The Sheikh's Princess Bride
Wanted: royal bride and mother!For Sheikh Tariq of Al Sarath, one miserable marriage was enough. With a kingdom to rule he has no time—nor wish—to find a bride, but his children need a mother.Could Princess Samira of Jazeer be the answer? Samira has sampled passion, and it left a bad taste… So, knowing she can’t have the children she’s always wanted, Samira steps into Tariq’s ready-made family. Her only condition? No sex!Samira had thought royal duties and her love for Tariq’s children would fill the hole in her heart, but a craving is building that only the Sheikh’s touch can cure…Desert Vows DuetTwo powerful desert princes…and the only women who can tame them.As desire burns hotter than the desert sand, can these powerful sheikhs withstand the heat of temptation?Book 1: The Sultan’s Harem BrideBook 2: The Sheikh’s Princess BridePraise for Annie WestThe Sultan’s Harem Bride 4.5* TOP PICK RT Book ReviewWest’s desert romance of duty versus love stars a haunted but brave heroine and an autocratic yet caring hero. The exotic, sumptuous settings exemplify palace life, and the royal co-stars are memorable. The first love scene is a sensual buffet.Rebel’s Bargain 4.5* RT Book ReviewWest’s second-chance romance is an imaginative and intensely thrilling brainteaser, ripe with shrouded misconceptions. Her silver-spoon hero and wounded heroine are passionate and convincing.Damaso Claims His Heir 4.5* TOP PICK RT Book ReviewWest’s page-turner set in colorful Brazil is impressively perfect, starring her well-matched, rags-to-riches hero and her unjustly scandal-ridden royal heroine. Her illuminating, expert narrative brings the breathtaking story and the explosive lovemaking to life.
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Abruptly Tariq stood. Samira blinked, her gaze sliding over his amazing bronzed body.
Surely it wasnât regret she felt because he was leaving?
Recognising that she didnât want him to leave stole her voice.
âThatâs a start,â he murmured finally.
âA start?â
Tariq nodded. âOne day soon weâll be husband and wife in every sense of the word.â
Samira shook her head. He had it all wrong.
âNot because I demand it but because itâs what we both want.â He leaned close, his eyes tourmaline shards that dared her to deny it. âI promise you, Samira, youâll be with me every step of the way.â
It was a threat but it sounded like a promise. A promise that sounded appallingly enticing. She wanted to object, argue, say something to puncture his arrogant certainty. But instead her tongue cleaved to the roof of her mouth.
His gaze scorched and Samira felt the sizzle in every inch of her body. His slow smile hitched his mouth up at one side, creating a sexy groove down one cheek that made her insides clutch. He looked so utterly confidentâas if heâd never had a doubt in his life.
âThe next time you kiss me it wonât be because I ask, Samira, but because you want me.â
DESERT VOWS
Two powerful desert princes⦠and the only women who can tame them
Sultan Asim of Jazeer and Sheikh Tariq of Al-Sarath are both bound by honour, duty and tradition. Theyâve always known they must marry, but it will be for the good of their kingdomsânot for love. Yet now two very different women threaten the vows Asim and Tariq have always sworn to uphold.
As desire burns hotter than the desert sand can these powerful men withstand the heat of temptation?
Find out in:
THE SULTANâS HAREM BRIDE
February 2015
THE SHEIKHâS PRINCESS BRIDE
April 2015
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.
For Dr G,
the original and the best.
Thank you!
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
EPILOGUE
THE DARK-HAIRED TOTS playing on the far side of the sumptuous hotel lounge held Samiraâs gaze. They werenât loud or boisterous, the middle-aged woman with them saw to that. They were just a pair of ordinary toddlers.
Yet Samira couldnât drag her eyes away from them. She watched the progress of one little boy as he walked the length of a sofa, his fingers splayed on the silk upholstery for support. He gurgled his delight and grinned at his companion who wobbled along behind him.
Samira swallowed. That hollow feeling was back, worse now, turning into a twisting stab of hurt that knifed all the way from her womb up high under her ribs.
She tried to focus on Celesteâs animated chatter about a new restaurant. Apparently it had unrivalled rooftop views of the Eiffel Tower as well as several Michelin stars and was the new place to eat and be seen.
Samiraâs stomach rebelled at the mention of food.
Or maybe it was something else that made her insides clench so hard.
The second toddler landed on his bottom, arms waving, and the womanâgrandmother? Nanny?âgathered him up. Samiraâs arms twitched then fell, lax and empty, into her lap.
She blinked and turned away.
Empty. That was exactly how she felt.
She would never have a child of her own to hold. The doctor had made that clear.
Sheâd tried so hard to regroup these past four years, and sheâd come so far, but nothing could erase that searing, hollow ache within.
âIâm so pleased you can attend tonightâs charity auction in person.â Celeste leaned across their porcelain teacups and Samira swung her gaze back to the pretty Parisienne. âBidders will adore the chance to meet the talented princess behind the gorgeous fashions. Your donation to the auction is sure to fetch a huge price.â
Samira fixed on a practised smile and refused to cringe at yet another reference to her royal status.
As daughter of, and now sister to, the Sultan of Jazeer, she knew all too well that royal rank didnât guarantee happiness.
Her heart lurched but she kept her gaze on her companion, not letting it stray to the other side of the opulent room.
She reminded herself she was a pragmatist. Her successful design business benefited from the cachet of her aristocratic name. Designs by Samira had taken off these last few years. Her clientele, among the globeâs ultrawealthy, appreciated working with someone who understood their world, who promised absolute exclusivity and confidentiality. She had far more than many women dreamed of: independence, success, wealth.
