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       Family is all that matters to these proud and passionate kings of the desert, so discovering they’re fathers means claiming their children at any cost…

      THE

       Desert LORD’S LOVE-CHILD

       Three intensely emotional stories from favourite authors

       OLIVIA GATES KATE HEWITT MEREDITH WEBBER

      The

      Desert Lord’s Love-Child

      The Desert Lord’s Baby

      Olivia Gates

      The Sheikh’s Love-Child

      Kate Hewitt

      The Sheikh Surgeon’s Baby

      Meredith Webber

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

       The Desert Lord’s Baby

       Olivia Gates

      About the Author

      OLIVIA GATES has always pursued many passions. But the time came when she had to set up a “passion priority", to give her top one her all, and writing won. Hands down. She is most fulfilled when she is creating worlds and conflicts for her characters and then exploring and untangling them bit by bit, sharing her protagonists’ every heartache and hope and heart-pounding doubt until she leads them to their indisputably earned and glorious happy ending. When she’s not writing she is a doctor, a wife to her own alpha male and a mother to one brilliant girl and one demanding angora cat.

      Please visit Olivia at http://www.oliviagates.com.

      To an incredible lady, my editor

       Natashya Wilson, for her belief in me, her

       constant encouragement and spot-on guidance.

      And to wonderful Melissa Jeglinski for

       opening up a fantastic new path for me.

      Prologue

      “Do you know what it felt like, being trapped for two days in those hellish negotiations, away from you?”

      Farooq’s voice swept over Carmen, dark and fathomless like the night sky she was staring into, the exotic accent turning it into a potent weapon, an irresistible spell.

      She’d felt him the moment he’d entered the penthouse. The skyscraper. Long before that. Probably the moment he’d stepped out of the closed negotiations that had taken him away from her every day for the past six weeks. The nights had been all hers. All theirs. Madness and magic’s.

      She’d thought she’d braced herself, was ready for her first exposure to him after forty-eight hours of deprivation.

      After she’d found out something that had changed her life forever.

      She wasn’t ready. His approach felt like that of a hurricane. Her teeth chattered with the convulsion of emotions ripping through her. How she loved him.

      It had happened so fast, so totally. When she’d thought she stopped believing in love, wasn’t even equipped to feel lust. Then, everything inside her had shuddered with the first sight of him, stumbled with the first hours in his company, crashed with the first night in his arms. She’d been hurtling deeper ever since.

      She’d known that, when her time with him was up, she’d keep on plunging, hadn’t cared what would happen then, had only been desperate to experience every minute afforded her of him.

      Until today.

      She gazed blindly through the floor-to-ceiling reinforced glass overlooking Manhattan, which sparkled beyond the sprawling darkness of Central Park. Each quiet step of now-bare feet on the luxurious carpet echoed inside her, along with the hiss of cashmere sliding off silk, then silk off living velvet steel, his masterpiece body slowly revealed, not in reflection, but in her memory, where his every nuance was etched in obsessive detail.

      She still couldn’t turn to him. The scalpel edge she’d been balancing on began to slice into her, cutting slow and deep.

      This would be their last night.

      She wanted to cram a lifetime into it. Tear open every second and fill it with him, with them. She wanted to consume him, needed all his contradictions, patience and arrogance, tenderness and ferocity, all devastating, all at once.

      “Wahashteeni, ya ghalyah.” His croon dipped into the bass reaches of her torment. Hearing him say he missed her, the endearment he favored—precious, treasured—hit a chord of blind yearning inside her. Her breasts heaved, her nipples hardened to points of agony. She couldn’t bear the crush of cotton over her inflamed skin, the chafing emptiness inside her. Then he made it far worse. “I shouldn’t have stayed away no matter what. Now I’m almost afraid to touch you, afraid that when I do, it will take us to the very edge of survival.”

      He was half a breath away now, and inside her a tornado tore everything apart. She gasped for air. It screeched down her lungs, riding a scent of intoxication, the musk of tension, virility and desire. Of him. A phantom touch moved her cascade of burgundy hair to one shoulder, exposing her neck. He leaned a fraction closer … and breathed. Inhaled her. Drew her whole into him.

      Then his hands moved over her, hovering an inch away, creating a field of sensual friction. He brought his lips to her ear and his soft rumble hit her with the force of a clap of thunder. “I couldn’t even call you, knew I’d lose every ground I’d won if I heard your voice, felt your desire. I would have dropped everything and come to you.”

      And she knew. She couldn’t take even tonight with him.

      If she did, she’d stay. And in six more weeks, he’d know.

      He’d know she was pregnant.

      And she couldn’t let him know.

      She’d promised him it was safe to make love without protection. And it hadn’t been. He’d see her as a liar, a cheat. He’d be incensed. Or worse. Far worse.

      He might have behaved magnificently with her, but she had no illusions about what she was to him. She was a diversion to let off steam during negotiations that taxed his soul and psyche. After that first night together, his offer had been clear. Be his lover during his three-month world tour to broker peace and relief. She was certain he intended to end their arrangement with all the largesse of the prince that he was, probably with an ultragenerous settlement. A settlement she would never have accepted.

      But fate had given her something far more precious than anything he could have offered her, the ultimate СКАЧАТЬ