Spotlight & Giveaway: Carrying the Sheikh’s Heir by Lynn Raye Harris

Posted July 4th, 2014 by in Blog, Spotlight / 42 comments

Today it is my pleasure to Welcome USA Today Bestselling author Lynn Raye Harris to HJ!
Spotlight&Giveaway

HI Lynn, welcome 🙂

What would you say is your motto or maxim as a writer?

Lynn-Favorite_smallAlways give the reader an emotional, heart-wrenching read with a satisfying ending. And be sure to include some steam. 😉

Would you rather… visit the world 100 years into the past or 100 years into the future? Why?

100 years in the future. I can read about what happened in the past. I want to know what happens in the future! Where are computers going? We already carry around a mega-computer in our pockets that lets us access all the information in the world at our fingertips and talk to people on other continents. What will the future bring? It’s an exciting thought to me.

Let’s talk about your newest release: Carrying the Sheikh’s Heir

If you had to summarize the book for the readers here

CTSHActually, the back cover copy says it best. (And I wrote it, so I’m biased – first time they ever used what I sent!)

The desert king’s reluctant bride!

She’d meant to have a baby for her sister, but an IVF clinic mix-up means party planner Sheridan Sloane is now carrying the heir of Rashid al-Hassan, the desert king of Kyr!

Rashid demands marriage, but Sheridan isn’t convinced—he’s sinfully sexy, but his heart is encased in ice. Yet Rashid will not give her a choice—he kidnaps her!

Swept away to the desert sands, Sheridan desires escape. But when Rashid takes her to his bed, she soon craves something else entirely…. Can she thaw this proud sheikh’s heart, or will she have to love enough for two?

Please tell us about the characters in your book?

Rashid al-Hassan is a sexy, tortured sheikh. He’s the new king of Kyr — and he’s not ready for a wife and child. He has his reasons, which are all explained in the books.

Sheridan Sloane is just trying to do a good deed for her sister — but it all goes sideways and she’s stuck with Rashid and wondering if her life will every be the same. She’s a tough, determined Southern Belle.

As you wrote your protagonist was there anything about them that surprised you?

Rashid surprised me with how vulnerable he was beneath the ice in his heart. And Sheridan — oh, she has a backbone of steel when pushed. She surprised me and Rashid both when she, er, broke a window…

What scene did you most enjoy writing? Why?

Well, there’s this scene where Sheridan goes into the desert. I won’t tell you why, but it’s probably not what you think. And Rashid has to find her. I love it when he does…. It’s so raw and emotional.

There was another howl, and a shriek that cut off midstream. And then the thumping grew louder and Sheridan realized there was shouting. Men shouting. She was afraid to uncoil her body, just in case the beasts were still there, but then she felt rough hands on her. She didn’t even scream as a man jerked her up and against his body. He called out in rough Arabic and then she was flung onto a horse and the man climbed up behind her.

The hijab had fallen around her eyes and she couldn’t see anything at all, but there was a man and a horse and she hung onto his waist for dear life as the horse bolted forward into the night. Around them, she thought she heard more hooves, more horses, but the sound became a dull throbbing as thunder split the night.

And then she felt the first cold drops of rain on her back and head. She was stunned as the rain began to fall harder. She would have never guessed. But the wind howled and the horses ran and the rain fell, and Sheridan had no idea where she was or who she was with.

But since the man was infinitely preferable to the beasts, whatever they were, she was grateful for the moment just to be where she was.

They rode for what seemed forever, the rain pounding down, the wind whipping, the horses straining forward, until finally they came to an abrupt halt and Sheridan knocked her head on the man’s chest.

There was more Arabic ringing through the night, and then another man put hands around her waist and helped her down. The man on the horse followed, and then he swept her into his arms like she was a ragdoll and strode into a tent. Sheridan struggled to push the fabric from her face. Her teeth were chattering and her skin prickled with goosebumps.

The man dumped her unceremoniously onto her feet and began to remove her clothing. That’s when Sheridan came to her senses. She batted at his hands and tried to scramble away. He said something, but the blood rushing in her ears prevented her from understanding. She just knew she had to get away from him. She had to find Rashid.

She drew in breath to scream—

And the man jerked her into his arms, his mouth coming roughly down on top of hers, silencing her.

Sheridan struggled for only a moment before she realized whose mouth was ravaging hers, whose arms wrapped around her, whose hands speared into her hair and tilted her head back for greater access.

She clung to him, her body softening, hands clutching his wet robes. When he realized she knew, he set her away from him, though she whimpered and wanted to stay in his arms.

“We have to get you out of that wet clothing, habibti,” he said, his voice rough and beautiful.

What scene was the hardest to write? Why?

Rashid and Sheridan have to work through a lot of emotions, so that means many of the scenes were difficult. But this one, where she realizes he has no emotional attachment to her, was particularly hard. She tries to pretend she’s not bothered, but she is.

“The sex doesn’t mean anything to you,” she said. He did not contradict her and her belly squeezed a little tighter. “And it doesn’t mean anything to me either, but it could start to mean more than it should just because I feel so out of place here.”

That’s what truly frightened her. She was a stranger in a strange land, wholly dependent on this man, bound to him by ties greater than any devised by law. She had to keep her feelings grounded in reality. To do that, she couldn’t fall into bed with him every time he kissed her.

He shoved his hands into his pockets—God he was delicious in faded jeans—and adopted a casual pose that belied the tension in the set of his shoulders. He was a man poised on the edge of action. Always. That he would attempt to hide that from her was encouraging.

Because they both knew who had the true power. That he would allow her to have her own both stunned and warmed her. It was progress.

“I am not trying to place you in a box. You seem not to realize how very privileged your life is about to become.”

“A gilded box is still a box.”

Who would you cast in the role of your characters if your book was optioned for a movie?

Oh, this one is easier than usual for me! Sheridan could be played by Reese Witherspoon. She’s the consummate Southern Belle. Rashid — well, I realize that David Gandy is not an Arab male, but he certainly would look awesome as Rashid. And since an Egyptian played a Russian (Omar Sharif in Doctor Zhivago), why not? But I will take suggestions about handsome Arab actors!

If you could have given your characters one piece of advice before the opening pages of the book, what would it be and why?

Be open to new experiences. Life is not static.

What are you currently working on? What other releases so you have planned for 2014?

I am currently working on the sixth book in my Hostile Operations Team series. This book comes out in September, I have another HOT book in December or January, and a Harlequin in December (Heiress’s Defiance – the 8th book in the Chatsfield story).

Thanks for blogging at HJ!

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Excerpt

“How…” she began. Sheridan swallowed hard. This was unbelievable. An incredible breach of confidentiality. She would sue that clinic into the next millennium. “They wouldn’t tell me a thing about you. How did you get them to reveal my information?”

For one wild moment, she hoped he didn’t know what she was talking about. That this was indeed some sort of misunderstanding with a tall, beautiful Arab male who meant something entirely different than she thought. He would blink, shake his head, inform her that she had accidentally packed a small family heirloom—though she’d never done such a thing before—when she’d catered his event. Then he would describe it and she would go searching for it as though her life depended on it. Anything to be rid of him and quiet this flame raging inside her as he moved even closer than before.

But she knew, deep down, that he did know what she meant. That there was no misunderstanding.

“I am a powerful man, Miss Sloane. I get what I want. Besides, imagine the scandal were it to become known that an American facility had made such a mistake.” His voice dripped self-righteousness. “Impregnating some random woman with a potential heir to the throne of Kyr? And then refusing to inform the king of the child’s whereabouts?”

He shook his head while her insides turned to ice as she tried to process what he’d just said.

“It would not happen,” he continued. “It did not happen. As you see.”

Sheridan found herself slumping against the counter, her eyes glued to this man’s face while the rest of the room began to darken and fade. “D-did you say king? They gave me a king’s sperm?”

She pressed a shaky hand to her forehead. Her throat was dry, so dry. And her belly wanted to heave. She’d thought this couldn’t possibly get worse. She’d been wrong. She swallowed the acidic bitterness and focused on the man before her.

“They did, Miss Sloane.”

Oh my God. Her brain stopped working. She’d thought he was the one whose sperm she’d gotten—he’d said she had something of his, right?—but a king would not come to her shop and tell her these things. A king would also not look so dark and dangerous.

This was someone else, an official. Perhaps even an ambassador. Or an enforcer.

It was easy to believe this man could be hired muscle. He was tall, broad, and his eyes were chips of dark ice. His voice was frosty and utterly compelling. He had come to tell her about this king and to—to—?

She couldn’t imagine what he’d come here for. What he expected of her.

Sheridan worked hard to force out the words before the nausea overwhelmed her. “Please tell the king that I’m sorry. I understand how difficult this must be, but he’s not the only one affected. My sister—”

She pressed her hand to her mouth as bile rose in her throat. What would she say to Annie? Her fragile sister would implode; she just knew it.

“Sorry is not enough, Miss Sloane. It is not nearly enough.”

She swallowed the nausea. Her voice was thready when she spoke. “Then I don’t—”

“Are you quite all right?” He was beginning to look alarmed. A much more intriguing look than the angry one he’d been giving her a moment ago.

“I’m fine.” Except she didn’t feel fine. She felt hot and sweaty and sick to her stomach.

“You look green.”

“It’s the heat. And the hormones,” she added. She pushed away from the counter, her limbs shaking with the effort of holding herself upright. “I should sit down, I think.”

She started to take a step, but her knees didn’t want to function quite right. Mr. Rashid—or whatever his name was—lashed out and wrapped an arm around her. She found herself wedged tightly against a firm, hard, warm body. Her nerve endings started to crackle and snap with fresh heat.

It was too much, too much, and yet she couldn’t get away. Briefly, a small corner of her brain admitted that she didn’t want to get away.

He spoke, his voice seeming farther away than before. The words were beautiful, musical, but he did not seem to be speaking them to her. And then he swept her up into his arms as if she weighed nothing and strode across her store on long legs. Her office door opened and he went and sat her down on the small couch she kept for meeting with clients.

She didn’t want to let him go, but she did. Her gaze fluttered over to the entry, saw a wide-eyed Tiffany standing there—and one of the suit-clad men, who reached in and closed the door, leaving Sheridan alone with Mr. Rashid.

He sank down on one knee beside the couch and pressed a hand to her head. She knew what he would find. She was clammy and hot and she uttered a feeble protest. The door opened again and Tiffany appeared with a glass of iced water and a folded cloth.

Sheridan took it and sipped gratefully, letting the coolness wash through her as she closed her eyes and breathed. Someone put the cool cloth on her forehead and she reached up to clutch it because it felt so nice.

She didn’t know how long she sat there, holding the cloth and sipping the water, but when she finally opened her eyes and looked up, Mr. Rashid was still there, sitting across from her in one of the pretty Queen Anne chairs she’d bought from a local antique shop. He looked ridiculous in it, far too big and masculine, but he also looked as if he didn’t care.

“What happened?” His voice was not as hard as it had been. She didn’t think he was capable of gentle, but this was as close to it as he got.

“Too much stress, too many hormones, too much summer heat.” She shrugged. “Take your pick, Mr. Rashid. It could be any of them.”

He muttered something in Arabic and then he was looking at her, his burning gaze penetrating deep. There was frost in his voice. “Miss Sloane, I think you misunderstand something about what’s going on here.”

Her heart skipped. Why was he so beautiful? And why was he such a contrast? He was fire and ice in one person. Hot eyes, cold heart. It almost made her sad. But why should it? She did not know him, and what she did know so far hadn’t endeared him to her. “Do I?”

“Indeed. I am not Mr. Rashid.”

“Then who are you?”

He looked haughty and her stomach threatened to heave again. Because there was something familiar about that face, she realized. She’d seen it on the news a few weeks ago.

He spoke, his voice clear and firm and lightly accented. “I am King Rashid bin Zaid al-Hassan, the Great Protector of my people, the Lion of Kyr, and Defender of the Throne. And you, Miss Sloane, may be carrying my heir.”

Book Info:

The desert king’s reluctant bride!

She’d meant to have a baby for her sister, but an IVF clinic mix-up means party planner Sheridan Sloane is now carrying the heir of Rashid al-Hassan, the desert king of Kyr!

Rashid demands marriage, but Sheridan isn’t convinced—he’s sinfully sexy, but his heart is encased in ice. Yet Rashid will not give her a choice—he kidnaps her!

Swept away to the desert sands, Sheridan desires escape. But when Rashid takes her to his bed, she soon craves something else entirely…. Can she thaw this proud sheikh’s heart, or will she have to love enough for two?
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Author Bio

USA Today bestselling author Lynn Raye Harris burst onto the scene when she won a writing contest held by Harlequin. A former finalist for the Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart Award and the National Readers Choice Award, Lynn lives in Alabama with her handsome former military husband and two crazy cats. Lynn writes about hot military heroes, sizzling international billionaires, and the women who dare to tame them. Her books have been called “exceptional and emotional,” “intense,” and “sizzling.” To date, Lynn’s books have sold over 2 million copies worldwide.
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42 Responses to “Spotlight & Giveaway: Carrying the Sheikh’s Heir by Lynn Raye Harris”

  1. Terri

    I’m not sure who I would want to play Rashid. I can picture what he would look like but I would have to wait and see all options. Why pick too quickly. You may miss out on the perfect person.

  2. frllarsson

    Love the blurb and excerpt =) can´t wait for my chance to read!
    My choice would be the Rock *rawr* He´s got the killer smile and that awesome body, I´d love for him to sweep me of my feet ;D
    Thanks for the giveaway & Happy Saturday!
    //Linda

  3. Kate S

    Don’t see many movies… but I’m always up for watching The Rock… loved him in the tooth fairy movie!

  4. Irma Jurejevčič

    I haven’t read the book jet, so it’s hard to say. But Henry Cavill I love to look at 🙂

  5. dutcheja

    Dwayne Johnson best known as The Rock. I would like him to sweep me away to an island in Hawaii. I would not resist in any way. Ask and he shall receive.

  6. Inga

    I’m not familiar with the movie stars that are out now. If I find him handsome and charming that will be fine 🙂

  7. mrsmac19

    Joe Manganiello can sweep me just about anywhere! I can imagine wasting away the days with him quite easily! Thanks for the giveaway! 🙂

  8. Cathy P

    I’m not sure since I don’t go to the movies very much, and am not familiar with Arab or Israeli actors. I can picture him in my mind, but that is all.

  9. nicholskathy

    I can see that several of us have the same man in mind for the role – Oded Fehr. He’d be perfect for the role and he’s as handsome as all get out! I wouldn’t mind him coming and sweeping me off my feet into the desert. I appreciate this opportunity!

  10. ndluebke

    My minds a blank. Some of my favorites are getting too old for that part. Im sure some of the younger ones know who would be good as him.

  11. audrey

    Haha I just got way too excited for this book! :] First actor that came to mind was Saif Ali Khan, he played a modern prince in the bollywood film ‘Eklavya’. Though Oded Fehr would be a good choice too :]

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