Royal Sins: Bound to the Warrior King / Protecting the Desert Heir / Pursued by the Desert Prince

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EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)

Protecting the Desert Heir (#litres_trial_promo)

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

Pursued by the Desert Prince (#litres_trial_promo)

Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)

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CHAPTER TWO (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER THREE (#litres_trial_promo)

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CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

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CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)

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CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)

EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

Bound to the Warrior King (#ufeb836f5-7d75-53a1-a50f-f8962b883eb5)

Maisey Yates

Elyse and Elizabeth, I blame you for this book…

I mean, I thank you for this book. It was as fun

as I thought it would be.

CHAPTER ONE (#ufeb836f5-7d75-53a1-a50f-f8962b883eb5)

SHE WAS FRAIL. And pale. Her blond hair pulled back into a tight and elegant bun, the long sleeves of her dress and the hem that brushed the floor were likely an attempt at sparing her European skin from the full brunt of the Taharan sun.

It would not do. A few moments out in the environment he’d spent his past decade in and she would perish.

Nothing more than a white lily drying on the sand until she returned back to the dust, sent away on the next dry, hot breeze.

Whatever advisor had imagined she would make a suitable wife for the Sheikh of Tahar was clearly yet another man he needed to have removed from his position.

When it came to his staff, Tarek’s needs were not Malik’s. As was becoming clearer and clearer every day.

A political alliance. That was what this potential marriage had been called. As Tarek knew nothing of politics he’d been more than willing to investigate the possibilities of the union.

But no. Seeing her now... It would not stand.

“Take her away from my sight,” Tarek said.

She looked up, her expression smooth yet shot through with steel. “No.”

He arched a brow. “No?”