Rachid bin Amir al
Hantan is fighting for the sovereignty of his small country. He needs to find
some powerful allies - and fast. Attending the wedding of Dominic Corisi is as
much about reconnecting with old friends as it is about celebrating nuptials.
The last thing he needs right now is the distraction of a woman.
Zhang Yajun is a self-made billionaire who can’t believe she accepted her
friend’s dare to kiss Sheikh Rachid before the end of the wedding. When
impulsive words lead to even more impulsive actions, these two will discover
that sometimes the last thing you were looking for is the one thing that can
save you.
Sample:
Those beautiful, intelligent eyes pierced his soul. “Are you backing out?”
God help him, he couldn’t.
“No,” he said hoarsely. He pulled her roughly against him and said, “Your father gave you to me and you will submit.” He swooped down to claim her mouth and the line between reality and
fantasy blurred.
She pushed lightly against his chest with both of her
hands and struggled just enough to kick
up his excitement to a level he’d never experienced before. Before he
lost all control and took her right there on Dominic’s patio, Rachid
broke off the kiss and closed a hand around one of her wrists. “Come,”
he said and dragged her behind him down the stairs toward the airfield.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked, her voice rising with distress.
A quick look back confirmed that her eyes were dancing with an
excitement that belied her words. He stopped walking and pulled her into
his arms again, growling into one of her ears, “Somewhere private where
I can enjoy you.”
She pulled away from him, attempting to free the wrist he still held firmly in one hand.
“You’ll never get away with this!” she said, her small chest heaving.
Effortlessly, he picked her up and swung her over one of his shoulders.
She kicked her legs and hit his back – although there was no sting to
those flails. “You will learn to obey me, woman.”
“Never,” she hissed.
Head high, he carried her that way to his private plane. Per his
earlier instructions, it had been readied and the pilot was near the
open hatch. The expression on the pilot’s face was priceless. “Your
highness?” he asked in a worried tone.
Rachid issued his order harshly. “Tell no one of our extra guest. Do you understand?”
When the pilot hesitated, Rachid put Zhang down beside him and loomed
over the man, repeating himself between gritted teeth, “Do you
understand?”
“Yes, Your Highness. Of course.”
Before
looking away, Rachid added, “And I will require absolute privacy in the
main cabin. Do not open that door no matter what you hear.”
“Of course,” the man said nervously.
Once inside the plane, Rachid led Zhang and area where two seats were
face to face. He deposited her in one of them and sat in the one
directly across from her. They both waited until the pilot had closed
the hatch before either of them spoke.
Zhang laughed into her hand. “I think he really believes that you’re kidnapping me.”
The corners of Rachid’s eyes crinkled with humor, but instead of
breaking role with her he said, “Remove your underclothing before you
secure your seatbelt.”
Her head tipped to the side in question.
He secured himself in his seat and folded his arms across his chest.
“Do as I say. We have a six hour flight – plenty of time to start your
education.”
