Pursued By The Desert Prince

Dear Reader (#u4e1fb49b-33ce-5dfb-9bba-522c0b795942),

I’ve always found the idea of being a twin fascinating. I especially love the stories you sometimes hear of a particular pair having a subliminal connection, even when distance separates them. Or the smaller, simpler things—like a pair inventing their own language or dressing the same without consulting the other.

I brought all this to my new quartet, The Sauveterre Siblings. They’re a wealthy family who have been blessed with identical twin boys and then a pair of identical twin girls. The press are mad for them. They followed the children’s every move, and only grew worse after the youngest was kidnapped when she was nine. Trella was returned to them, but they all wear the scars.

In this first story Angelique is still trying to find who she might have been if her sister had never been torn from her. Kasim has his own demons created by a lost sibling. Their worlds are very different, but they’re drawn inexorably into an affair that is only meant to last one night.

I hope you enjoy watching the Sauveterre twins find that special someone who will help each of them heal from their past.

Dani

To my sisters, who often live far away, but remain close, close, close in my heart.

Love yous. xoxo

To my sisters, who often live far away, but remain close, close, close in my heart. Love yous. xoxo

Contents

Cover (#ua6abd433-ca52-5378-9c5d-3646fedc0aea)

Back Cover Text (#ufab49c5e-f275-5efa-b5de-fb60fffb6a8a)

Introduction (#u027235ee-a460-5bf3-9414-7949a70f7d5b)

The Sauveterre Siblings (#u313825f2-c6a4-5799-83f2-44c59cce32e8)

Title Page (#ua9ef1279-b96c-5f83-ae5a-3ec6f1fa5775)

About the Author (#u7c3b3933-c155-56d3-b731-c88c8f7853c9)

Dear Reader (#u7006d85a-bf42-56d1-8cac-bf79c5fd4d6a)

Dedication (#u20318b88-af42-5577-b841-83afdfe36234)

CHAPTER ONE (#uda5b7659-b72c-5031-9ab1-e318aebc862b)

CHAPTER TWO (#uf36d9f7a-13b8-528c-95ec-cadc0728e5d6)

CHAPTER THREE (#uff6a4df7-b821-57b4-8e02-40f8d76b7478)

CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

Extract (#litres_trial_promo)

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CHAPTER ONE (#u4e1fb49b-33ce-5dfb-9bba-522c0b795942)

ANGELIQUE SAUVETERRE PICKED up a call from her exterior guards informing her that Kasim ibn Nour, Crown Prince of Zhamair, had arrived to see her.

She slumped back in her chair with a sigh, really not up to meeting someone new. Not after today.

“Of course. Please show him up to my office,” she said. Because she had to.

Hasna had said her brother would drop by while he was in Paris.

Angelique didn’t know why the brother of the bride wanted to meet the designer of the bride’s wedding gown, but she assumed he wanted to arrange a surprise gift. So she didn’t expect this meeting to be long or awful. Her day with Princess Hasna and the bridal party hadn’t been awful. It had actually been quite pleasant.

It was just a lot of people and noise and Angelique was an introvert. When she told people that, they always said, But you’re not shy! She had been horribly shy as a child, though, and brutally forced to get over it. Now she could work a room with the best of them, but it fried her down to a crisp.

She yearned for the day when her sister, Trella, would be ready to be the face of Maison des Jumeaux. An ironic thought, since her twin wore the same face. As she freshened “their” lipstick, Angelique acknowledged that she really longed for Trella to be the one to talk to new clients and meet with brothers of the bride and put on fetes like the one she’d hosted today.

She wanted Trella to be all better.

But she wouldn’t press. Trella had made such progress getting over her phobias, especially in the past year. She was determined to attend Hasna and Sadiq’s wedding and was showing promise in getting there.

It will happen, Angelique reassured herself.

In the meantime... She rolled her neck, trying to massage away the tension that had gathered over hours of soothing every last wedding nerve.

At least she didn’t look too much worse for wear. This silk blend she and Trella had been working on hadn’t creased much at all.

Angelique stood to give a quick turn this way and that in the freestanding mirror in the corner of her office. Her black pants fell flawlessly and the light jacket with its embroidered edges fluttered with her movement while her silver cami reflected light into her face. Her makeup was holding up and only her chignon was coming apart.

She quickly pulled the pins out of her hair and gave it a quick finger-comb so her brunette tresses fell in loose waves around her shoulders. Too casual?

Her door guard knocked and she didn’t have time to redo her hair. She moved to open the door herself.

And felt the impact like she’d stepped under a midnight sky, but one lit by stars and northern lights and the glow of a moon bigger and hotter than the sun could ever hope to be.