of the Atlas Mountains in the freezing heart of winter. They revealed nothing, yet they knew everything.
He had not inherited the Sheikhdom of Xabia. He had won the right to rule through the sheer force of his will and character. He retained and increased his power by not letting anything escape his notice. His vigilance over matters that others might regard as of little consequence, was legendary. Its effect was that Xa Shiraq was never surprised. He had no intention of ever being surprised.
This is a Sheikhy Dude who has it goin' on.
Then we learn about The Geologist's Daughter - who is our h in this Desert Lurve Extravaganza- She is a woman of fierce determination, a blonde bombshell of competence and rare beauty with eyes like the sea and a burning need to clear her father's disgraced name.
Currently our h is managing a third rate hotel just outside the Sheikdom of Xabia, she is being put upon by a slime swiller boss and a recalcitrant general manager while trying to get permission to enter Xabia to find her father's lost discovery of super seekrit unlimited power source and air cleaning crystals.
Fortunately our Sheikh of Sheikhiness has a plan to sort all this, not to mention he owns the Hotel Chain the h is currently working for.
In his alter ego disguises of Jebel Haffa, loyal militarist supporter of Xa Shariq and Mr. Complimentary Upgrade - anonymous owner wanting the Presidential Suite and bearing an unsigned letter of unlimited authority from Xa Shariq- our H will give the h just enough rope to hang herself and then swoop in for the hauling her over the horse tradition and then carrying her off to be his devoted slave of lurve.
Thus it is written in the Desert Sands of Destiny and thus it will be so. Xa Shariq wills it.
So the H shows up as Mr. Complimentary Upgrade at the h's hotel and demands the best suite. The h's slime slurper boss refuses, the H's letter is unsigned and he doesn't have to just give the best suite to wildly dangerous guys with piercing eyes who wander in off the street.
The H warns him, but the slime slurper boss tosses the H's letter of authority with the official seal away and things gets interesting. The H calls over his assistant and the h's slime slurper boss AND the hotel's General Manager are fired by letter duly signed by Xa Shariq's right hand man, Jebel Haffa. (Who is really the other alter ego of Xa Shariq.)
The blonde bombshell h gets a promotion to the general managership of the hotel at precisely three o'clock, as it states in HER letter and she gets two minutes to get the H into his suite and onto suitable entertainment. The h proceeds to sweep up the H's official carte blanche letter out of the trash with alacrity, tucking it away for further use.
She ushers the H to his suite, gets him a magnum of Dom Pérignon, wards off the official Mr. Upgrade Sheikhy Lurve Declaration that the h will be his harem girl and arranges for the best of the bazaar Seven Veil dancers to come and entertain Mr. Upgrade by doing the best Dance of the Seven Veils since Salomé, hopefully distracting Mr. Upgrade enough to let the h get away.
Then the h takes the letter and hies herself out to Xabia. She gets a teen aged guide with a million cousins and their wives and their camels to take her to the mountains. The big expedition to find her dear dead dad's big crystal discovery is on.
Her guide, Mocca, tells the h not to worry about the expense, with her letter giving her free access, he is just invoicing the palace - and prompt payors they are too!
So we all set off for the mysterious mountains at the end of the desert. Along the way we are joined by mysterious tribesmen, with an even more mysterious figure in black who may or may not be Jebel Haffa, but is certainly intriguing the h and after many travails in the desert heat, we finally arrive.
Then the H manages to get the h off on her own and we go to the other mountain - the big expedition is going to the larger mountain, which the h originally thought was the correct one on her father's map, but now she knows there are two and it is the smaller one that holds the big discovery.
After many words and looks of passion and longing and a lot of saddle sores, cause the h is not used to ridding a horse all day, we ascend the mountain and the H uses a hydraulic jack to lift up a really big rock blocking a seekrit entrance.
Inside the cave is the h's father's big discovery and the H is eloquent in his statement that these super duper magic energy and air freshening crystals will never be revealed to the world. His country isn't poor and they don't need the money and they don't need the foreign invasions that would occur if their existence should ever be known.
By now our blonde bombshell h is mesmerized by the longing looks in Xa Shariq's eyes, so she is quite agreeable to keeping the secret. At least SHE knows her dad wasn't looney toons at the end, tho she is sad the world can't know it too. The mysterious H, still in seekrit identity mode, sends the h out of the cave first - telling her has to get something.
The h wiggles out of the opening and the giant boulder blocking the entrance comes crashing down!
OH NOES! The h desperately goes for the horse she can't ride very well, frantically searching for the mysterious desert tribe to come help her get that poor man trapped in the cave rescued.
After a furious pace across the desert sands with the sound of a helicopter flying off overhead, the h finds the mysterious tribesman and is summarily taken captive, but everybody is strictly forbidden to touch her, so she has to fall off her horse instead of being helped down.
The h is carted off to the legendary domicile of Xa Shariq and after a bath and some scrubbings and some hair oiling, where she is told Xa Shariq has given her Princess status in Xabia, she is led before her future lord and master and the deception is revealed.
The h is glad the H was able to use the seekrit transmitter in his ring to call his helicopter and that there was a little cave leading up to the mountain peak for the H to crawl up and be rescued, but she really has to take exception to the H stating that she tried to kill him by sealing him in the cave and she ESPECIALLY takes exception to being one of a long line of rebellious princesses who periodically get thrown into a dark hole with rats.
(Even tho the H's assistant ASSURES her that 'more princesses ended up in the rat-hole, per capita of population, than any other category of our people. It was... uh... standard procedure in cases of...' he coughed '.. .rebellious intransigence.')
Well the h declares that the H's justice is blind, cause she most assuredly DID NOT TRY to kill him and the H declares that she can open his eyes by dancing for him - the Dancer of the Seven Veils she got from the bazaar was not entertaining enough and she was fat - so only the h will do and she only gets to have ONE veil. So she better get cracking or it is the dark rat hole for her.
The h gathers up her Princess powers of sailing on and ponders the situation - the H has bowls of jasmine placed about because the scent is supposed to make the ladies ravenous for the carnal appetites.
Finally the h realizes that she doesn't have an emergency blue spangly leotard and there are no copies of Vangelis's Chariots of Fire available for Rhythmic Gymnastics. She is really going to have to dance and she really needs a veil.
Enter Gaia, a lady of Xabia and the best Veil maker in the world. (The seekrit to the One Veil dance that was used by the Queen of Sheba to bind King Solomon to her will is all in the superseekrit strategic stitching - that conceals just little more than it reveals.)
So the h gets her One Veil and gathers up her courage, the H has declared that she will dance for him at midnight and it better be convincing, cause the rat hole awaits and the punishment for trying to kill him is dire.
The h enters the jasmine scented rooms with a dramatic dropping of her cloak, stares deep into Xa Shariq's eyes and with all of her considerable Lurve Force Mojo Will, insists that Xa Shariq needs to dance WITH her.
The H tries mightily to resist the sea tide beckoning of the h's eyes, but all that jasmine is really stirring him up and when the h makes her Veil shimmy with an enticing move and the H steps close enough to put a finger on her .....
Well we get so many pages of Purple Passion Mojo until we are all cast adrift on the Transcendent Golden Shores of Bliss that a shower to get rid of the aubergine tint is recommended after reading them.
Needless to say, the h doesn't spend anytime in the dark hole with the rats - in fact putting Princesses in Dark Rat Holes is specifically forbidden from here on out and it gets written into the official Xabian Constitution.
The H and h are going to be married in duly wedded pink and purple tinted bliss and as an added bonus, the former slime slurper boss of the h from the hotel had the very bad taste to call ladies with the blonde bombshell hair color stupid, dumb and female dogs and in retaliation, he got paraded around the H's capital city and had dung and other assorted nasty things thrown on him.
Then, in the ultimate reminder not to dump nasty messes on other people and treat everybody respectfully in the future, the slime slurper got painted in asafoetida, (which smells disgustingly bad, srsly) and driven out of the country - tho the h took pity on him and let him have a scrub brush and some strong soap to scrub off with later.
So the H has captured the only woman who can totally surprise him - cause he was really surprised when a closer inspection showed that the hydraulics on his jack failed and dropped the rock back into position and the h was totally innocent- and the h gets to be the Royal Queen of Xabia, (and she gets to keep the really enticing Veil with strategic stitching to coax Xa Shariq out his grumbly moods,) for a really Epic Desert Sheikhy Lurve HPlandia outing complete with riding off into the rosy sunset HEA.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
August 21, 2018
With a title like Climax of Passion, I was hoping to find loads of passion contained within but didn't have any luck. The subplots hindered the already meager romance: hero seemed solely preoccupied with protecting his country's interests; heroine seemed solely preoccupied with clearing her father's name. Their energies unfortunately didn't channel over into much passion for each other! Don't get me started on the oddities of some of the plot aspects. Appropriate for an Austin Powers movie, but it felt out of place for a Harlequin.
It didn't help that neither protagonists stood out as remarkable nor very likable. Xa Shariq particularly turned me off for several reasons. Jerkwad. What about Amanda? I can't dredge up much to say about her other than, meh.
Emma Darcy must have been experiencing writer's block (or smoking something) when she wrote this unromantic romance.
It didn't help that neither protagonists stood out as remarkable nor very likable. Xa Shariq particularly turned me off for several reasons. Jerkwad. What about Amanda? I can't dredge up much to say about her other than, meh.
Emma Darcy must have been experiencing writer's block (or smoking something) when she wrote this unromantic romance.
May 30, 2021
Ridiculous title and premise but like most things HPlandia, this one worked for me
June 17, 2022
Did not like this book at all....
May 31, 2024
More like "Faking an Orgasm", only yell "No! NO!! NO!!!" instead.
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December 23, 2024So bad don’t think I have read such a load of rubbish in my life!
August 21, 2016
This is hands-down one of the worst romance novels (or novel of any kind) that I have read in a very long time. I picked up the book, despite the terrible title, because I had enjoyed another book or two by this author. Well, this book certainly did not resemble the others. OMG. I am not sure I can remember to list all the ways in which it was awful. My husband finally begged me to stop reading him choice segments (What did him in? was it the hero spilling "the seeds of his deepest passion"? Calling his helicopter with a transmitter in his signet ring? the author's repeated use of the phrase "mating" as a supposedly steamy description? Who can say?). If this had been a fantasy romance novel, set in another world/ galaxy, it might have been less offensive than a contemporary romance novel published in the 90s, wherein any people (described intermittently as Arabs or Berbers) as treated as curious, personality-less caricatures of a "native" culture. I believe the word "primitive" was even used to describe the heroine's ideas of what sex with the hero would be like. The story read like an Arabian nights-like fantasy romance written by a white Englishwoman a hundred years ago, just with more sex. Not much. but more. But even as a fantasy novel, the connection between the characters would have fallen short, as it was insta-love between the two main, disparate characters, not consummated til the end of the story, when the heroine needs to prove her innocence of abandoning the hero to his death for mercenary reasons/ her true love for him by dressing up in a sheer veil outfit and dancing/ having sex with him (and thereby avoiding her fate of being thrown into a rat-filled dungeon in the castle forever). Yes, I am giving all the spoilers. Do yourself a favor. Do not read this book. Unless you are in the mood for mocking a really badly written book, and do not mind the racist condescension towards "natives" and their cultures, being used as subservient punchlines for not-funny jokes. This book is the worst. The only reason I finished it was that I kept thinking "Surely this book can't ACTUALLY be this bad and still get published. It has to get better." It didn't. I'm so annoyed that I never want to reread the author's other book, which I'd read several times in the past and enjoyed. Run, don't walk, the other way.
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April 16, 2021
When East meets West…the result is passion!"
He is Xa Shiraq, sheikh of Xabia…
She is Amanda Buchanan, independent hotelier…
When they meet, he declares that they are meant for each other, but what does Amanda have to offer such a man? Then the sheikh accuses her of using him to try to clear her father's name. So Amanda offers Xa Shiraq a bargain one night of love in return for her freedom. But where will this dangerous liaison lead? Amanda finds herself hoping that she will remain the sheikh's captive for ever and ever and ever
He is Xa Shiraq, sheikh of Xabia…
She is Amanda Buchanan, independent hotelier…
When they meet, he declares that they are meant for each other, but what does Amanda have to offer such a man? Then the sheikh accuses her of using him to try to clear her father's name. So Amanda offers Xa Shiraq a bargain one night of love in return for her freedom. But where will this dangerous liaison lead? Amanda finds herself hoping that she will remain the sheikh's captive for ever and ever and ever
June 20, 2016
Will never read again, utter nonsense.
This book was not enjoyable at all. It was way too complex , and for what? The storyline did not make any sense to me, and it was entirely unrealistic and unrelatable. The hero did not even give the heroine his name, and let her know who he really was until very late in the book. What crap is that? It seems as if he was almost mythical. There was no romance whatsoever. Only a suggestion of as if it being written in the stars.
This book was not enjoyable at all. It was way too complex , and for what? The storyline did not make any sense to me, and it was entirely unrealistic and unrelatable. The hero did not even give the heroine his name, and let her know who he really was until very late in the book. What crap is that? It seems as if he was almost mythical. There was no romance whatsoever. Only a suggestion of as if it being written in the stars.
April 22, 2012
Titre vf : Prisonnière du désert
May 28, 2014
the sypnosis is no gud!it describes only what happens at the very end. most of the book was abt them meeting and falling in love. neway i got bored, too much introspection on amanda's part!
April 20, 2015
I would have given this book 3 stars except for the whole rat-hole thing.
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August 16, 2008Climax Of Passion (Dangerous Liasons) (Harlequin Presents, No 1771) by Emma Darcy (1995)
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