Sheikh Prince Amir has vowed to redeem his scandalous family name — so the last thing he needs on a tour of his desert kingdom is to have a sensuous blonde with more spirit than clothes presented for his harem. Especially when she is under his sheets This is one of my most intense stories to date. I started out exploring what a modern, independent woman would do if thrust out of her comfort zone and into a strange world where she found herself utterly dependent on a stranger. LOVED the opening, so dramatic and evocative.
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Sheikh Prince Amir has vowed to redeem his scandalous family name — so the last thing he needs on a tour of his desert kingdom is to have a sensuous blonde with more spirit than clothes presented for his harem.
Especially when she is under his sheets This is one of my most intense stories to date. I started out exploring what a modern, independent woman would do if thrust out of her comfort zone and into a strange world where she found herself utterly dependent on a stranger. LOVED the opening, so dramatic and evocative.
It really reminded me of the real classic romances The bed was massive. Low and wide enough for four. Yet it looked far too full with just one man occupying it. A shiver spidered its way down her backbone, drawing her skin taut at the idea. Silently she crept across the carpeted floor to gather up her black cloak. Holding her breath she reached her other hand towards the bed and slid a massive pillow towards her. He remained oblivious, his chest rising and falling slightly with each breath.
Yet it made this easier. With quick, efficient movements Cassie wrapped the cloak around her and curled up on a silk carpet beside the bed. She nestled her head on the plump pillow and almost sighed her pleasure. Every bone ached with tiredness. Instantly she stiffened. A matter of trust. But how could she trust this stranger as completely as he expected?
A stranger whose deep voice and efficient, unfussy care of her had eased her frayed nerves and given her support when she needed it. Still- Her thoughts disintegrated as warmth surrounded her.
Strong arms lifted her tight against his solid form. Terror engulfed her, obliterating her tentative sense of wellbeing. Cassie fought to escape but could get no purchase on the smooth hard muscle of his bare torso.
Not when his body seemed made of unbreakable steel beneath the warm silk of his skin. A whoof of air expelled from her lungs as he dropped her onto the bed. Cassie barely touched the mattress before she was scrabbling to escape, but he sat beside her, his hip hard against her own, his hold firm as he captured her flailing hands in one of his.
You are quite safe. Cassie stared up at a broad, muscled torso dusted with dark hair, to a dangerously angled jaw accentuated by a shadow of stubble.
Her heart gave a single lurch. Of fear or something else? You will sleep here, with me, and you will give the impression, when the servants arrive in the morning, that you are well content. Is that understood? Do you understand? It must appear we spent the night as lovers. For your own safety. Unless you wish to be taken away. Through the manic pounding of her heart the only sound was her ragged breathing. Fury, she assured herself. He leaned a fraction closer and the scent of sandalwood tickled her nostrils.
Cassie froze, wary and at the same time mesmerised by the shift and bunch of muscles in his torso. Frowning, Cassie turned from him to look at the heavy object in her hand. Suddenly she believed. She trusted. And if anything frightens you in the night, remember you have this. His hand fell away and still the deadly blade rested on his bare, bronzed skin. Holding the heavy knife took all her strength. Yet within something surged as she watched him watching her beneath hooded lids.
Her heart squeezed. He gave her not just words, but the power that had been taken from her. The power to protect herself. The knife wobbled dangerously in her fist and he closed a gentle hand around hers, lowering it to the cool cotton sheet near her shoulder. No one will harm you. Then his hand dropped. His lips thinned and abruptly he stood, towering above her, his wide square shoulders and tapering waist perfect male symmetry limned by the single lamp.
He stood a moment watching her, then with an abrupt movement bent to tuck in the bedding. A moment later he was striding to his side of the bed. She took in the power of his lean torso and the powerful buttocks and thighs encased in pale drawstring pants that rode low on his hips.
Heart in mouth, she watched him lift the coverlet on the far side of the bed and slip beneath it. Without a word he turned away from her. As exhaustion finally claimed her she was aware of a growing sense of peace. She was almost asleep when her drowsy brain registered why it was she felt so safe. Not because of his words. It was the cursory, almost unthinking comfort of that one final action.
How many years had it been since anyone had tucked her into bed for the night? Had showed her such tenderness? Her heart clutched at the memory then warmth filled her as she slipped into a dreamless sleep. She was totally oblivious of the man who turned in the bed and propped himself up to watch her through the night, his brows drawn together in a frown. To enter the draw, just answer these two questions:. Email us at staff authorsoundrelations.
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Girl In The Bedouin Tent
Account Options Sign in. Top charts. New arrivals. Annie West March 1, Sheikh Prince Amir has vowed to redeem his scandalous family name—so the last thing he needs on a tour of his desert kingdom is to have a sensuous blonde with more spirit than clothes presented for his harem. Fiery Cassie might have been kidnapped by bandits and dolled up as the Sheikh's love slave, but she refuses to be any man's plaything.
Girl in the Bedouin Tent