Captive to the sheikh...
Seduced by his touch!
Certain that Regan James has information on his sisterâs disappearance, Sheikh Jaeger steals her away to his palace. He doesnât expect compliance from his beautiful captive, but when defiant Regan accidentally causes a media storm, it must be resolved. How? Heâll have to marry her! Their engagement is for appearances, but the electricity sparked by their passion feels exquisitelyâdangerouslyâreal...
With two university degrees and a variety of false career starts under her belt, MICHELLE CONDER decided to satisfy her lifelong desire to write and finally found her dream job. She currently lives in Melbourne, Australia, with one super-indulgent husband, three self-indulgent but exquisite children, a menagerie of over-indulged pets, and the intention of doing some form of exercise daily. She loves to hear from her readers at michelleconder.com.
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This is for Robyn, who is always warm and welcoming no matter what.
Thanks for taking care of my dad.
CHAPTER ONE
âIâM SORRY, YOUR MAJESTY, but there has been no further information as to your sisterâs whereabouts.â
Jaeger al-Hadrid, King of Santara, nodded once then turned his back on his silver-haired senior aide. He stared out of the arched windows of his palace office on to the city of Aran below. It was early, the dawn sun bouncing off the Gulf of Maâan and bathing the sleepy capital of Santara in a golden glow. The pale pink palace perched on the crest of a hill faced the once industrious port that had recently been transformed into a tourist mecca: hotels, restaurants and shopping outlets, tastefully designed to blend the old with the new. It was just one of Jaegerâs successful attention-grabbing visions to boost the local economy and showcase the changing face of his kingdom.
He didnât see any of it right now, his mind locked down by the worry brought about by his sisterâs disappearance.
Where was she? And, more importantly, was she all right?
A week ago he had returned from a business trip to London to find a note on his desk.
Dear Jag,
I know you wonât like this but Iâve taken off for a few weeks. Iâm not going to tell you where Iâm going because this is important to me. Thatâs why I havenât taken my cell phone.
No doubt if I did youâd figure out where Iâm going before I even get there! But donât worry, Iâll be fine.
I love you,
Milena xxx
Donât worry? Donât worry? After what had happened three years ago, how could he do anything but worry?