The Sultan Demands His Heir
She will become his bride!Newly crowned Sultan Zaid Al-Ameen is determined to rid his country of corruption. Unfortunately for Esme Scott, that means arresting her conman father – leaving her with little choice but to strike a deal with his captor.Zaid sees a golden opportunity in social worker Esme: his country needs reform, and it’s her area of expertise. But working together sparks an insatiable longing– and after a heated encounter, they realise she’s pregnant!Zaid’s sensual power over Esme leaves her helpless to resist his demands. She never imagined she’d become wife to a Sultan – until Zaid’s expert touch persuades her otherwise…
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She will become his bride!
Newly crowned sultan Zaid Al-Ameen is determined to rid his country of corruption. Unfortunately for Esme Scott, that means arresting her conman father—leaving her with little choice but to strike a deal with his captor.
Zaid sees a golden opportunity in social worker Esme: his country needs reform, and it’s her area of expertise. But working together sparks an insatiable longing—and after a heated encounter, they realize she’s pregnant!
Zaid’s sensual power over Esme leaves her helpless to resist his demands. She never imagined she’d become wife to a sultan—until Zaid’s expert touch persuades her otherwise...
‘Are we going somewhere?’ Esme asked.
‘Yes, we’re returning to the royal palace,’ Zaid said.
‘Why do I feel that there’s more going on here than you’re telling me?’ she pressed.
A muscle rippled in his jaw. ‘Because there is. I suggested that we take some time to absorb the possibility that you may be carrying my child. I was wrong to do so. If you are truly carrying my child, then we need to put certain arrangements in place.’
‘What kind of arrangements?’ she asked suspiciously.
‘The kind that you will be apprised of in due course.’
‘So I will be the last to know?’
‘No, you will be one of the first to know when final decisions have been made.’
She wasn’t going to get any more out of him.
Esme became blindingly aware of one thing. Whether her pregnancy had been confirmed or not didn’t matter to Zaid. While his heir was even a possibility he was going all out to lay his claim on it.
MAYA BLAKE’s hopes of becoming a writer were born when she picked up her first romance at thirteen. Little did she know her dream would come true! Does she still pinch herself every now and then to make sure it’s not a dream? Yes, she does! Feel free to pinch her, too, via Twitter, Facebook or Goodreads! Happy reading!
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Contents
ESME SCOTT JERKED awake in the split second between her phone vibrating and the bell ringtone blaring through her darkened bedroom. Heart racing, she lifted her head off the pillow and stared at the illuminated screen.
As a social worker, it wasn’t unusual for her phone to ring in the middle of the night. The problems of her wards and an overstrained system required twenty-four-hour dedication.
Except she knew instinctively that this phone call had nothing to do with her job. The same gut instinct she’d been forced to hone for less altruistic purposes in her past.
But she’d left that life far behind.
After the fourth ring, she reached for the phone, willing her hand to stop shaking.
‘Hello?’
‘Am I speaking to Esmeralda Scott?’
Esmeralda. Her heart sank further. The only person who used her full name was her father. The man she hadn’t spoken to or seen in eight long years.
She forced her jaw to relax. ‘Y-yes.’
‘Daughter of Jeffrey Scott?’ came the deep, cultured, slightly accented query. The voice was stamped with enough authority and arrogance to make her grip tighten on the handset.
No, this was no ordinary phone call.
Sitting up, she turned on her bedside lamp, although she couldn’t focus on anything but the ominous voice on the line.
‘Yes. Who is this?’
‘My name is Zaid Al-Ameen. I’m the chief prosecutor in the Royal Kingdom of Ja’ahr.’ The voice was filled with deep pride. Implacable purpose.
Esme’s breath snagged in her lungs, but she refused to let the premonition lurking in her mind take hold. ‘What can I do for you?’ she asked, using the tone she reserved for calming her most agitated wards.
Momentary silence met her cool query. ‘I called to inform you that your father is in jail. He’s due to be arraigned in two days when formal charges will be brought against him.’
A thousand icicles pierced her skin, the boulder in her stomach confirming that even though she’d written him off when she’d walked away eight years ago, her father still possessed the power to rock her foundations.
‘I...see.’
‘He insisted on using his one phone call to reach you, but it seems the number he had for you is out of order.’
There was speculation in the crisp, no-nonsense tone but Esme wasn’t prepared to inform him that she’d made sure her number was unlisted for this sole purpose.
‘So how did you find me?’ she asked, her mind swirling with a thousand questions. None of which she wanted to air to the deep-voiced stranger on the phone.
