Prince Nadir's Secret Heir
The prince with the planPrince Nadir’s brief liaison with virginal Moulin Rouge dancer Imogen Reid was over almost before it began. And Imogen fled…carrying something very precious to Nadir. Now he’s found her again and he has a plan:Step 1: Take Imogen and their daughter back to Bakaan.Step 2: Ignore his body’s betraying desire for the woman he never forgot.Step 3: Marry Imogen, securing his heir and stabilizing his desert kingdom.But step two proves increasingly difficult to execute, especially when it’s clear he’s not the only one struggling. So now it’s time for Plan B…finish what they started in Paris!Praise for Michelle ConderSocialite’s Gamble 4* RT Book ReviewConder’s romance is full of fireworks and her narrative is a heady mix of sensual banter and humor. Set in a tropical paradise, the book has an arrogant, vulnerable hero and a heroine with an unjustified image. They may seem like an unlikely pair but will win hearts on their passionate journey.The Most Expensive Lie of All 4* RT Book ReviewConder’s intense drama brings to life incredible horse country vistas, and her reunited couple’s banter is as combustible as their lovemaking.Duty at What Cost? 4.5* RT Book ReviewConder’s fantastic romance, with its sexy banter between her perfect-for-each-other couple, shines and their story is heartfelt.
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âI wonât let you take my baby, Nadir.â Imogen hated it that her voice rang with fear. âIf thatâs your plan.â Sheâd never even considered it before, but now that she had she couldnât push it from her mind.
He glanced at her impatiently. âIf I wanted that then you couldnât stop me.â
âI could. Iâd â¦â Panic clawed inside her throat. âIâll â¦â
âBut I donât want that.â He made an impatient gesture with his hands. âI am not so callous that I donât realise a baby needs its mother. That is why I plan to marry you.â
Marry her!
She shook her head, biting back a rising sense of hysteria. She needed time to make sense of everything that was happening, and she couldnât because her mind didnât know which way to turn.
âBreathe, Imogen.â
Nadir went to put his hands on her shoulders and she jerked back, wondering how he had got so close to her without her being aware of it.
Imogen shook her head. âYouâre crazy to think that Iâd marry you after the way you treated me.â
Nadirâs mouth thinned and he stepped closer to her, contained anger emanating from every taut line of his body. âI can assure you that Iâm not. This is non-negotiable.â
When one night ⦠leads to pregnancy!
When succumbing to a night of unbridled desire itâs impossible to think past the morning after!
But, with the sheets barely settled, that little blue line appears on the pregnancy test and it doesnât take long to realise that one night of white-hot passion has turned into a lifetime of consequences!
Only one question remains:
How do you tell a man youâve just met that youâre about to share more than just his bed?
Find out in:
Nine Months to Redeem Him by Jennie Lucas
January 2015
Prince Nadirâs Secret Heir by Michelle Conder
March 2015
Carrying the Greekâs Heir by Sharon Kendrick
April 2015
More stories in the One Night with Consequences series can be found at millsandboon.co.uk
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 www.michelleconder.com
For Pam Austin, who planned the most wonderful holiday while I wrote this book. Meeting you on that train ride to Paris was one of lifeâs little gifts.
And for Paul for always being there.
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
SOME DAYS STARTED OUT well and stayed that way. Others started out well and rapidly deteriorated.
This day, Nadir Zaman Al-Darkhan, Crown Prince of Bakaan, decided as he stared at a very large and very ugly statue squatting in the corner of his London office, was rapidly sliding towards the latter. âWhat the hell is that?â
He glanced over his shoulder at his new PA, who blinked back at him like a newly hatched owl transfixed by a wicked wolf. Sheâd been recommended by his old PA, whose recently acquired husband had taken offence at the seventeen-hour work-days Nadir habitually kept, and he wasnât sure how she was going to work out.
In general people either treated him with deference or fear. According to his brother, it had something to do with the vibe he gave off. Apparently he emanated an aura of power and ruthless determination that didnât bode well for his personal relationships, which was why he didnât have many. Nadir had merely shrugged when Zach had delivered that piece of news. Personal relationships ranked well down below work, exercise, sex and sleep.
Not always, a sneaky voice whispered in his ear and he frowned as that voice conjured up an image of a woman he had once briefly dated over a year ago and had never seen since.
âI believe itâs a golden stag, sir,â his PA all but stuttered, definitely falling into the fearful category.
Applying some of that ruthlessness his brother had mentioned, Nadir banished the image of the blonde dancer from his mind and turned back to the statue. He could see it was a stag and he only hoped it hadnât once been alive. âI got that, Miss Fenton. What I should have said isâwhat the hell is it doing in my office?â
âItâs a gift from the Sultan of Astiv.â
Ah, just what he neededâanother gift from some world leader he didnât know, offering commiserations over the death of his father two weeks ago. Heâd only been back in Europe a day since the funeral and he was, frankly, tired of the reminders which always brought up the fact that he felt nothing for the man who had sired him.
