Carrying the Sheikh's Heir
The desert King’s reluctant bride!She’d meant to have a baby for her sister, but an IVF clinic mix-up means party planner Sheridan Sloane is now carrying the heir of Rashid al-Hassan – the desert King of Kyr!Rashid demands marriage, but Sheridan isn’t convinced. He’s sinfully sexy, but his heart is encased in ice. Yet Rashid will not give her a choice – he kidnaps her!Swept away to the desert sands, all Sheridan desires is escape. But when Rashid takes her to his bed she soon craves something else entirely… Can she thaw this proud Sheikh’s heart, or will she have to love enough for two?Discover more at www.millsandboon.co.uk/lynnrayeharris
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The desert kingâs reluctant bride!
Sheâd meant to have a baby for her sister, but an IVF clinic mix-up means party planner Sheridan Sloane is now carrying the heir of Rashid al-Hassan, the desert king of Kyr!
Rashid demands marriage, but Sheridan isnât convincedâheâs sinfully sexy, but his heart is encased in ice. Yet Rashid will not give her a choiceâhe kidnaps her!
Swept away to the desert sands, Sheridan desires escape. But when Rashid takes her to his bed, she soon craves something else entirelyâ¦. Can she thaw this proud sheikhâs heart, or will she have to love enough for two?
âMiss Sloane, I think you misunderstand something about whatâs going on here.â
Sheridanâs heart skipped. Why was Rashid so beautiful? And why was he such a contrast? He was fire and ice in one person. Hot eyes, cold heart. It almost made her sad. But why should it? She did not know him, and what she did know so far hadnât endeared him to her.
âDo I?â
âIndeed. I am not Mr. Rashid.â
âThen who are you?â
He looked haughty and her stomach threatened to heave again. Because there was something familiar about that face, she realised. Sheâd seen it on the news a few weeks ago.
He spoke, his voice clear and firm and lightly accented. âI am King Rashid bin Zaid al-Hassan, the Great Protector of my people, Lion of Kyr and Defender of the Throne. And you, Miss Sloane, may be carrying my heir.â
HEIRS TO THE THRONE OF KYR
Two brothers, one crown, and a royal duty that cannot be denieâ¦
The desert kingdom of Kyr needs a new ruler.
Prince Kadir al-Hassan, the Eagle of Kyr: the worldâs most notorious playboy.
Prince Rashid al-Hassan, the Lion of Kyr: as dark-hearted as the desert itself.
These sheikh princes share the same blood, but they couldnât be more different. So now thereâs only one question on everyoneâs lipsâ¦
Who will be crowned the new desert king?
Donât miss this thrilling new duet from Lynn Raye Harrisâwhere duty and desire collide against a sizzling desert landscape!
GAMBLING WITH THE CROWN
May 2014
CARRYING THE SHEIKHâS HEIR
July 2014
USA TODAY bestselling author LYNN RAYE HARRIS burst onto the scene when she won a writing contest held by Mills & Boon®. The prize was an editor for a yearâbut only six months later Lynn sold her first novel. A former finalist for the Romance Writers of Americaâs Golden Heart Award, Lynn lives in Alabama with her handsome husband and two crazy cats. Her stories have been called âexceptional and emotionalâ, âintenseâ and âsizzlingâ.
You can visit her at www.lynnrayeharris.com
To my brainstorming partners, Jean Hovey and Stephanie Jones, who write together as Alicia Hunter Pace. They calmly listen to my ideas, toss out helpful suggestions, and donât get offended when I donât use a single one. And when I tell them there might be jackals, they reply that you can never have too many jackals. Thanks for having my back, ladies.
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
âA MISTAKE? HOW is this possible?â
King Rashid bin Zaid al-Hassan glared daggers at the stuttering secretary who stood in front of him. The man swallowed visibly.
âThe clinic says they have made a mistake, Your Majesty. A woman...â Mostafa looked down at the note in his hand. âA woman in America was supposed to receive her brother-in-lawâs sperm. She received yours instead.â
Rashidâs blood ran hot and then cold. He felt...violated. Rage coursed through him like a flame from a blast furnace, melting the ice around his heart for only a moment before it hardened again. He knew from experience that nothing could thaw that ice for long. In five years, nothing had penetrated the darkness surrounding him.
His hands clenched into fists on his desk. This was too much. Too outrageous.
How dare they? How dare anyone take that choice away from him? He wasnât ready for a child in his life. He didnât know if he would ever be ready, though eventually he had to provide Kyr with an heir. It was his duty, but he wasnât prepared to do it quite yet.
The prospect of marrying and producing children brought up too many memories, too much pain. He preferred the ice to the sharpness of loss and despair that would envelop him if he let the ice thaw.
Heâd obeyed the law that required him to deposit sperm in two banks for the preservation of his line, but heâd never dreamed it could go so horribly wrong. A random woman had been impregnated with his sperm. He could even now be an expectant father, his seed growing into a tiny life that could break him anew.
An icy wash of terror crested inside him, left him reeling in its wake. He would be physically ill in another moment.
Rashid pushed himself up from his chair and turned away so Mostafa wouldnât see the utter desolation that he knew was on his face. This was not an auspicious beginning to his reign as Kyrâs king.
