"If You save a life you own it," The Sheik Khasim ben Haran had told Diane - and he had saved her life when she was lost in the pitless heat of the desert. Not only saved her life, but taken her off to his Bedouion tent with no means of getting away until or unless he allowed it. All of which was unnerving enough - but then he discovred that Diane was the granddaughter of her greastest enemy, and his long awaited instrument of revenge. A captive of this man of the desert, with hatred in his heart and the Bedouim contempt for women - what could Diane hope for now?