Tragedy strikes at a young age for Simone Genusso. She explores the depths of passion with an older woman before finding true love in the arms of a handsome Hungarian refugee. Happiness is soon replaced by danger when she becomes the mistress of Commandant Marc LeMaille, a member of a violent military organization.
A trip to Algeria turns deadly, leaving Simone the unwilling concubine of a ruthless Sheik and the mother of his child. Freedom comes at a devastating price and she must decide if she wants to risk it all.
He came in late, explaining he was at a meeting as he threw his briefcase on the bed and went up to kiss her.
“You are cold,” she said, feeling his prickly chin, “and you need a shave.”
“I know,” he laughed. “I was in a rush. I am taking a shower to make myself presentable for you, cherie.”
He went into the bathroom and she heard the water running. Sitting on the bed, she eyed the briefcase with an uncertain feeling. Soon after that, she heard him humming in the shower. She reached over, flipped it open and quickly scanned through the pages. The documents consisted of typewritten notes and several pages scribbled in Marc’s hasty handwriting, but nothing she saw was relevant to Algeria or the OAS.
“What are you doing?”
He stood in the doorway, a towel around his waist, staring at her with cold eyes, his mouth tense.
Her heart stopped.
“Marc, are you seeing another woman?” she asked, her voice trembling.
Silent at first, he suddenly burst out laughing. Throwing down his towel, he came toward her.
“You are jealous after all!” he exclaimed with obvious delight. “Perhaps you love me a little bit, yes?”
She took a deep breath, while tears of relief ran down her cheeks. Unbuttoning her tunic, he stood looking at her for what seemed like a long time.
“Simone, you need not worry, there is no else for me but you.”
“Not even Adrienne?” she asked.
“No, not even her,” he said, caressing her breasts.
She closed her eyes and sighed. Oh God, that was just too close.