The Sheikh's Bought Wife

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At His Service

The Housekeeper’s Awakening

Desert Men of Qurhah

Defiant in the Desert

Shamed in the Sands

Seduced by the Sultan

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To the fabulous Janie Heard—super-sharp judge, sublime interpreter of Ottolenghi recipes, musician, most prolific reader in the bookclub and possessor of an earthy sense of humour.

Thanks for all your advice on the legal aspects of marital consummation—which provided an interesting and hilarious correspondence.

Contents

Cover (#ub9f5b190-862c-5cf7-81ae-c1504b4e458a)

Back Cover Text (#uc1242899-ab5e-52f0-8e50-df047b485e3a)

Introduction (#u308dad2c-39d6-5787-b233-241b3dcf2ad2)

Wedlocked! (#u2026c283-06ec-5f9d-880d-3a193c99ad60)

Title Page (#uc5605797-bc60-5bb2-ab20-ab7c023504cc)

About the Author (#u3bbf3ba7-a0a2-585a-b408-0d4d31828960)

PROLOGUE (#u8b0782e1-5260-5bd4-86fd-0eaa798f89ab)

CHAPTER ONE (#u404f7956-1617-55a6-9c48-8f2d5eeab24c)

CHAPTER TWO (#u1685dde4-849f-54fc-a0ea-b921541ce411)

CHAPTER THREE (#u64067979-5c6d-5e2f-b8fe-888405242d64)

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PROLOGUE (#ub7f1d007-cce9-5ee7-ba56-04970b5f13e9)

‘SO WHAT’S THE CATCH?’

Zayed detected the faint ripple of unease which ran through his advisors as he shot out his silky question. They were nervous, he could tell. More nervous than was usual in the presence of a sheikh of his power and influence. Not that he cared about their nerves. On the contrary, he found them useful. Deference and fear kept people at a distance and that was exactly where he liked them.

Turning away from the window which overlooked his magnificent palace gardens, he studied the men who stood in front of him—the guileless expression on the face of his closest aide, Hassan, not fooling him for a moment.

‘Catch, Your Most Supreme Highness?’ questioned Hassan.

‘Yes, catch,’ Zayed echoed, his voice growing impatient now. ‘My maternal grandfather has died and I discover he has gifted me one of the most valuable pieces of land in the entire desert region. Inheriting Dahabi Makaan was something which never even entered my mind.’ He frowned. ‘Which leaves me wondering what has prompted this gesture of unexpected generosity.’

Hassan gave a slight bow. ‘Because you are one of his few remaining blood relatives, sire, and thus surely such a bequest is perfectly natural.’

‘That much may be true,’ Zayed conceded. ‘But until recently he had not spoken to me since I was a boy of seven summers.’

‘Your grandfather was undoubtedly touched by your visit as he lay on his deathbed—a visit he must surely not have been anticipating,’ said Hassan diplomatically. ‘Perhaps that is the reason.’

Zayed’s jaw tightened. Perhaps it was. But the visit had not been inspired by love, since love had long departed from his heart. He had gone because duty had demanded it and Zayed never shirked from duty. He had gone despite the fierce pain it had caused him to do so. And yes, it had been a strange sensation to look upon the ravaged face of the old king, who had cut off his only daughter after her marriage to Zayed’s father. But death was the great equaliser, he remembered thinking bitterly as the gnarled old fingers had clutched at his. The stealthy foe from which no man or woman could ever escape. He had made his peace with his dying grandfather because he suspected it would have pleased his mother for him to do so, not because he’d been seeking some kind of financial reward.

‘Nobody gives something for nothing in this world, but perhaps this is an exception.’ Zayed’s eyes bored questioningly into those of his aide. ‘Are you telling me that the land is to be mine, without condition?’

Hassan hesitated and the pause which followed sounded heavy. Ominous. ‘Not quite.’

Zayed nodded. So his unerring instinct had not failed him after all! ‘You mean there is a catch,’ he said triumphantly.

Hassan nodded. ‘I suspect that you will see it as one, sire—for in order to inherit Dahabi Makaan, you need to be...’ nervously, he licked his lips ‘...married.’

‘Married?’ echoed Zayed, his voice deepening with a dangerous note, which made the aides shoot glances of increasing anxiety at each other.

‘Yes, sire.’

‘You know my feelings about marriage.’

‘Indeed, sire.’