Scandalous mistress...or desert queen?
Sheikh Zafir Al-Noury cannot forgive model Kat Winters for breaking off their engagement, but he cannot forget their burning-hot nights together. Hiring her to promote his kingdomâs most famous jewel creates an opportunity for renewed seduction...
Walking away from Zafir devastated Kat. The pain has made her strong, but the fire he ignites is stronger yetâZafir tempts her to complete sensual surrender! Even if that means exposing every part of herself to the man who once ruled her soul...
âThere is no this time. This is just a job for meâthatâs all. Iâm not interested in anything else.â
Everything in Zafir rejected that, and he lifted one hand to cup Katâs delicate jawline. Just the silken brush of her hair against the back of his hand had his body hardening all over again.
âWhy are you denying this, Kat? Whatever is between us, itâs mutual. And itâs even stronger than before.â
She shook her head. âItâs not mutual.â
âLiarâ¦â Zafir breathed as every part of his body went on fire with an urgent and undeniable desire to prove Kat wrong. And along with that desire he felt something much more dangerous: emotion.
To block it out, deny it, Zafir cupped his hand behind Katâs neck and drew her into him until he could feel the length of her willowy body pressed against his. And then he bent his head and covered Katâs mouth with his, and for the first time in eighteen months the roaring savage heat inside him was momentarily soothed.
It was so profound and overwhelming that for long seconds Zafir didnât even deepen the kiss. He just relished the sensation of Katâs soft, lush mouth under his. And then she made a soft mewling sound and Zafir fell over the brink of his control and hauled Kat even closer, kissing her deeply enough that he could see stars.
Mills & Boon welcomes you to the passionate world of Abby Greenâs
Rulers of the Desert
These brothers might rule their kingdomsâbut can they rule their own desire?
Zafir and Salim Al-Noury were born to be kings. These powerful monarchs have never had their wishes challengedâuntil they meet the women theyâre determined to take to their beds!
Kat and Charlotte might find their seduction to be irresistible⦠But to claim them truly their seducers must make them their desert queens!
A Diamond for the Sheikhâs Mistress
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A Christmas Bride for the King
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Irish author ABBY GREEN threw in a very glamorous career in film and TVâwhich really consisted of a lot of standing in the rain outside actorsâ trailersâto pursue her love of romance. After sheâd bombarded Mills & Boon with manuscripts they kindly accepted one, and an author was born. She lives in Dublin, Ireland, and loves any excuse for distraction. Visit abby-green.com or e-mail [email protected].
Books by Abby Green
Mills & Boon Modern Romance
Awakened by Her Desert Captor
Wedlocked!
Claimed for the De Carrillo Twins
Brides for Billionaires
Married for the Tycoonâs Empire
One Night With Consequences
An Heir to Make a Marriage
An Heir Fit for a King
Billionaire Brothers
Fonsecaâs Fury
The Bride Fonseca Needs
Blood Brothers
When Falconeâs World Stops Turning
When Christakos Meets His Match When Da Silva Breaks the Rules
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CHAPTER ONE
SHEIKH ZAFIR IBN HAFIZ AL-NOURY, King of Jandor, was oblivious to the exquisite mosaics on the path under his feet as he paced restlessly, and he was equally oblivious to the water burbling from the ornate central fountain. The tiny multicoloured birds darting between the lush exotic blooms also went unnoticed in this, just one of the many stunning courtyards of his royal palace in Jahor, the imposing capital city of his kingdom, which ran from snow-capped mountains in the east, across a vast desert to the sea in the west.
Zafir was oblivious to it all because all he could think about was her. It was getting worse. Heâd had to call an important meeting to a premature end because heâd felt constricted and claustrophobic, aware of the heat in his blood and the ache in his core. An ache heâd largely managed to ignore for the last eighteen months.
Liar, whispered a voice, those first three months were hell.
Zafir scowled in remembrance. But then his father had died, and all his time and attention since then had been taken up with his accession to the throne and taking control of his country.
But now it was as if he finally had time to breathe again, and she was back. Infiltrating his thoughts and dreams. Haunting him.
Zafir loosened his robe at his neck with jerky movements. Sexual frustration, he told himself, momentarily coming to a halt on the path. It was just sexual frustration. After all, he hadnât taken a woman to bed since...her, and that incensed him even more now.