Zara is an archaeologist, working in the ruins of an ancient city in the Barakat Emirates. On seeing her bathing in a waterfall in the desert near the work site, Prince Rafi falls in love with the bewitching Canadian. But before they can get to know each other properly, Zara is kidnapped by a bandit with a claim to the throne, and Rafi must find his way to her and rescue her, so that he may take her as his bride.
I'm kind of torn on how to rate this book. I think that my rating would depend greatly on whether I was in a mood for fantasy or not. Buying into this takes great suspension of disbelief. I rolled my eyes at the entire plot of Rafi finding his way to Zara's place of captivity and staying with her at night and bringing water and fresh clothes and a toothbrush and comb without any of this getting noticed by her captors. It was sweet, but just not practical. I mean, what if Jalal had come to interrogate her and sat on the foam padding that wasn't supposed to be there? What if the old woman brought a lantern that lit the place better and saw that her hair was neatly combed? What if someone had smelled toothpaste on her breath or wondered why her clothing was miraculously cleaner? Okay, so it supposedly resembled her original dress, but still. They could have jeopardised the entire mission just for a bit of comfort.
Two things bring the rating on this up for me. First, Alexandra Sellers shows a real mastery of descriptive language when it comes to things like clothing, art, jewellery, etc. Middle Eastern palaces - and the people in them - have a beauty and opulence that few western people can understand until they see for themselves, and even fewer can describe well, but Ms Sellers manages to bring her settings to life beautifully.
Second, I am hugely appreciative (like, really HUGELY) that Rafi was a gentleman. I've read quite a lot of romance novels featuring sheikhs and sultans (I currently have 16 on my sheikhs-sultans-and-princes-oh-my list) and almost without exception, the heroes are aloof and arrogant at best, or misogynistic and cruel at worst. If novels can be believed, Middle Eastern men - particularly the noble ones - are all moody and mean and kind of snobby, at least until they make exceptions for the women they fall for. Some sheikh stories are better than others, of course, and some of the men manage to walk that line between forgivably arrogant and outright asshole, but even the good ones tend to rub me the wrong way at the beginning. Rafi was a drink of cool water in the desert. Not once did he say anything sexist, demeaning, shaming or snobbish. He never got angry at Zara for her past relationships, or tried to take her forcefully, the way the worst heroes often do. He never even suggested that she stick to "women's work", the way even the better heroes tend to. He was unfailingly respectful, kind, honest, open, good at listening, willing to consider other points of view...he was awesome.
Those two things are why I've rated this 4 stars. The plot was more like a 2-3 star, but sometimes the characters make all the difference.