The Sheikh's Sinful Seduction. Dani Collins

      

       Zafir slid his hands over hers.

      Fern tried to look away, but he was tall and very close. He smelled good. Earthy and sweaty, but not overpowering. Masculine and intriguing. She’d never met a man with such an air of command—Zafir was in his prime: not just healthy, but radiating supremacy.

      In the back of her mind she knew she was behaving like a rock band super-fan—speechless in the presence of a man with star quality, unable to move—but he was so incredible. She found herself staring into his eyes for too long. She knew it was too long, but she couldn’t look away from those crystal blue-green depths. They quested, delving into hers, demanding something she didn’t even understand.

      Say something, she thought, and let her tongue wet her lips.

      His gaze lowered to her mouth.

      Her breath evaporated.

      She found her own gaze dropping to his mouth, wondered how it would feel to have those smooth lips rubbing against hers. Her heart was fluttering like a trapped bird … her pulse was pounding in her ears.

      He lifted his hand to hover hotly next to her cheek, scorching her. His brows jerked in some type of struggle.

       Was he going to kiss her?

      SEVEN SEXY SINS The true taste of temptation!

      From greed to gluttony, lust to envy, these fabulous stories explore what seven sexy sins mean in the twenty-first century!

      Whether pride goes before a fall, or wrath leads to a passion that consumes entirely, one thing is certain: the road to true love has never been more enticing!

      So you decide:

       How can it be a sin when it feels so good?

      Sloth—Cathy Williams

      Lust—Dani Collins

      Pride—Kim Lawrence

      Gluttony—Maggie Cox

      Greed—Sara Craven

      Wrath—Maya Blake

      Envy—Annie West

      Seven titles by some of

       Mills & Boon^® Modern™ Romance’s most treasured and exciting authors!

      The Sheikh’s

       Sinful

       Seduction

      Dani Collins

      

www.millsandboon.co.uk

      Canadian DANI COLLINS knew in high school that she wanted to write romance for a living. Twenty-five years later, after marrying her high school sweetheart, having two kids with him, working several generic office jobs and submitting countless manuscripts, she got ‘The Call’. Her first Mills & Boon^® Modern™ Romance won the Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best First In Series from RT Book Reviews. She now works in her own office, writing romance.

      With a theme like lust—well, duh. Of course this one’s dedicated to my husband, Doug.

      Friends, and even strangers,

       love to waggle their brows and lower their tone

       to a suggestive level and ask romance writers,

       “How do you research your love scenes?” Here I’d like to

       officially give my husband the credit he deserves.

       He’s always been extremely patient when I bring the

       laptop to bed so I can take notes. Thanks, honey.

      Contents

       Cover

       Introduction

      SEVEN SEXY SINS

       Title Page

       About the Author

       Dedication

      CHAPTER ONE

      CHAPTER TWO

      CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       EPILOGUE

       Extract

       Copyright

       CHAPTER ONE

      ARRIVING AT THE OASIS brought Fern Davenport back to life in a way she’d never experienced. The two-day camel trek through the dunes that she had anticipated with such excitement had been exactly what her employer and friend, Amineh, had warned it would be: a test of endurance.

      But worth it. Exactly as promised.

      After nothing but shades of blinding white and bleached yellow and dull red, the glimpse of greenery had Fern sitting taller, bringing her nose up the same way her camel did, searching for the scent of water. As they entered the farthest reach of the underground spring, where the palms were stunted and the grass sparse, she felt like a giant looking down on the tops of trees. The sun was already behind the canyon wall and blessedly cool air began to slither beneath the flapping edges of her abaya to caress her bare legs.

      The tension of fearing for her survival began to ease. She wanted to release a laugh of relieved joy.

      Outbursts of any kind weren’t her thing, though. She preferred to be as invisible as possible. Fern considered herself an observer of life, not so much a participant, but for the first time she experienced something like what a frisky lamb or a cocky adolescent must feel. It was a strange awareness of being alive. Her blood cells took on new energy and her pulse returned to vigorous beats. She wanted to throw off the weight of her clothes, expose her hot skin to the verdant air, kick up her heels and soak life through her pores. She wanted to be one with nature.

      Awash in this state of renewal, she looked ahead to the clearing where the caravan would unload and saw him.

      Just a man in a thobe and gutra. He could have been one of the camel keepers for all she knew, but a deep, feminine part of her recognized the kind of male that called to any woman. A leader. One whom other men looked to for direction and approval. Confident. A man of strength whose muscles strained the white tunic that draped his shoulders. He wore sandals and his feet were dusty, but he planted them firmly. With ownership.

      She forced herself to lift her gaze to his face, barely able to withstand the impact of such handsomeness. How could a man be