Conquering His Virgin Queen
Six months ago their marriage ended…He has twelve hours to claim his wife back!Odir Farouk is about to become King—but to take his throne he needs his errant wife by his side! Odir once denied his hunger for Eloise, refusing to compromise power for passion, and his rejection drove her away. Now Odir has until news of his succession breaks to win back his Queen…and pleasure will be his most powerful weapon!
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Six months ago, their marriage ended...
He has twelve hours to claim her back!
Odir Farouk is about to become king—but to take his throne, he needs his errant wife by his side! Odir denied his hunger for Eloise, refusing to compromise power for passion. His rejection drove her away. Now Odir has until news of his succession breaks to win back his queen...and pleasure will be his most powerful weapon!
PIPPA ROSCOE lives in Norfolk, near her family, and makes daily promises to herself that this is the day she’ll leave the computer and take a long walk in the countryside. She can’t remember a time when she wasn’t dreaming about handsome heroes and innocent heroines. Totally her mother’s fault, of course—she gave Pippa her first romance to read at the age of seven! She is inconceivably happy that she gets to share those daydreams with all of you. Follow her on Twitter @PippaRoscoe.
Conquering His Virgin Queen
is Pippa Roscoe’s debut title
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07198-7
CONQUERING HIS VIRGIN QUEEN
© 2018 Pippa Roscoe
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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To my mother and sister,
who show me each and every day what a true heroine is.
And to Stella,
who told me the kindest lie, giving me the courage to submit the first (terrible!) draft of this story. I can’t thank you enough.
Contents
August 1st, 20.00-21.00, Heron Tower
TO SAY THAT Odir Farouk Al Arkrin, twelfth generation Farrehed warrior, eldest son of Sheikh Abbas and leading world business figure, was having a bad day would be a dramatic understatement. The Prince pulled the loops of his English-style bowtie together, shaking off the feeling of a noose closing around his neck, and bit back a curse. A curse that damned the wife he had not seen for six months.
But his past feelings about her didn’t matter. Her recent absence didn’t matter.
Within an hour she would return to him.
And he’d get what he needed—what his country needed.
Odir pulled the edges of the black silk fabric tight, firmly fixing the tie in place. Stepping back, he checked his image in the full-length mirror. The sun, setting over the London skyline, caught in the reflection of the mirror and briefly stung his eyes before dipping behind his broad shoulders. He tugged at the cuffs of the tailor-made tux that was equally as uncomfortable as his royal robes. Each were trappings, a costume for the role that he was required to play. And tonight, in one of England’s most renowned and expensive hotels, he’d play the role of a lifetime.
Behind him stood Malik, his personal bodyguard and a man he’d known since they had both run about the Farrehed palace in little more than nappies. A man who nearly six months before had betrayed him in the most shocking way. Frustration rose up within him, and this time Odir just couldn’t hold back.
‘Wipe the look of guilt from your face or leave. I can’t have you making people curious. Not now.’
