The Desert King's Captive Bride
‘I was blackmailed into this marriage. I will not be blackmailed into bed.’ Princess Ghizlan of Jeirut has returned home to find that warrior Sheikh Huseyn al Rasheed has seized her late father’s kingdom. With her sister held hostage, Ghizlan has no choice. Her barbarian captor is determined to tame her, rule her – and make her his own!Forcing Ghizlan’s hand in marriage will not be enough to conquer her body and soul: Huseyn’s iron-will is challenged at every step by her magnificent beauty and fierce pride. It won’t be long before they both fall prey to the firestorm between them…
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âI was blackmailed into this marriage. I will not be blackmailed into bed.â
Princess Ghizlan of Jeirut has returned home to find that warrior Sheikh Huseyn al Rasheed has seized her late fatherâs kingdom. With her sister held hostage, Ghizlan has no choice. Her barbarian captor is determined to tame her, rule herâand make her his own!
Forcing Ghizlanâs hand in marriage will not be enough to conquer her body and soul: Huseynâs iron will is challenged at every step by her magnificent beauty and fierce pride. It wonât be long before they both fall prey to the firestorm between them...
âI am here to claim my bride.â
Ghizlan loathed his superior, über-confident air, the gloating note in his deep voice. She pitied his bride, whoever she was, but clearly Huseyn wanted her to be impressed. What would it cost her to play alongâat least until she got to the bottom of this?
âWho are you marrying? Do I know her?â
His smile widened and she saw the gleam of strong white teeth. Fear scudded down her spine as she read his expression.
âThat would be you, my dear Ghizlan. Iâm taking you as my wife.â
Conveniently wedded, passionately bedded!
Whether thereâs a debt to be paid, a will to be obeyed or a business to be saved...sheâs got no choice but to say âI doâ!
But these billionaire bridegrooms have got another think coming if they think marriage will be that easy
Soon their convenient brides become the object of an inconvenient desire!
Find out what happens after the vows in
The Billionaireâs Defiant Acquisition by Sharon Kendrick
One Night to Wedding Vows by Kim Lawrence Wedded, Bedded, Betrayed by Michelle Smart Expecting a Royal Scandal by Caitlin Crews Trapped by Vialliâs Vows by Chantelle Shaw Baby of His Revenge by Jennie Lucas A Diamond for Del Rioâs Housekeeper by Susan Stephens Bound by His Desert Diamond by Andie Brock Bride by Royal Decree by Caitlin Crews Claimed for the De Carrillo Twins by Abby Green
Look out for more Wedlocked! stories coming soon!
Growing up near the beach, ANNIE WEST spent lots of time observing tall, burnished lifeguardsâearly research! Now she spends her days fantasising about gorgeous men and their love lives. Annie has been a reader all her life. She also loves travel, long walks, good company and great food. You can contact her at [email protected] or via PO Box 1041, Warners Bay, NSW 2282, Australia.
Books by Annie West
Mills & Boon Modern Romance
The Flaw in Raffaeleâs Revenge
Seducing His Enemyâs Daughter Imprisoned by a Vow Captive in the Spotlight Prince of Scandal
Secret Heirs of Billionaires
The Desert Kingâs Secret Heir
One Night With Consequences
Damaso Claims His Heir A Vow to Secure His Legacy
Seven Sexy Sins
The Sinnerâs Marriage Redemption
Desert Vows
The Sultanâs Harem Bride
The Sheikhâs Princess Bride
At His Service
An Enticing Debt to Pay
Visit the Author Profile page at millsandboon.co.uk for more titles.
For my darling Dad
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THE STEWARDESS STOOD ASIDE, inviting her to leave the plane. Ghizlan stood, smoothing her moss-green tailored skirt and jacket with a hand that barely trembled.
Sheâd had days to prepare herself. Days to learn to mask the shock and, yes, grief. Sheâd never been close to her father, a distant man, more interested in his country than his daughters, yet his sudden death at fifty-three from a brain aneurism had rocked the foundations of her world.
Ghizlan drew herself up, donning the polite smile her father had deemed appropriate for a princess, and, with a murmur of thanks to the staff, stepped out of the aircraft.
A cool evening wind whipped down off the mountains, eddying around her stockinged legs. Briefly she pondered how nice it must be to travel in comfortable, casual clothes, before letting the idle thought tear free on a gust of air. She was the daughter of a royal sheikh. She didnât have that freedom.
Setting her shoulders, she gripped the rail and descended the stairs to the tarmac, aware that her legs were unsteady.
Falling flat on her face wasnât an option. Clumsiness had never been allowed and now, more than ever, it was imperative she look calm. Until her fatherâs heir was named she was the countryâs figurehead, a face the people knew. They would rely on her, eldest daughter of their revered Sheikh, to ensure the smooth running of matters while his successor was confirmed.
Who that would be, Ghizlan didnât know. Her father had been negotiating a new marriage when he died, still hoping to get that all-important male heir.
She reached the tarmac and paused. On three sides rose the mountains, purple in the late afternoon, surrounding the capital on its plateau. Behind her on the fourth side the mountain dropped abruptly to the Great Sand Desert.
