Moon Over Morocco — Hermina Black

The first word El Mannington spoke to Rowan on the Moroccan sands were the Islamic greeting: "Peace be upon you." But peace was the last thing this imperious and utterly unpredictable man brought her.

Virtually imprisoned in his palace, where as Regent he had charge of the delicate young heir of the kingdom, Rowan devoted all her skill to saving the life of the little boy, upon whose recovery Mannington's own life depended. Only the week before she had been a staff nurse in a Cape Town hospital, and now she was marooned in a strange land striving to hold her own with a man who had become "a complete Eastern chieftain, arrogant with pride of race, intolerance of the smallest crossing of his will."

Barouet was a prison, but it was a prison to which they held the key. Her goaler was relentless, commanding; but Rowan found that there were commands it was happiness to obey.