Heir to a Dark Inheritance
They say that Alik Vasin’s heart is carved from the hardest diamond and the coldest ice…Alik is powerful, ruthless, and incapable of love. But when he discovers he has a daughter nothing will stop him from claiming the child as his own. Jada Patel will do whatever it takes to keep little Leena in her life – even if it means a convenient marriage. Though there can never be a future between them, resisting the powerful Alik is impossible.Jada thinks she’s known desire but, catapulted into Alik’s glittering world, she discovers an allconsuming, intoxicating passion that can melt even the coldest of hearts.‘Such intense characters, Maisey Yates just gets better and better for me.’ – Susan, 33, Marketing
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He felt as if something was going to burst inside him. As if he was suddenly aware that there was a dam inside himâa great stone wall holding back the potential for torrential destruction.
And he had to stop it. Had to shore it up with something. Something simple. Something he understood. He stood, his hand shaking, his heart thundering.
Jada looked at Alik and froze. She realized in that moment what it was like to be a gazelle, stalked by a predator. Except she wasnât going to run. She didnât know why, only that she wouldnât.
Alik was looking at her as if he wanted her. More than wanted. As if he needed her. There was something dark and deadly in his eyes now. Something desperate. And she liked it, responded to it. It was different than the flat nothingness she usually saw there, different than that blasted false, shallow front he usually put on.
In that moment, as his eyes met hers, everything fell away. Her present, her past. There was nothing but Alik, nothing but the intense, terrible ache he made her feel.
This was frightening. This was real. And it was enticing. A black flame dancing in front of her. So beautiful she couldnât look away, so dangerous she knew she had to. But she wouldnât.
Instead she reached out her hand and prepared to touch the fire.
SECRET HEIRS
OF POWERFUL MEN
Their command is about to be challenged!
Sheikh Sayid al Kadar and Alik Vasin
might not be related by blood, but these brothers-in-arms forged an unbreakable bond in the line of duty.
Theyâve fought for their countries,
for their lives, but has that readied their hearts for what could be the biggest battle of them all�
HEIR TO A DESERT LEGACY April 2013
Sheikh Sayid discovers that his brother
is survived by a son, and heâll do anything to recover the true heir to the throne. Even if it means taking on the childâs aunt; sheâs like a lioness who insists on fighting him every step of the way!
HEIR TO A DARK INHERITANCE May 2013
When Alikâs wayward past comes back to haunt him,
heâll ensure that his young daughter will grow up with a childhood nothing like his own. But one woman is standing in his way, and there may be only one solutionâ¦to marry her!
About the Author
MAISEY YATES was an avid Mills & Boon>® Modern>⢠Romance reader before she began to write them. She still canât quite believe sheâs lucky enough to get to create her very own sexy alpha heroes and feisty heroines. Seeing her name on one of those lovely covers is a dream come true.
Maisey lives with her handsome, wonderful, diaper-changing husband and three small children across the street from her extremely supportive parents and the home she grew up in, in the wilds of Southern Oregon, USA. She enjoys the contrast of living in a place where you might wake up to find a bear on your back porch and then heading into the home office to write stories that take place in exotic urban locales.
Recent titles by the same author:
HEIR TO A DESERT LEGACY
(Secret Heirs of Powerful Men) HER LITTLE WHITE LIE AT HIS MAJESTYâS COMMAND (The Call of Duty) A GAME OF VOWS
Did you know these are also available as eBooks?Visit www.millsandboon.co.uk
To Jackie Ashenden,
my writing lifeline and lover of my dark heroes. Thank you for always encouraging me.
PROLOGUE
ALIK VASIN DOWNED the last of the vodka in his glass and waited for the buzz to make it to his brain. Nothing. It was going to take a lot more alcohol tonight. To have some fun. To feel something.
Either that, or it was going to take a woman. And since that was next on his agenda, he figured he might as well skip the alcohol.
Alik pushed away from the bar and wove through the crush of bodies on the dance floor. The music was so loud there, the bass so heavy he could feel it in his blood. There would be no way to have a conversation with anyone in here. Which was fine by him. He wasnât looking for a talk.
It didnât take long for him to spot a woman who wasnât looking to talk, either.
He approached the blonde skirting the edges of the dance floor. She smiled. Ah yes, heâd found the eveningâs entertainment. No doubt about it.
He moved closer and she extended her hand, her fingers brushing his chest. Forward. He liked that. She might even be the kind who wouldnât want to wait to get to the hotel room.
His pocket buzzed and he reached inside and wrapped his hand around his phone. In his experience, women didnât like being thrown over for a phone call, but if his checking it chased her off, another one would come along in just a few moments. If he didnât want to go to bed alone tonight, he wouldnât.
He took the phone from his pocket and saw a number he didnât recognize. Anyone who managed to contact him from a number he didnât know was important.
He held his finger up, an indicator he wanted the woman to wait. She might. She might not. He didnât really care.
He answered the call just before pushing the door open and put the phone up to his ear as he stepped out onto a crowded street in downtown Brussels. A group of women walked by and offered him inviting looks. He might keep an eye out for which club they went to, rather than going back to the blonde waiting for him inside.
