Annie West - Sheikh’s Royal Baby Revelation

Desert captives for one night

Bound forever by their unexpected baby

When desert prince Ashraf was kidnapped alongside geologist Tori, the desperation of their life-threatening situation led to passionate oblivion. Rescued the next day, Ash never knew Toris fate...but this powerful sheikh never stopped looking for her. Now hes finally found Toriand discovered shes had his son! To claim them, Ashrafs prepared to make Tori his queen...but can he offer more than his royal name?

Enjoy this intense hidden heir story...

Ashs look seared Tori and she shifted in her seat. It wasnt just relief she felt. Her emotions were complex and she found herself growing nervous all over again.

The longer she sat with him, the more she realized how little she knew about Ash, despite the way her body hummed with awareness. He seemed light-years away from the stoic man with whom shed shared intimacies in the desert.

She couldnt imagine

No, that was wrong. She could imagine all too easily the urge to be with him again. The realization sent heat spiraling through her middle and surging up her throat to scald her cheeks.

Yet it wasnt sexual awareness stretching her nerves tight. It was apprehension. For she knew next to nothing about him. His life, hopes, expectations. How hed react when faced with what she had to tell him.

For a craven moment she wondered if she could avoid that. It would be taking a giant step into the unknown.

But it had to be done. She moistened her lips, ready to speak, but he was too fast for her.

So, Tori. Or should I call you Victoria? He leaned closer, his black-as-night gaze pinioning her to the seat. Are you going to tell me about my son?

Secret Heirs of Billionaires

There are some things money cant buy...

Living life at lightning pace, these magnates are no strangers to stakes at their highest. It seems theyve got it all... That is, until they find out that theres an unplanned item to add to their list of accomplishments!

Achieved:

1. Successful business empire.

2. Beautiful women in their bed.

3. An heir to bear their name?

Though every billionaire needs to leave his legacy in safe hands, discovering a secret heir shakes up the carefully orchestrated plan in more ways than one!

Uncover their secrets in:

The Sheikhs Secret Baby by Sharon Kendrick
The Sicilians Secret Son by Angela Bissell
Claimed for the Sheikhs Shock Son by Carol Marinelli
Shock Heir for the King by Clare Connelly
Demanding His Hidden Heir by Jackie Ashenden
The Maids Spanish Secret by Dani Collins

Look out for more stories in the Secret Heirs of Billionaires series coming soon!

Annie West

Sheikhs Royal Baby Revelation

Growing up near the beach, Annie West spent lots of time observing tall, burnished lifeguardsearly research! Now she spends her days fantasizing about gorgeous men and their love lives. Annie has been a reader all her life. She also loves travel, long walks, good company and great food. You can contact her at or via PO Box 1041, Warners Bay, NSW 2282, Australia.

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A Vow to Secure His Legacy

Secret Heirs of Billionaires

The Desert Kings Secret Heir

Passion in Paradise

Wedding Night Reunion in Greece

The Princess Seductions

His Majestys Temporary Bride

The Greeks Forbidden Princess

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Contents

A SHRAF WOKE TO the sound of a door slamming and the taste of blood in his mouth. Blood and dust.

He lay facedown, head and ribs burning with pain, the rest of him merely battered. Slowly he forced his eyelids open. He was in a dark room, lightened only by a spill of moonlight through a small, high window.

Then came rough voices using an obscure local dialect. Three men, he counted, walking away. He strained to hear over the merciless hammering in his head.

Theyd kill him tomorrow. After Qadri arrived to enjoy the spectacle and pay them for the successful kidnap.

Ashraf gritted his jaw, ignoring the spike of pain in the back of his skull.

Of course Qadri was behind this. Who else would dare? The bandit leader had even begun to style himself as a provincial chief in the last years of Ashrafs fathers rule.

The old Sheikh had moved slowly when dealing with problems in this remote province, the poorest and most backward in the country. Hed left Qadri alone as long as the bandit preyed only on his own people.

But Ashraf wasnt cut from the same cloth as his father. The old Sheikh was dead and Ashraf had introduced changes that would see Qadri dispossessed.

He could expect no mercy from his captors.

Ashraf wasnt nave enough to believe Qadri would negotiate his release. The man would fight for his fiefdom the only way he knew: with violence.

What better way to intimidate poor villagers than to execute the new Sheikh? To prove that modernisation and the rule of law had no place in the mountains that had only known Qadris authority for two decades?

Ashraf cursed his eagerness to see a new irrigation project, accepting the invitation to ride out with just a local guide and a single bodyguard into an area that was supposedly now completely safe.

Safe!

His belly clenched as he thought of his bodyguard, Basim, thrown from his horse by a tripwire rigged between two boulders.

Ashraf had vaulted from his horse to go to him, only to be felled by attackers. There was little satisfaction in knowing they hadnt overpowered him easily.

Was Basim alive? Ashrafs gut clenched at the thought of his faithful guard abandoned where hed fallen.

Fury scoured his belly. But fury wouldnt help now. Only cold calculation. He had to find a way out. Or a way to convey his location to those searching for him.

His father had always said he had the devils own luck. It had been a sneering accusation, not a fond appraisal, but for the first time Ashraf found himself hoping the old man had been right. He could do with some luck. And the energy to move.

A slight scuffling broke his train of thought.

He wasnt alone.

Ashraf refused to lie there waiting for another knockout blow.

Ignoring the pain that exploded through him at the movement, he rolled over and up onto his feet, only to stop abruptly, his right arm yanked back.

Spinning round, Ashraf discovered he was chained to a wall. Another turn, so swift his bruised head swam and pain seared his ribs. But with his back to the wall, his feet wide, he was ready to take on any assailant.

Come on. Show yourself.

Nothing. No movement. No sound.

Then, out of the darkness, something gleamed. Something pale that shone in the faint moonlight.

His guard was blond?

Ashraf blinked. It wasnt an hallucination.

Whoever it was, he wasnt local.