Shackled To The Sheikh
A wife to secure his crown?Rashid al Kharim must travel to Qajaran with his infant half-sister to take his place as Sheikh. But before he enters a world of deceit and danger he seeks oblivion in the arms of a beautiful stranger, just as tormented as he…Nanny Tora Burgess eagerly waits to meet her new boss – but is horrified to discover he’s her red-hot, one-night lover! Rashid is cold, distant…and he has a shocking proposal that will shackle her to the Sheikh for ever!Tora should say no, but her mouth forms the one word that she can’t take back – yes!Discover more at www.millsandboon.co.uk/trishmorey
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âI want to spend the night with you.â
âOne night,â Rashid said, and she recognised it as a warning. âThatâs all I can offer you.â
âPerfect,â Tora said with a smile, because that was all she wanted. One night to forget her scheming, cheating cousin. âOne night is all I want.â
Tomorrow she could pick up the shattered pieces of her promises and work out where she went from here.
His eyes glinted in the street lightingâa flash of victory that came with a spark of heatâand he reached out his fingers to push a wayward tendril of her hair behind her ear. It made her skin tingle.
âMy name is Rashid.â
âTora,â she said, even as she trembled under his touch.
He took her hand and brought it to his mouth, pressing it to his lips. âCome, Tora â¦â he said.
Bound by duty, undone by passion!
These sheikhs may not be brothers by blood, but they are united by the code of the desert.
Their power and determination is legendary and unchallengedâuntil unexpected encounters with women strong enough to equal them threaten their self-control â¦
Read the two concluding stories in Trish Moreyâs exciting quartet of searing passion and sizzling drama!
Captive of Kadar May 2015
Shackled to the Sheikh November 2015
TRISH MOREY always fancied herself a writerâso why she became a chartered accountant is anyoneâs guess! But once sheâd found her true calling there was no turning back. Mother of four budding heroines and wife to one true-life hero, Trish lives in an idyllic region of South Australia. Is it any wonder she believes in happy-ever-afters?
Find her at trishmorey.com or facebook.com/trish.morey
To my amazing readers,
with grateful thanks and wishing you love always, Trish x
Contents
RASHID AL KHARIM was done with pacing.
He needed something stronger.
He needed to lose himself. To dull the pain of each and every one of todayâs revelations, if only for a few precious hours.
To forget about a father who hadnât died thirty years back as heâd always believed, but a scant four weeks ago.
And to forget about a tiny childâa sisterâwho apparently was now his responsibility...
His head full of anger and torment, he let the door of his Sydney hotel suite slam hard behind him as he strode towards the lifts, stabbing the call button with intent, because he knew exactly what he needed right now.
A woman.
GOD, SHE HATED dingy bars. Outside this one had looked like an escape from her anger and despair, but inside it was dark and noisy and there were far too many leering men who looked way too old to be hanging out in a place where the average age of women was probably somewhere around nineteen. Tora upped the demographic just by being there, she figured, not to mention lowered the average heel height by a matter of inches, but it didnât stop the old guys leering at her just the same.
But the bar was only a few steps from her cousinâs office and after an hour remonstrating fruitlessly with him, an hour where nothingâneither her arguments nor her tearsâhad made a shred of difference, sheâd needed to go somewhere where she could drink something strong and fume a while.
One of the old guys across the bar winked at her. Ugh!
She crossed her legs and pulled her skirt down as she ordered another cocktail.
God, she hated bars.
But right now she hated her financial adviser cousin more.
Financial adviser cheating scumbag of a cousin, she revised as she waited for her drink, wondering how long it would be before the damned alcohol was going to kick in so she might stop feeling so angry.
She really needed to forget about the curl of her cousinâs lips when sheâd refused to be put off any longer with his excuses and insisted he tell her when sheâd be able to access the money sheâd been due from her parentsâ estate.
She needed to forget the pitying look in his cold eyes when heâd finally stopped beating about the bush and told her that it was gone, and that the release sheâd signed thinking it was the last formality before receiving a pay-out had actually been a release signing the money over to himâonly now there would be no pay-out because heâd âinvestedâ it all on her behalf, only the investment had turned sour and there was nothing left. Nothing at all left of the two hundred and fifty thousand dollars sheâd been counting on. Nothing at all left of the money sheâd promised to loan to Sally and Steve.
âYou should have read the small print,â heâd said ever so smugly, and sheâd never had violent tendencies before but right then sheâd really fancied doing someone some serious bodily damage.
âBlood is thicker than water,â her parents had insisted, when theyâd chosen their nephew Matthew over the financial planner sheâd nominated, the father of a woman sheâd known and trusted since primary school. And Tora had shrugged and conceded it was their choice, even if her cousin had been the kind of person whoâd rubbed her up the wrong way all her life and never someone sheâd choose as a friend, let alone her financial adviser.
