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Bound to Her Desert Captor

Posted on May 2, 2018 in Books, Coming Soon

Released June 2018 Certain that Regan James has information on his sister’s disappearance, Sheikh Jaeger steals her away to his palace. He doesn’t expect compliance from his beautiful captive, but when defiant Regan accidentally causes a media storm, it must be resolved. How? He’ll have to marry her! Their engagement is for appearances, but the electricity sparked by their passion feels exquisitely – dangerously – real…   Excerpt from Chapter One ‘I’m sorry, Your Majesty, but there has been no further information as to your sister’s whereabouts.’ Jaeger al-Hadrid, King of Santara, nodded once then turned his back on his silver-haired senior aide. He stared out of the arched windows of his palace office on to the city of Aran below. It was early, the dawn sun bouncing off the Gulf of Ma’an and bathing the sleepy capital of Santara in a golden glow. The pale pink palace perched on the crest of a hill faced the once industrious port that had recently been transformed into a tourist mecca: hotels, restaurants and shopping outlets, tastefully designed to blend the old with the new. It was just one of Jaeger’s successful attention-grabbing visions to boost the local economy and showcase the changing face of his kingdom. He didn’t see any of it right now, his mind locked down by the worry brought about by his sister’s disappearance. Where was she? And,more importantly,was she all right? A week ago he had returned from a business trip to London to find a note on his desk.   Dear Jag, I know you won’t like this but I’ve taken off for a few weeks. I’m not going to tell you where I’m going because this is important to me.That’s why I haven’t taken my cell phone. No doubtif I didyou’dfigure out where I’m going before I even get there! But don’t worry, I’ll be fine. I love you, Milena xxx   Don’t worry? Don’t worry?After what had happened three years ago, how could he do anything but worry? He reached for the note on his desk, now enclosed in an evidence bag, and had to force himself not to crumple it in his fist. So far the only thing his elite security team had been able to find out was that she had taken a flight to Athens and then disappeared with a man. A man who had been identified as Chad James. An employee, no less, whom Jaeger had personally allowed his sister to work alongside for the past six months. His jaw hardened and he had to force himself to breathe deeply. Chad James was a brilliant graduate who had been recruited from the States last year to work for his pet company, GeoTech Industries. The company only employed high-energy, intelligent men and women who could think outside the box to create leading-edge technologies that rivalled anything coming out of Silicon Valley. A week ago the young graduate had put in for one month’s leave without pay. Had he coerced Milena into going with him for some lovers’ tryst? Or, worse, kidnapped her and planted the note, planning to ask for a ransom any day now? Jag cursed silently. Since becoming King a decade ago he’d done his best to keep his siblings safe from harm. How had he failed so extraordinarily in that endeavour? How had he got it so spectacularly wrong? Again! Because it washis fault. He’d put his sister in harm’s way, even if he hadn’t known it at the time, and he held himself fully responsible. And it couldn’t have come at a worse time. For the past decade he had worked tirelessly to pull Santara out of the economic and political quagmire his father had inadvertently left it in, and, right when he was on the verge of having Santara recognised as an integral political powerhouse on the world stage, his sister went missing. The worry was eating him alive. ‘How is it possible,’ he growled in Tarik’s direction, ‘that in this day and age no one can find out where she is?’ The elderly man...

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Prince Nadir’s Secret Heir

Posted on Oct 12, 2014 in Books, Coming Soon

Prince Nadir’s Secret Heir

Back cover Blurb Prince Nadir’s brief liaison with virginal Moulin Rouge dancer Imogen Reid was over almost before it began. And Imogen fled…carrying something very precious to Nadir. Now he’s found her again and he has a plan: Step 1: Take Imogen and their daughter back to Bakaan. Step 2: Ignore his body’s betraying desire for the woman he never forgot. Step 3: Marry Imogen, thus securing his heir and stabilizing his desert kingdom. But step two proves increasingly difficult to execute, especially when it’s clear he’s not the only one struggling. So now it’s time for plan B…finish what they started in Paris! Order on Amazon Read an excerpt from Chapter one Some days started out well and stayed that way. Others started out well and rapidly deteriorated. This day, Nadir Zaman Al-Darkhan, Crown Prince of Bakaan, decided as he stared at a very large and very ugly statue squatting in the corner of his London office, was rapidly sliding towards the latter. ‘What the hell is that?’ He glanced over his shoulder at his new PA, who blinked back at him like a newly hatched owl transfixed by a wicked wolf. She’d been recommended by his old PA, whose recently acquired husband had taken offence at the seventeen-hour work-days Nadir habitually kept, and he wasn’t sure how she was going to work out. In general people either treated him with deference or fear. According to his brother, it had something to do with the vibe he gave off. Apparently he emanated an aura of power and ruthless determination that didn’t bode well for his personal relationships, which was why he didn’t have many. Nadir had merely shrugged when Zach had delivered that piece of news. Personal relationships ranked well down below work, exercise, sex and sleep. Not always, a sneaky voice whispered in his ear and he frowned as that voice conjured up an image of a woman he had once briefly dated over a year ago and had never seen since. ‘I believe it’s a golden stag, sir,’ his PA all but stuttered, definitely falling into the fearful category. Applying some of that ruthlessness his brother had mentioned, Nadir banished the image of the blonde dancer from his mind and turned back to the statue. He could see it was a stag and he only hoped it hadn’t once been alive. ‘I got that, Miss Fenton. What I should have said is—what the hell is it doing in my office?’ ‘It’s a gift from the Sultan of Astiv.’ Ah, just what he needed—another gift from some world leader he didn’t know, offering commiserations over the death of his father two weeks ago. He’d only been back in Europe a day since the funeral and he was, frankly, tired of the reminders which always brought up the fact that he felt nothing for the man who had sired him. Annoyed, he strode across to his desk and sat down. His PA stopped in his doorway with her iPad clutched to her chest. ‘Tell me, Miss Fenton. Should a person feel badly that their father has just passed away?’ His PA’s eyes slowly widened as if he’d just raised a gun to her head. ‘I couldn’t quite say, sir.’ Meaning she didn’t want to say. Which didn’t surprise him. It wasn’t as if he was known for seeking out the personal opinion of those who worked for him. Not on private matters anyway. Still, he couldn’t quite contain his frustration as his PA shuffled into his office and perched on the edge of an office chair. Between fear and awe he’d go with awe every time but his new PA looked as if she was waiting for him to attack her with a blunt instrument, which could have something to do with the whole host of unwanted emotions and memories his father’s death had stirred up in him. He knew a shrink would tell him that was a good thing. As far as Nadir was concerned, long buried emotions and memories were long buried for a very good...

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Socialite’s Gamble

Posted on Nov 19, 2013 in Books, Coming Soon

Socialite’s Gamble

June 2014. Blurb: When the gentleman places his bet… As the darling of London’s party scene, Cara Chatsfield isn’t surprised when her father’s CEO sends her to Las Vegas to host The Chatsfield’s world-famous poker tournament. And if behind the glitz and glamour there’s a girl hurt by her past? She’ll never tell. Aidan Kelly detests women like Cara, but when his biggest rival includes Cara in the stakes, Aidan must win—and not just for her protection! But getting to know the stunning socialite, he discovers a beautiful, vulnerable young woman awoken by his own personal brand of passion! Welcome to the Chatsfield, Las Vegas! Order on Amazon   Read an unedited excerpt from Chapter One By rights Cara should have felt like she was on top of the world. And she had been yesterday when her agent had informed her that she had won the lucrative Demarche cosmetic contract that would take her modelling career in a more serious direction. On some level Cara still couldn’t believe her agent had pulled it off and she probably wouldn’t relax until the big announcement was made at a glitzy event in London the following Sunday evening. Eight days from now. It was going to be such a big deal that despite all her experience in the public eye, Cara knew that she would be nervous on the night. Especially when things had a tendency to go wrong for her at peak moments in her life and she had no idea why. Not that she would let anything get in the way this time. Her agent had worked incredibly hard to paint Cara in the best light possible. To explain that she had changed, that she was no longer the Chatsfield wild child and all-round party girl but a young woman who was revered by others around the world. Cara secretly thought that had been pushing it a bit but Harriet genuinely believed in her and Cara would not let her down. Especially after so many people had tried to distance themselves from her after that hideous rock video she had mistakenly agreed to appear in. Before the censorship board had pulled it, it had come with an R rating but naturally, it had gone viral before then. Cara had thought that she would never get a decent job again after that. Certainly that’s what her father had said. Which brought her right back to why she couldn’t yet bask in the glow of her big win. She was late. Seriously late. Not entirely her fault because really, who could have predicted that she’d get stuck on the tarmac at LAX for five hours due to an unexpected electrical storm that had hung over the city like a bad smell. And by the look of the teeming rain outside she supposed she was lucky the plane had even landed in Vegas and not been rerouted to say… Uzbekistan! That would be more in keeping with the day she was having. Probably she shouldn’t have even detoured from London to LA but when she’d been told that she had to go to Vegas, she’d wanted to stop off and take her agent to lunch. Somehow lunch had turned into a private celebratory party and… well; she wouldn’t waste time regretting it. No one other than her siblings had ever shown her any support in her life and Harriet had said it was important. ‘More important, than tonight,’ she grumbled, wanting to kiss the aisle as the line of passengers started to shuffle toward the exit doors. Poker was hardly important even if the game she was supposed to hostess later that night at one of her father’s flagship hotels had the largest buy in of any Casino in the Western world. It was only money. Glancing at the time on her phone she shoved it back into her shoulder bag and strode down the aerobridge. One hour. One hour that apparently included a thirty minute taxi ride from McCarran International to the glittering diamond on the Las Vegas strip – The Chatsfield...

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