The Secret Heir Of Alazar
One stolen night with the Sultan…Virginal Gracie Jones longs for adventure—and one incredible evening in Rome, she finds it in the arms of charismatic Malik al Bahjat. But morning reveals he’s next in line to Alazar’s throne! Driven away by his royal family, Gracie discovers too late that their forbidden night left her pregnant…When Malik learns the truth a decade later, he explodes back into Gracie’s life. He sweeps her from her small hometown to his splendid kingdom where, kiss by scorching kiss, he’s intent on legitimising his heir—and satisfying his cravings—by crowning Gracie his desert queen!
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One stolen night with the sultan...
Virginal Gracie Jones longs for adventureâand one incredible evening in Rome, she finds it in the arms of charismatic Malik al Bahjat. But morning reveals heâs next in line to Alazarâs throne! Driven away by his royal family, Gracie discovers too late that their forbidden night left her pregnant...
When Malik learns the truth a decade later, he explodes back into Gracieâs life. He sweeps her from her small hometown to his splendid kingdom, where, kiss by scorching kiss, heâs intent on legitimizing his heirâand satisfying his cravingsâby crowning Gracie his desert queen!
Alone in his private office, Malik stared unseeingly out at the domes, spires and flat roofs of Terukâs old city. He had a sonâa child heâd never, ever been aware of.
A shudder escaped him and he turned from the window. He could hardly believe his grandfather had kept something so monumental from himâ¦even as he acknowledged that Asadâs actions, their innate coldness and cruelty, would never surprise him.
And what of Gracie? For a moment he allowed himself to picture herâthe tumbling brown hair, the glinting golden gaze, the wide, ready smile. Then he closed his mind to her and all the what-ifs that had ended a decade ago. He could not think of Gracie that way now. He would not. No matter what Asad had done, she had wilfully kept his child from him. The only purpose or role in his life for her now was as the mother of his child...and as his convenient wife.
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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After spending three years as a die-hard New Yorker, KATE HEWITT now lives in a small village in the Lake District with her husband, their five children and a golden retriever. In addition to writing intensely emotional stories, she loves reading, baking and playing chess with her sonâshe has yet to win against him, but she continues to try. Learn more about Kate at kate-hewitt.com.
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To my fabulous editor, Carly.
Thank you for all your support and input!
Contents
SHE MESMERISED HIM. Malik al Bahjat, heir to the throne of Alazar, watched the girl from afar. She wasnât classically beautiful, but that was part of her charm. Golden-brown hair tumbled down her back in a riot of artless, unstyled waves and curls. Her face was freckled, hazel eyes glinting with humour, with hope, with happinessâthree things Malik didnât think heâd ever truly experienced.
She sat on the arm of a sofa, long, golden legs tucked up, wearing cut-off denim shorts and a billowy white top, a pair of bright purple sneakers on her feet. Men were chatting with her, of courseâthey couldnât keep their eyes off her. No one could. She vibrated with life, with the enjoyment of life, every curve of her lithe body vibrant and sinuous. She was so alive.
And Malik had felt like a walking automaton for years, programmed for nothing but onerous duty. He took one step into the room, towards her. He didnât usually go to parties. He was in Rome to assist his grandfather in negotiating a new trade deal with the European Union. Alazar had forged strong links with Europe, links that could stabilise his countryâs fraught economy as well as the entire region of the Arabian Peninsula.
These meetings were important, Malik knew that; Asad al Bahjat had certainly drilled that into him. Alazarâs peace and prosperity rested on meetings such as this one. Then out of the blue a friend from his military schooldays had contacted him, inviting him out, and, knowing how rare such opportunities were, Malik had agreed. One night. One evening where he could act as if he were like other men, as if he had control of his own future, were able to shape his own happiness. Surely he could have that. Surely, after so many years of unquestioning obedience, he deserved it.
