The Last Prince of Dahaar. Tara Pammi

       Zohra’s heart thudded hard against her ribcage. Her chest was incredibly tight.

      Across the vast hall her gaze met Prince Ayaan’s. And held it.

      She had expected him to be just as isolated from her as he had been through the parade. And yet she could swear he was tuned to her every step, every breath, as if they were the only two people in the huge hall.

      Her nerves stretched tight at the intensity of that gaze. It burned hot, alive, intense, and she realized she was the cause of it. That awareness between them—it had a life of its own.

      Was he anchoring her or was she anchoring him to a path neither wanted to go on?

      Sucking in a breath, she severed the connection and focused on something beyond his shoulder. An uncontrollable shaking took root in her.

      She did not need his strength—imagined or real—and nor did he need hers.

      The setting of the wedding, the festivities and joy around her—it was all getting to her.

       “This marriage will be whatever you make of it.”

      Zohra intended to set the tone for it from the beginning. And that meant remembering that she and the Prince were nothing but strangers brought together by duty.

       A DYNASTY

       OF SAND AND SCANDAL

       A throne where secrets never sleep!

      The Desert Kingdom of Dahaar has been beset by tragedy, scandal and secrets for as long as anyone can remember.

      Those that reach for the crown are forced to pay a high price indeed. When duty calls, these royals must obey …

      But these are children of the desert, and the fires of passion run hot in their veins.

      And rarely does passion pair with duty.

      This month read the first in this unstoppable miniseries by author Tara Pammi:

       THE LAST PRINCE OF DAHAAR

      The Last Prince of Dahaar

      Tara Pammi

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      TARA PAMMI can’t remember a moment when she wasn’t lost in a book—especially a Mills & Boon^® romance, which provided so much more excitement to a teenager than a mathematics textbook. It was only years later, while struggling with her two-hundred-page thesis in a basement lab, that Tara realised what she really wanted to do: write a romance novel. She already had the requirements—a wild imagination and a love for the written word.

      Tara lives in Colorado with the most co-operative man on the planet and two daughters. Her husband and daughters are the only things that stand between Tara and a full-blown hermit life with only books for company.

      Tara would love to hear from readers. She can be reached at [email protected] or through her website: www.tarapammi.com

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       I’m so proud of the man you have become.

      With such real-life inspiration, no wonder the hero of this book is such an awesome son and brother.

      Contents

       CHAPTER ONE

       CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN

       EXTRACT

      CHAPTER ONE

      PUMP HIS BODY full of narcotics and fall into blessed oblivion? Or suffer a fitful sleep and welcome the madness within to take over?

      Abuse his body or torture his mind?

      It was a choice Ayaan bin Riyaaz Al-Sharif, the crown prince of Dahaar, faced every evening when dusk gave way to dark night.

      After eight months of lucidity, and he used the term very loosely, he had no idea which he would favor on a given day.

      Tonight, he was leaning toward the drugs.

      It was his last night as a guest in Siyaad, the neighboring nation to his own country, Dahaar. He would be better off knocking himself out.

      You did that last night too, a voice whispered in his ear. A voice that sounded very much like his older brother, who had spent countless hours toughening up Ayaan.

      Stepping out of the blisteringly hot shower, Ayaan dried himself and pulled on black sweatpants. He had run for three hours straight tonight, setting himself a pace that lit a fire in his muscles. His body felt like a mass of bruised pulp.

      He had kept to lighted grounds, to the perimeter of the palace. And every time he’d spotted a member of the royal guard—both his own and Siyaadi—his breath had come a little more easily.

      Walking back into the huge bedroom, he eyed the bottle of narcotics on his bedside table. Two tablets and he would be out like the dead.

      The option was infinitely tempting. So what if he felt lousy tomorrow with a woozy head and woolen mouth?