Woman in a Sheikh's World. Sarah Morgan

      She didn’t need protecting from the elements. She needed protection from him. Or was it herself? She was no longer sure.

      Confused and jittery, Avery parked and sprang from the vehicle. ‘You can camp by that rock and I’ll camp by the other.’ Distance, she thought. She needed distance. They needn’t even see each other until morning. She’d zip her tent up and keep it zipped.

      ‘There is just one tent, Avery.’

      ‘What?’ His words blew out the foundations of her fledgling plan and answered any remaining questions she had about her feelings for him. ‘Just one?’

      ‘I don’t intend to sleep with you.’ He leaned in and pulled a bag from the vehicle. ‘Just to share a tent with you. It isn’t as if we haven’t done it before.’

      But the last time they’d been lovers. Intimate in every way. He’d be sleeping with his head next to hers. His body within touching distance.

      THE PRIVATE LIVES

      OF PUBLIC PLAYBOYS

       Two notorious billionaires with one unbreakable rule: work hard … and play harder!

      Billionaire tycoon Lucas Jackson is no stranger to business deals conducted in the desert—

      but even in blistering heat his heart remains ice-cold …

      Sheikh Malik rules the Kingdom of Zubran, and has never met anyone who didn’t bow to his command. Until now …

      Both are infamous worldwide for having the Midas touch in the boardroom … and a decadently sinful touch in the bedroom.

      Last month you read Lucas Jackson’s story in

       A NIGHT OF NO RETURN

      This month see Sheikh Malik find a queen for his desert kingdom in

       WOMAN IN A SHEIKH’S WORLD

      About the Author

      USA TODAY bestselling author SARAH MORGAN writes lively, sexy stories for both Mills & Boon^® Modern^™ Romance and Medical Romance^™.

      As a child Sarah dreamed of being a writer, and although she took a few interesting detours on the way she is now living that dream. With her writing career she has successfully combined business with pleasure, and she firmly believes that reading romance is one of the most satisfying and fat-free escapist pleasures available. Her stories are unashamedly optimistic, and she is always pleased when she receives letters from readers saying that her books have helped them through hard times.

      RT Book Reviews has described her writing as ‘action-packed and sexy’, and nominated her books for their Reviewers’ Choice Awards and their ‘Top Pick’ slot.

      Sarah lives near London with her husband and two children, who innocently provide an endless supply of authentic dialogue. When she isn’t writing or reading Sarah enjoys music, movies, and any activity that takes her outdoors.

      Readers can find out more about Sarah and her books from her website: www.sarahmorgan.com. She can also be found on Facebook and Twitter.

       Recent titles by the same author:

       A NIGHT OF NO RETURN

        (The Private Lives of Public Playboys)

       THE FORBIDDEN FERRARA

       ONCE A FERRARA WIFE …

       DOUKAKIS’S APPRENTICE

       Did you know these are also available as eBooks? Visit www.millsandboon.co.uk

      Woman in a

      Sheikh’s World

      Sarah Morgan

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

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      CHAPTER ONE

      SHE dreamed of the desert.

      She dreamed of dunes turning red gold under the burning fire of the sun and of the clear blue waters of the Persian Gulf lapping beaches of soft white sand. She dreamed of savage mountains and palm-shaded pools. And she dreamed of a Prince—a Prince with eyes all shades of the night and the power to command armies.

      ‘Avery!’ He was calling her name but she carried on walking without looking back. The ground crumbled beneath her feet and she was falling, falling …

       ‘Avery, wake up!’

      She rose through clouds of sleep, the voice jarring with the image in her head. It was wrong. His voice was rich, deep and everything male. This voice was female and amused. ‘Mmm?’

      The delicious aroma of fresh coffee teased her and she lifted her head and stared at the mug that had been placed next to her on the table. With a groan, she sat up and reached for it, half blind from sleep. ‘What time is it?’

      ‘Seven. You were moaning. That must have been some dream.’

      Avery pushed her hand through her hair and tried to wake herself up. She had the same dream every night. Thankfully when she woke it was to find herself in London, not the desert. The discordant blare of taxi horns announced the start of the morning rush hour. No mountains and no shaded oasis—just Jenny, her best friend and business partner, pressing the button on her desk to raise the blinds.

      Sunshine poured into the spectacular glass-clad office from all directions and Avery felt a sudden rush of relief to be awake and realise that the ground hadn’t crumbled beneath her feet. She hadn’t lost everything. This was hers and she’d built it from sheer hard work.

      ‘I need to take a quick shower before our meeting.’

      ‘When you ordered this couch for your office, I didn’t realise the intention was to sleep on it.’ Jenny put her coffee down on Avery’s desk and slipped off her shoes. ‘Just in case you don’t actually know this, I feel it’s my duty to point out that normal human beings go home at the end of the working day.’

      The disturbing dream clung to Avery’s mind like a cobweb and she tried to brush it off, irritated by how much it could affect her. That wasn’t her life. This was.

      Barefoot, she strolled across her office and took a look at her reality.

      Through the floor to ceiling windows, the city sparkled in the early morning sunshine, mist wrapping the River Thames in an ethereal cloak as delicate as a bride’s veil. Familiar landmarks rose through the milky haze and down on the streets below tiny figures hurried along pavements and cars were already jammed together on the