Mistress Of The Sheikh

Mistress Of The Sheikh
Sandra Marton

“I despise you.”

He uncoiled his body like a lazy cat and came toward her.

“Liking me isn’t a prerequisite for the night we’re about to spend together.”

“We aren’t,” she said quickly, even though she knew he was baiting her, that he was really just referring to the time she’d be with him at the party. “There’s no way I’d spend the night with—”

He bent and brushed his mouth over hers. That was all he did; the kiss was little more than a whisper of flesh to flesh, but the intake of her breath more than proved she was lying.

She knew it. He knew it. And she hated him for it.

“The Sheik,” she said, her eyes cool.

“I beg your pardon?”

“The Sheik, starring Rudolph Valentino. It’s an old movie. Be sure to rent the video sometime.”

Nick laughed. He held out his arm. She tossed her head. “Take it,” he said softly, “unless you’d rather I lift you into my arms and carry you.”

Dear Reader,

Your response to THE BARONS has been overwhelming! Thank you for welcoming this family into your hearts.

You’ve told me how very real Gage, Travis, Slade and Caitlin have become to you. They’re just as real to me. My characters always seem to become flesh and blood as I write about them, but I have to admit that the Barons, and the Texas ranch that’s home to Jonas and his wife, Marta, have taken on a special meaning. So many people pass through the Barons’ lives…. I can almost hear them asking me to tell you their stories.

Welcome, then, to Mistress of the Sheikh. Amanda Benning is one of Jonas Baron’s stepdaughters. She’s happy with her independence—until gorgeous, sexy Sheikh Nicholas al Rashid thinks she’s his birthday gift. Sparks fly when a man worshiped as the Lion of the Desert comes up against a beautiful, hot-tempered woman who thinks lions are just big pussycats in disguise.

And if you haven’t read any of the other BARONS books, don’t worry. You can enjoy Mistress of the Sheikh on its own.

With love and best wishes,

Sandra Marton loves to hear from her readers. Write to her (SASE) at P.O. Box 295, Storrs, Connecticut 06268, U.S.A.

Mistress of the Sheikh

Sandra Marton

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 ONE

SHEIKH Nicholas al Rashid, Lion of the Desert, Lord of the Realm and Sublime Heir to the Imperial Throne of Quidar, stepped out of his tent and onto the burning sands, holding a woman in his arms.

The sheikh was dressed in a gold-trimmed white burnoose; his silver-gray eyes stared straight ahead, blazing with savage passion. The woman, her arms looped around his neck, gazed up at him, her face alight with an unspoken plea.

What’s the matter, Nick? she’d been saying.

There’s a camera pointed straight at us, Nick had answered. That’s what’s the matter.

But nobody seeing this cover on Gossip magazine would believe anything so simple, Nick thought grimly.

His eyes dropped to the banner beneath the picture. If words could damn a man, these surely did.

Sheikh Nicholas al Rashid, the caption said, in letters that looked ten feet tall, carrying off his latest conquest, the beautiful Deanna Burgess. Oh, to be abducted by this gorgeous, magnificent desert savage…

“Son of a bitch,” Nick muttered.

The little man standing on the opposite side of the sparely furnished, elegant room nodded. “Yes, my lord.”

“No-good, lying, cheating, sneaky bastards!”

“Absolutely,” the little man said, nodding again.

Nick looked up, his eyes narrowed.

“Calling me a ‘desert savage,’ as if I were some kind of beast. Is that what they think I am? An uncultured, vicious animal?”

“No, sire.” The little man clasped his hands together. “Surely not.”

“No one calls me that and gets away with it.”