Claimed by the Desert Sheikh: The Sheikh and the Pregnant Bride / Desert King, Pregnant Mistress / Desert Prince, Expectant Mother

Claimed by the Desert Sheikh: The Sheikh and the Pregnant Bride / Desert King, Pregnant Mistress / Desert Prince, Expectant Mother
Susan Stephens

Susan Mallery

Olivia Gates

Escape to the desert…into the arms of a sheikhFake fiancée required Prince Qadir needs a fake fiancée and the no-frills Maggie Collins seems to be the answer – she’s almost as resistant to the idea of romantic love as he is! When passion flares between them, Maggie falls pregnant. Will Qadir demand a real marriage? Innocent rose neededPressure is mounting on Sheikh Khalifa to take a bride and none of his potential wives hold the appeal of sweetly innocent Beth Torrance. She might not be perfect wife material but that doesn’t stop Khalifa from claiming her as his full-time mistress… Desert mistress summoned Crown Prince Faress Aal Rasheed combines being a top surgeon with running his country and still has time to indulge in countless affairs. He’s used to women falling at his feet, so why does the stunning Larissa seem so sure she can resist?

Under the scorching heat of the desert sun these powerful princes’ thoughts turn to seduction!

CLAIMED BY THE

Desert

SHEIKH

Three exotic and compelling books

by three exciting authors:

SUSAN MALLERY

SUSAN STEPHENS

OLIVIA GATES

Claimed by the Desert

Sheikh

The Sheikh and the Pregnant Bride

Susan Mallery

Desert King, Pregnant Mistress

Susan Stephens

Desert Prince, Expectant Mother

Olivia Gates

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

The Sheikh and the

Pregnant Bride

Susan Mallery

About the Author

New York Times bestselling author SUSAN MALLERY has entertained millions of readers with her witty and emotional stories about women and the relationships that move them. Publishers Weekly calls Susan’s prose “luscious and provocative,” and Booklist says, “Novels don’t get much better than Mallery’s expert blend of emotional nuance, humour and superb storytelling.” While Susan appreciates the critical praise, she is most honoured by the enthusiastic readers who write to tell her that her books made them laugh, made them cry and made the world a happier place to live. Susan lives in Seattle with her husband and her tiny but intrepid toy poodle. She’s there for the coffee, not the weather.

Visit Susan on the web at www.susanmallery.com.

Chapter One

Maggie Collins hated to admit it but the reality was, she was a tiny bit disappointed by her first meeting with a real, live prince.

The trip to El Deharia had been great. She’d flown first-class, which was just as fabulous as it looked in the movies. When she’d landed, she’d been whisked by limo to a fancy hotel. Until then, her only other limo experience had been for her prom and then she and her date had been sharing it and the expense with six other couples.

Arriving at the exclusive Hotel El Deharia, she’d been shown to a suite with a view of the Arabian Sea. The living room alone had been about the same size as the two-bedroom house she’d grown up in back in Aspen.

She also couldn’t complain about the palace. It was big and beautiful and historic-looking. But honestly, the offices where she was supposed to be meeting Prince Qadir weren’t anything special. They were just offices. And everyone was dressed so professionally in conservative suits. She’d been hoping for harem pants and a tiara or two. Of course, as she’d mostly seen men, a tiara was probably out of place.

The thought of the older British gentleman who had shown her into the office wearing a tiara made her giggle. She was still laughing when the door opened and a tall man in yet another suit walked in.

“Good morning,” he said as he approached. “I am Prince Qadir.”

Maggie sighed in disappointment. Yes, the prince was very handsome, but there was nothing different about him. No medals, not even a crown or a scepter or some proof of rank.

“Well, darn,” she murmured.

Prince Qadir raised his eyebrows. “Excuse me?”

Had she said that aloud? Oops. “I, ah …” She swallowed and then squared her shoulders. “Prince Qadir,” she said as she walked toward him and held out her hand. “Very nice to meet you. I’m Maggie Collins. We’ve been corresponding via e-mail.”

He took her hand in his and shook it. “I’m aware of that, Ms. Collins. I believe my last note to you said I preferred to work with your father.”

“Yet the ticket was in my name,” she said absently as she dropped her arm to her side, aware that even though she was five-ten, he was still much taller than her.

“I sent you each a ticket. Did he not use his?”

“No, he didn’t.” She glanced out the window at the formal garden below. “My father …” She cleared her throat and returned her attention to the prince. This was not the time to get sad again. She was here to do business. “My father died four months ago.”

“My condolences.”

“Thank you.”

Qadir glanced at his watch. “A car will return you to your hotel.”

“What?” Outrage chased away any threatening tears. “You’re not even going to talk to me?”

“No.”

Of all the annoying, arrogant, male ways to react. It was just so typical. “I’m more than capable of doing the job.”

“I don’t doubt that, Ms. Collins. However, my arrangement was with your father.”