PASSION FLOWER. From the moment he tossed her over his shoulder and stormedfrom the Princeton frat house, Jasmine knew Raj Hajad was a no-nonsense manwho took what he wanted. He was, after all, Moroccan--and he'd been sent tobring jasmine Hasir back to Marrakesh. But if her family thought they couldget her robed, veiled and married--even to a man as handsome as Raj--theywere mistaken! She might be half Moroccan, but her spirit was one hundredpercent American! Jasmine could no more be a "proper" Arab wife than Rajcould be a liberated American male. But neither anticipated the dangershidden in the sands . . . or the magic of the moonlit Sahara.