e. Pale pink lips tinted with the faintest hint of gloss, which might as well have been painted the dee

t changes, it was the final th

age and unquenchable passion. There was a guardedness about her that he knew insti

nation had been turned down.Deliberate

s lips. What

man who'd betrayed him cross the expanse of his official domain, the seat of his power and the

ithin touching distance of His Majesty, the Sheikh of Jukrat. He was the ruler who'd taken the passable province his great-grandfather had painstakingly nurtured, and

sailable fact, Tahir re

heir many mesmerising shades of green travelled up from the

rved lips parted on a short breath. T

ght, the fire racing through his veins a

e thing had

nt drink his mother had loved. Like the deep, hypnotic tones of a distant bell he wanted to ignore but fo

deeper into the rich polished wood of his antique desk. To make him conscious of e

adn't invited her to be sociable, she went a shade paler, then

st for the pleasure of telling you to go to hell.' His voice, thankfully, wa

arm before they swept

r.But unless Lauren Winchester had undergone a personality transplant, he knew it was a false, calculated move. Bo

ing rigid and knotted inside h

sed him far too viciously on what it'd felt like to kiss t

e you

g his body's rude, primal

d to come. I

alance of choices. 'Of course you did. Good or bad. Wise or foolish. There's always a choice. Present

reacted again, this time with memory, as if ro

n wasn't a frien

rd-thinking woman with a breathtaking, traffic-stopping body-and used

mailing. I also