Cinderella and the Sheikh

Rashid’s piercing blue eyes burned through her. The heavy scent of roses, the bitter taste of coffeein her mouth, the feel of heat surrounding her all combined. Polly watched, fixed like a rabbit in headlights, as Rashid drank his coffee.

She noticed the movement of his throat as he swallowed. Noticed the way his hand held the cup. Strong, beautiful hands. The kind of hands you would want to caress your body. And then her eyes travelled up to his lips. The kind of lips you would want to kiss you.

This was fantasy. She didn’t know him. Knew very little about him, even. He wasn’t and couldn’t ever be part of her world, but what she was feeling was as old as time itself. She knew it, even though it frightened her.

Natasha Oakley told everyone at her primary school that she wanted to be an author when she grew up. Her plan was to stay at home and have her mum bring her coffee at regular intervals—a drink she didn’t like then. The coffee addiction became reality, and the love of storytelling stayed with her. A professional actress, Natasha began writing when her fifth child started to sleep through the night. Born in London, she now lives in Bedfordshire with her husband and young family. When not writing, or needed for ‘crowd control’, she loves to escape to antiques fairs and auctions. Find out more about Natasha and her books on her website www.natashaoakley.com

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THE BRIDES OF AMRAH KINGDOM

Don’t miss the future King of Amrah’s story Coming soon!

Dear Reader

There is something so dangerous about a sheikh. The ultimate fantasy hero, perhaps? Strong, charismatic, and the ruler of all he surveys. I love them.

You won’t be surprised to learn that I couldn’t resist the opportunity to create my own slice of Arabia, particularly since my dad spent much of his working life building hospitals and schools across the Middle East. My brother and I grew up with his tales of meeting sheikhs in their sumptuous homes and descriptions of shopping in the souk.

Think modern cities, exotic palaces steeped in history, dunes shaped by the wind to create a starkly beautiful desert landscape and you will have caught a glimpse of the Kingdom of Amrah. Now think of two powerful men, and imagine what kind of women might stop them in their tracks and change them for the better.

The Brides of Amrah Kingdom duet begins here, with Rashid’s story. Loyal and fiercely protective of those he loves, he’s a man who yearns for acceptance. Polly might be a twenty-first century ‘Cinderella’ but she does the saving.

And then there’s Hanif. Serious, dutiful, and the man who will be King of Amrah…

He needs a bride he really doesn’t expect! Remember Princess Isabella of Andovaria, Seb’s irresponsible sister from CROWNED: AN ORDINARY GIRL? I think she’ll be just perfect.

With love

Natasha

BY

NATASHA OAKLEY

For my Dad

CHAPTER ONE

‘SHOULD I know him?’ Polly Anderson pulled the A4 photograph across the table so she could see it more clearly. She squinted down at it, trying to bring it into focus.

Her friend smiled. ‘Forget your contact lenses this morning?’

‘I didn’t forget them.’ Polly accepted the black coffee Minty handed her and took a quick sip of the scalding liquid. ‘It was a late night and my eyes feel like they’re filled with grit if you really want to know.’

‘And you’re too vain to wear your glasses, of course.’

Polly grimaced. More that she’d put them down somewhere and had absolutely no idea where. She set the blue and white mug down on the table. ‘I’m sure I’ve not met him. He’s not exactly in the usual run of sheikhs that do business with Anthony, you know.’

‘Not fat or old.’

‘Something like that.’

Minty laughed her husky laugh and slid a second photograph along the table. ‘You should see him without the headscarf. Then we just get tall, dark and deliciously dangerous.’

‘Nice,’ Polly said, looking down at the image of an aggressively handsome man. Actually very nice. Her sight wasn’t so short she couldn’t see that. It was all about the eyes, she decided. Mostly about the eyes. Unexpectedly blue in a face that was unmistakably Arab.

Exotic and familiar at the same time. And incredibly sexy. Those eyes seemed to promise feelings and sensations she’d no experience of. Or very little.

She smiled. Maybe there was more of her scandalous great-great-grandmother in her than she’d supposed. Now that was an interesting thought—and probably one her mother would prefer her not to dwell on. ‘So, who is he?’ she asked, looking up.

‘Officially, His Highness Prince Rashid bin Khalid bin Abdullah Al Baha. But for Western consumption he’s generally known as Sheikh Rashid Al Baha. Much simpler. Twenty-nine. Six feet two and a half inches. Single. Keen horseman. Rich beyond your wildest dreams.’ Minty leant forward. ‘Pretty damn sexy all round.’