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She would live by the Sheikh’s rules–as his bride and queen!

When Jesslyn once knew him in London,Sharif Fehr was a playboy prince–their romance was carefree and fun.

Now Jesslyn has been summoned to the desert land that Sheikh Sharif rules. The intervening years have proved harsh and cruel and Sharif has grown used to his word being law. No one dares challenge him- except Jesslyn who refuses to take his orders! But for all her sweet insolence, Sharif is sure of one thing: she will obey his ultimate command and submit – to becoming his wife and queen!

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The Sheikh’s Chosen Queen

Book 1 of The The Desert Kings Series

She would live by the Sheikh’s rules–as his bride and queen!

When Jesslyn once knew him in London,Sharif Fehr was a playboy prince–their romance was carefree and fun.

Now Jesslyn has been summoned to the desert land that Sheikh Sharif rules. The intervening years have proved harsh and cruel and Sharif has grown used to his word being law. No one dares challenge him- except Jesslyn who refuses to take his orders! But for all her sweet insolence, Sharif is sure of one thing: she will obey his ultimate command and submit – to becoming his wife and queen!

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The Sheikh’s Chosen Queen

The low heels on Jesslyn Heaton’s practical navy pumps clicked briskly against the sidewalk as she left the administrative office.

It was the last day of school and mercifully the students had finally been sent home stuffed full of cupcakes and gallons of shocking red punch. All she had to do now was close her room for the summer.

“Going anywhere fun for holiday, Miss Heaton?” a student asked, his thin reedy voice breaking on her name.

Jesslyn glanced up from the paperwork she’d pulled from her faculty mailbox. “Aaron, you haven’t left yet? School ended hours ago.”

The freckle faced teen blushed. “Forgot something,” he mumbled, his flush deepening as he reached into his backpack to retrieve a small package wrapped in white paper and tied with a purple silk ribbon. “For you. My mom picked it out. But it was my idea.”

“A present.” Jesslyn smiled and adjusted the pile of paperwork in her arms to take the gift. “That’s so thoughtful, but Aaron, it’s not necessary. I’ll see you next school term–”

“I won’t be back.” His shoulders rose and he hunched miserably into the backpack he’d slung again onto his thin back. “We’re moving this summer. Dad’s been transferred back to the States. Anchorage, I think.”

Having taught Middle School at the small American School in the United Arab Emirates for the past six years, Jesslyn had witnessed how abruptly students came and went.

“I’m sorry,” she said knowing that this was a fact of life for the family of a petroleum engineer.

He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets. “Maybe you could tell the other kids? Tell them to email me, write, you know?”

“I will. I promise.”

“Goodbye, Miss Heaton.”

His voice cracked again and it was the crack in his voice along with the way he hung his head that nearly undid her. These children, children of ex-pats, went through so much. Foreign homes, foreign lives, change the only constant. “Goodbye, Aaron.”

Then like that he’d turned around and was gone, rushing down the empty corridors of the school.

Jesslyn watched his hasty departure for a moment before unlocking the door to her deserted classroom.
 
Hard to believe that another school year had ended. It seemed like only yesterday she was handing out the mountain of textbooks and carefully printing children’s names in her class register. Now they were gone and for the next two months she was free.

Well, she’d be free as soon as she closed up her classroom and she couldn’t do that until she tackled her last, and least favorite task, washing the chalkboards.

Twenty minutes later her once crisp navy dress stuck to the small of her back and perspiration matted the heavy dark hair at her nape.

What a job, she thought, wrinkling her nose as she rinsed out the filthy sponge in the sink.

A knocked sounded on her door and then Dr. Maddox her principal appeared in the doorway. “Miss Heaton, you’ve a guest.”

Jesslyn turned eagerly towards the door, thinking her boyfriend, Robert, a teacher at the American School in Dubai, had arrived early, but it wasn’t Robert. It was Sharif Fehr. Prince Sharif Fehr.

Stunned, Jesslyn squeezed the wet sponge, water streaming through her trembling fingers.

Sharif stood in her doorway, tall, imposing, so much bigger than she’d remembered.

Dr. Maddox cleared her throat. “Miss Heaton, it is my pleasure to introduce you our most generous school benefactor, His Royal Highness—“

“Sharif,” Jesslyn whispered, unable to stop herself.

“Jesslyn,” Sharif answered with a slight nod.

And just like that, her name spoken in his rich, deep voice made the years disappear.

The last time she’d seen him they’d been younger, so much younger. She’d been a young woman in her first year of teaching at the American School in London. And he’d been a gorgeous, rebel Arab prince that wore jeans and flip flops and baggy cashmere sweatshirts.

Seeing him now, he looked like someone altogether different. His baggy sweatshirts were gone, and the faded, torn jeans were replaced by an elegant dark suit, a fitted dress shirt and a perfectly knotted Italian silk tie.

His hair was shorter, too, but the color was still that glossy black that had always made her want to touch it, feel the thick strands for herself.

Confused, Dr. Maddox glanced from one to the other. “You know each other?”

Sharif didn’t answer forcing Jesslyn to answer for both of them. “We…we went to school together,” she stammered, cheeks heating. 

Sharif’s eyes met hers and held, the corner of his mouth sardonically lifted.

They didn’t go to school together. They weren’t even enrolled in school at the same time. He was six years older than she was and although he didn’t dress like it, he was a very successful financial analyst in London when they met.

They’d dated for several years, too, and when it ended, she was certain she’d never see him again.

She hadn’t wanted to ever see him again. 
Yet now he was here.

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The Sheikh’s Chosen Queen is currently available in digital format only:

Harlequin Presents

ISBN: 0373127170

April 1, 2008

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  • M’hanncha (‘the Snake’) →

    In The Sheikh’s Chosen Queen, King Sharif’s chef serves M’hanncha for dessert on Jesslyn’s first night at the palace. Saad Fayed is a restaurateur with an avid interest in preparing Middle Eastern cuisine. He has lived and traveled in many Middle Eastern countries, experiencing the many flavors and specialties of each region.  Click over — I am sharing Saad Fayed’s recipe with readers!

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  • Dubai →

    Dubai is a melting pot. It is home to many nationalities from all parts of the world and a place where you can walk down the street and not feel completely out of place. There are stories that Dubai really got its start from the pirates and smugglers who sailed the seas in ancient times. Perhaps it’s true… Maybe not.

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Reviews for The Sheikh’s Chosen Queen

  • “Jesslyn Heaton is shocked when nine years after her intense relations with Sharif Fehr ended, he suddenly re-enters her life. Now a widower, he asks the teacher to come to his kingdom to help his daughters, who are having trouble in school. But secretly he wants to find out why Jesslyn ended their relationship without giving him a reason. Jesslyn realizes she’s still in love with Sharif and made a terrible mistake all those years ago. What will happen when he learns her secret? Jane Porter’s The Sheikh’s Chosen Queen is a wildly romantic and emotionally intense story about finding and reclaiming your soul mate. This is a couple with scorching chemistry.” (awarded 4-and-a-half stars, Top Pick!)

    — Romantic Times BOOKreviews

  • “Yet again, Jane Porter mesmerizes her readers with a magnificent and magical “sheikh” story, part of The Desert King series… You’ll love Sharif, his lack of understanding of how to be the father his girls need and how Jesslyn helps to heal and bring this family together through love and determination. It’s an exceptional romantic and sweet story as only Jane Porter can write with promises of more to come in her next release, Captive Bride.”

    — Marilyn, The Pink Heart Society

  • “Jane Porter continues to shine with her latest Harlequin Presents, The Sheikh’s Chosen Queen. Wonderfully written, The Sheikh’s Chosen Queen wallops you in the heart with its emotional and sexual intensity. Jesslyn’s a strong, confident heroine who now stands up to Sharif and his mother, something she wasn’t able to do as a younger woman. How she brings Sharif’s children to life and makes them a family is touching and heart-warming. The epilogue was a perfect addition to the ending that will make the reader tear up. You can’t ask for a more wonderful Presents reading experience. The Sheikh’s Chosen Queen is highly recommended!.” (awarded 4-and-a-half stars!)

    — Debora Hosey, Romance Readers Connection

  • “My heart was captured by the love Sharif has for his daughters. We get to know the girls through the story and my heart broke for them as each new piece of the puzzle was revealed. Jesslyn is a teacher and has that deep love of all children—especially those in need. In many ways, her personality and compassion reminded me of Princess Diana and all she did for children. Sharif is a man who has become adept at making sure no emotion leaks out. However, still waters run deep. I was rooting for him to be as assertive in his life as he is with his country. Jesslyn and Sharif really touched my heart and I am looking forward to the other stories in this series.”

    — Robyn Roberts, Once Upon a Romance Review