The Forced Bride Of Alazar
Kidnapped decades ago, Azim al Bahjat stuns the Kingdom of Alazar with his sudden return. To secure his position, the ruthless royal must claim the woman who was always intended to be his–even if sheltered yet beguiling Johara Behwar resists…No matter how secretly thrilling she finds the flashes of heat beneath Azim's icy exterior, Johara's every instinct is to run. But Azim will not be denied, and as he shows his virgin bride how intoxicating their wedding night could be, Johara soon finds herself enticed to surrender to the sultan!
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Claimed for the sultanâs pleasure!
Kidnapped decades ago, Azim al Bahjat stuns the Kingdom of Alazar with his sudden return. To secure his position, the ruthless royal must claim the woman who was always intended to be hisâeven if sheltered yet beguiling Johara Behwar resists...
No matter how secretly thrilling she finds the flashes of heat beneath Azimâs icy exterior, Joharaâs every instinct is to run. But Azim will not be denied, and as he shows his virgin bride how intoxicating their wedding night could be, Johara soon finds herself enticed to surrender to the sultan!
âHis Highness, Azim al Bahjat,â the attendant intoned, and with fear coating her insides with ice Johara stepped into the room.
The man she was meant to marry stood in the centre of the room, his body erect and still, his face grave and unsmiling. Johara could see how black and opaque his eyes wereâlike a starless night in the desert. His dark hair was cut so close she could see the powerful bones of his skull, and a scar snaked from the corner of his left eye to the curve of his mouth, clearly long since healed over, although the wounded flesh still looked red and livid.
The whole effect was beyond intimidating, and she had to fight not to take an instinctive step back towards the doors, towards safety, away from this man whose face even in repose looked frightening.
If she looked at his features reasonably, Johara told herself, fighting off panic, she could see that he was an attractive manâhis features even, his nose a straight slash, his mouth a mobile, sensual curve.
Then Azim inclined his head in what Johara supposed was a greeting. His voice, when he spoke was clipped, cold.
âWe will marry in one weekâs time.â
Two heirs to a desert kingdom need brides to secure their legacies!
Brothers Malik and Azim al Bahjat are the two princes of Alazar, wielding enormous power with iron control.
They have no interest in loveâbut duty demands they take convenient wives, and these ruthless royals always get what they want!
Read Malikâs story in
The Secret Heir of Alazar April 2017
&
Read Azimâs story in
The Forced Bride of Alazar May 2017
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Books by Kate Hewitt
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Morettiâs Marriage Command
Inherited by Ferranti Kholodovâs Last Mistress
Seduced by a Sheikh
The Secret Heir of Alazar
The Billionaireâs Legacy
A Di Sione for the Greekâs Pleasure
Secret Heirs of Billionaires
Demetriou Demands His Child
One Night With Consequences
Larenzoâs Christmas Baby
The Marakaios Brides
The Marakaios Marriage
The Marakaios Baby
Rivals to the Crown of Kadar
Captured by the Sheikh
Commanded by the Sheikh
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Contents
âI HAVE GOOD NEWS, HABIBTI.â
Johara Behwar gazed in surprise at her father striding towards her. She was standing in the garden of the family villa in Provence, the dusty-sweet smell of lavender scenting the air, the sun shining benevolently down on a world on the cusp of summer. Her fatherâs visits to their villa in France were precious and rare, and heâd only been there last week. To see him again was indeed unexpected. âGood newsââ She almost said again but then she thought better of it. Her father had not viewed the end of her engagement last week in the same shining light that she had.
âYes, I think you will be very pleased,â Arif continued. âAnd I, of course, am pleased when you are pleased.â He walked towards her, a smile creasing his weathered face, his hands outstretched. Johara smiled back, caught up in his cheerful mood.
âIâm pleased simply to see you, Father. That alone is a treat.â
âYou are so kind, habibti. And in return here is a treat for you.â He took a small velvet pouch from his breast pocket and handed it to Johara.
She drew a diamond pendant from within the blue velvet, the jewels winking in the bright sunlight. âItâs lovely. Thank you, Father.â Obediently, because she knew her father expected it, she clasped it around her neck, the heart shape encrusted with diamonds nestling in the hollow of her throat. It was indeed lovely, but, considering how quiet her life was, she had little need or place to wear it. Still, she appreciated the thought heâd given.
