The Heartbreaker Prince
Out of the frying pan, and into…Hannah Latimer, beautifully enigmatic socialite, has left her glamorous lifestyle behind to prove her worth by becoming an aid worker. But when she’s captured by an oppressive regime her only means of escape is powerful and arrogant Prince Kamel of Surana. And the price…?Marriage!Forced to take Hannah as his bride, to avoid war with a neighbouring kingdom, Kamel has little patience with the pampered princess he’s bound to – but it’s his duty, and that’s something he can’t ignore! There’s no love between them, but there must be heirs. And there will be passion…Discover more atwww.millsandboon.co.uk/kimlawrence
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It was hard not to contrast the ice queen beside him with the woman whose soft warm lips he had tasted. That small taste, the heat that had flared between them, shocking with its intensity and urgency, had left him curiousâand eager to repeat the experience.
Kamel was lusting after his bride. Well, life was full of surprisesâand not all of them were bad.
âHas it occurred to you that this marriage might not be something to be endured ⦠but enjoyed?â
Hannahâs fingers slipped from the door handle. She turned around, her back against the wooden panels. He was standing too close ⦠much too close. She struggled to draw in air as her body stirred, responding to the slumberous, sensual provocation shining in his dark eyes.
âThe only thing I want to enjoy tonight is some privacy.â
âThat is not what you would enjoy.â
She threw up her hands in a gesture of exasperated defeat.
âYou may be good to look at, but your ego is a massive turn-off.â
âI could work on it. You would teach me.â
Big, predatory and sinfully sexyâshe was willing to bet that that were quite a few things he could teach her! She tilted her chin, channeling all the coolness she could muster, and retorted haughtily, âIâm not into casual sex or tutoring.â
âWeâre married, ma belle. That is not casual ⦠and I do not need instruction.â
ROYAL AND RUTHLESS
The power of the throne, the passion of a king!
Whether he is a playboy prince or a masterful king he has always known his destiny: Dutyâfirst, last and always.
With millions at his fingertips and the world at his command, no one has dared to challenge this ruthless royalâs desire ⦠Until now.
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Though lacking much authentic Welsh bloodâshe comes from English/Irish stockâKIM LAWRENCE was born and brought up in North Wales. She returned there when she married, and her sons were both born on Anglesey, an island off the coast. Though not isolated, Anglesey is a little off the beaten track, but lively Dublin, which Kim loves, is only a short ferry ride away.
Today they live on the farm her husband was brought up on. Welsh is the first language of many people in this area and Kimâs husband and sons are all bilingualâshe is having a lot of fun, not to mention a few headaches, trying to learn the language!
With small children, the unsocial hours of nursing didnât look attractive so, encouraged by a husband who thinks she can do anything she sets her mind to, Kim tried her hand at writing. Always a keen Mills & Boon>® reader, it seemed natural for her to write a romance novelânow she canât imagine doing anything else.
She is a keen gardener and cook and enjoys runningâoften on the beach as, living on an island, the sea is never very far away. She is usually accompanied by her Jack Russell, Sproutâdonât ask ⦠itâs long story!
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Contents
CHAPTER ONE
HANNAH WAS NOT sleeping when the key turned in the lock. Apart from a few snatched moments she had not slept for forty-eight hours straight but she was lying down, her eyes closed against the fluorescent light above her head, when the sound made her sit bolt upright and swing her legs over the side of the narrow metal bed.
She made a few frantic attempts to smooth her tousled hair back from her face and clasped her shaking hands on her lap. She was able to mould her expression into a mask of composure, but recognised that it was no longer a matter of whether she lost it and cracked wide open, but when. For now at least she cared about maintaining an illusion of dignity.
She blinked against the threat of tears that stung like hot gravel pricking the backs of her eyes. Gouging her teeth into her plump lower lip, she found the pain helped her focus as she lifted her chin and pulled her shoulders back, drawing her narrow back ramrod straight. For the moment at least she was determined she wouldnât give the bastards the satisfaction of seeing her cry.
This was what happened when you tried to prove...prove...what? And to whom? The tabloids? Your father? Yourself...?
She took a deep breath. Focus on the facts, Hannah. The fact is you messed up big time! You should have accepted what everyone else thinks: you are not meant for serious thoughts or fieldwork. Stick to your safe desk job, and your perfect nails... She curled her fingers to reveal a row of nails bitten below the quick and swallowed a bubble of hysteria.
âStiff upper lip, Hannah.â
She had always thought that was an absurd phrase.
