The Sheikh's Secret Baby
Their relationship was a secret… Until she had his royal heir! Unexpectedly inheriting the throne is shocking enough. But when an encounter with former lover Jasmine Jones is interrupted by the wail of a baby Sheikh Zuhal also discovers he has a son! Their secret affair was intensely passionate—and dangerously overwhelming. Now, to claim his child, Zuhal must get Jazz down the palace aisle. And he’s not above using seduction to make her his wife!
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Their relationship was a secret…
Until she had his royal heir!
Unexpectedly inheriting the throne is shocking enough. But when an encounter with former lover Jasmine Jones is interrupted by the wail of a baby, Sheikh Zuhal also discovers he has a son! Their secret affair was intensely passionate—and dangerously overwhelming. To claim his child, Zuhal must get Jazz down the palace aisle. And he’s not above using seduction to make her his wife!
Escape with this passionate marriage of convenience!
SHARON KENDRICK once won a national writing competition by describing her ideal date: being flown to an exotic island by a gorgeous and powerful man. Little did she realise that she’d just wandered into her dream job! Today she writes for Mills & Boon, and her books feature often stubborn but always to die for heroes and the women who bring them to their knees. She believes that the best books are those you never want to end. Just like life…
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The Italian’s Christmas Secret
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Crowned for the Sheikh’s Baby
The Greek’s Bought Bride
The Italian’s Christmas Housekeeper
The Bond of Billionaires miniseries
Claimed for Makarov’s Baby
The Sheikh’s Christmas Conquest
Discover more at millsandboon.co.uk.
ISBN: 978-1-474-08747-6
THE SHEIKH’S SECRET BABY
© 2019 Sharon Kendrick
Published in Great Britain 2019
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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This book is for Elaine ‘Lainey’ Glasspool,
who not only has the sunniest smile,
the most Rapunzel-like hair and a spirit of joie-de-vivre which is positively inspirational, she also knows a wagonload of facts about horses.
So thanks for all the equine help, Lainey!
Contents
IT WAS THE LAST place he’d imagined her living.
Zuhal frowned. Jasmine? Here? In a tiny cottage in the middle of the English countryside, down a lane so narrow it had challenged the progress of his wide limousine? The woman who had loved the sparkle and buzz of the city, hiding herself away in some remote spot. There had to be some kind of mistake.
His frown became a flickering smile of anticipation. Not that he had given a lot of thought to her accommodation. If ever he’d stopped to think about his lusciously proportioned ex-lover—something he tried not to do, for obvious reasons—then it had usually been a predictable flashback to her soft skin. Or the tempting pertness of her breasts. Or the way she used to rain kisses all over his face so that his heart used to punch with pleasure. His groin, too.
He swallowed.
And that, of course, was the reason for his unexpected appearance today. The reason he’d decided to drop in and surprise her.
His throat dried. Why not? He liked sex and so did Jasmine. Of all his lovers, she had been the one who had really lit his fire. Sparks had flown between them from the start and it seemed a pity not to capitalise on that explosive chemistry with a little trip down memory lane. After all, it wasn’t as if either of them had entertained any unrealistic expectations. There had been no dreams to be shattered. They hadn’t asked for the impossible and had known exactly where the boundaries lay. They had conducted their affair like adults. What possible harm could it do to revisit the past and revel in a little uncomplicated bliss at a time in his life when he needed some light relief like never before?
