Carrying The Sheikh's Baby
Will she resist his scandalous proposition…Or succumb to mindless pleasure?Soft-hearted Gracie James is mortified when Rafael Vitale finds her accidentally trespassing on his luxurious Italian estate! She can’t refuse Rafe’s teasing demand that she attend an exclusive party with him.From the dangerous intensity in his eyes virgin Gracie knows she’s playing with fire—after all, outrageous playboy Rafe is only promising a temporary liaison. But can she resist the power of his raw sensuality?
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Hired by the sheikh...
And expecting the royal heir!
When shy, academic Cat Smith is hired as a researcher by Sheikh Zane, sheâs thrilledâand completely dazzled by their overwhelming chemistry! Cat knows a fling could compromise her professional credibility, but resisting Zaneâs sensual caress feels utterly impossible. Until their passionate encounter has lasting consequences... Now carrying the heir to the kingdom means one thingâCat must become Zaneâs queen!
Enjoy this scandalous royal baby romance!
USA TODAY bestselling author HEIDI RICE lives in London, England. She is married with two teenage sonsâwhich gives her rather too much of an insight into the male psycheâand also works as a film journalist. She adores her job, which involves getting swept up in a world of high emotion, sensual excitement, funny and feisty women, sexy and tortured men and glamorous locations where laundry doesnât exist. Once she turns off her computer she often does choresâusually involving laundry!
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ISBN: 978-1-474-08730-8
CARRYING THE SHEIKHâS BABY
© 2018 Heidi Rice
Published in Great Britain 2018
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To my best mate Catri OâKane,
who helped me brainstorm this story on a road trip in West Texas!
Contents
Dr Smith, you need to come to my office ASAP. You have a very important visitor who cannot be kept waiting.
CATHERINE SMITH PEDALLED through the gates of Cambridgeâs Devereaux College at breakneck speed, her boss Professor Archibald Walmsleyâs curt text making sweat trickle down her forehead and into her eyes.
Braking at the side of the redbrick Victorian monolith that housed the faculty offices, she leapt off the bike and rammed it into the cycle rack before swiping her brow. Rounding the building, she spotted a limousine with blacked-out windows and diplomatic flags parked in the no-parking zone by the front entrance. Her heartbeat kicked up several extra notches.
She recognised those flags.
So that solved the mystery of who had come to visit her: it had to be someone from the Narabian embassy in London. Panic and excitement tightened around her ribs like boa constrictors as she raced up the stepsâher mind racing ahead of her.
A visit from the Narabian embassy could either be very good, or very bad.
Walmsleyâwho had taken over as Devereaux Collegeâs dean after her fatherâs deathâwas going to kill her for going over his head and applying for official accreditation for her research into the recent history of the secretive, oil-rich desert state. But if she got it, even he wouldnât be able to stand in her way. Sheâd finally be able to get more funding for her research. Her heart thudded against her chest wall in a one-two punch. She might even get permission to travel to the country.
Surely this had to be good news. The countryâs ruler, Tariq Ali Nawari Khan, had died two months ago after a long illness and his son, Zane Ali Nawari Khan, had taken over the throne. A darling of the gossip columns as a babyâZane Khan was half-American, the product of Tariqâs short-lived marriage to tragic Hollywood starlet Zelda Mayhewâheâd disappeared from the public eye, especially after his father had won custody of him in his teens. But there had been several credible stories the new Sheikh was planning to open the country up, and bring Narabia onto the world stage.
