Sheikh Without a Heart. Sandra Marton
“I am not getting on a plane!”
“Yes,” he said, in a quiet voice that resonated with command, “you are.”
“No!”
“We’re flying to New York.”
“You’re flying to New York! I’m going home.”
“Home?” His tone changed, became hard. “Really? Is that why you came out the door with a suitcase?” There was a gate ahead; he slowed the car as they approached it. “I told you not to take me for a fool, Rachel. When you came down those steps your only thought was to run. I’d bet you didn’t even have a destination. Well, now you do.”
“Get this through your head, Your Highness. There’s not a way in hell I’m flying to New York or anyplace else with you. If you think you can—you can pick up where you left off in my apartment—”
He looked at her, his eyes cold. Then he swung the wheel to the right and pulled onto the shoulder of the road.
“I assure you, Ms. Donnelly, I’m not the least bit interested in you sexually.”
“If that’s your idea of an apology—”
“It’s a statement of fact. What happened earlier was a mistake.”
About the Author
SANDRA MARTON wrote her first novel while she was still in primary school. Her doting parents told her she’d be a writer some day, and Sandra believed them. In secondary school and college she wrote dark poetry nobody but her boyfriend understood—though, looking back, she suspects he was just being kind. As a wife and mother she wrote murky short stories in what little spare time she could manage, but not even her boyfriend-turned-husband could pretend to understand those. Sandra tried her hand at other things, among them teaching and serving on the Board of Education in her home town, but the dream of becoming a writer was always in her heart.
At last Sandra realised she wanted to write books about what all women hope to find: love with that one special man, love that’s rich with fire and passion, love that lasts for ever. She wrote a novel, her very first, and sold it to Mills & Boon® Modern™ Romance. Since then she’s written more than sixty books, all of them featuring sexy, gorgeous, larger-than-life heroes. A four-time RITA® Award finalist, she’s also received five RT Book Reviews magazine awards, and has been honoured with RT’s Career Achievement Award for Series Romance. Sandra lives with her very own sexy, gorgeous, larger-than-life hero in a sun-filled house on a quiet country lane in the north-eastern United States.
Recent titles by the same author:
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THE ICE PRINCE (The Orsini Brides) THE REAL RIO D’AQUILA (The Orsini Brides)
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Sheikh Without a Heart
Sandra Marton
MILLS & BOON
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CHAPTER ONE
IT WAS the kind of night that made a man long to ride his favorite stallion across a sea of desert sand.
Black silk sky. Stars as brilliant as bonfires. An ivory moon that cast a milky glow over the endless sea of sand.
But there was no horse beneath Sheikh Karim al Safir. Not on this night. His Royal Highness the Prince of Alcantar, heir to its Ancient and Honorable throne, was twenty-five thousand feet above the desert, soaring through the darkness in the cabin of his private jet. A rapidly-cooling cup of coffee stood on a small glass-topped table beside him; his leather attaché case lay open on the next seat.
Minutes ago he’d started to go through its contents until he’d suddenly thought, what the hell was the point?
He knew what was in the case.
He’d gone through the contents endlessly during the last two weeks and then again tonight, flying from the British West Indies toward his final destination, as if doing so would somehow make more sense of things when he knew damned well that was not going to happen.
Karim reached for the cup of coffee and brought it to his lips. The black liquid had gone from cool to chilly.
He drank it anyway.
He needed it. The bitterness, the punch of caffeine. He needed something, God knew, to keep him going. He was exhausted. In body. In mind.
In spirit.
If only he could walk to the cockpit, tell his pilot to put the plane down. Here. Right now. On the desert below.
Crazy, of course.
It was just that he ached for the few moments of tranquility he might find if he could take only one long, deep breath of desert air.
Karim snorted. His head was full of crazy thoughts tonight.
For all he knew, there would never be a sense of peace to be drawn from this land.
This was not the desert of his childhood. Alcantar was thousands of miles away and its endless miles of gently undulating sand ended at the turquoise waters of the Persian Sea.
The desert over which his plane was flying ended at the eye-popping neon lights of Las Vegas.
Karim drank more cold coffee.
Las Vegas.
He had been there once. An acquaintance had tried to convince him to invest in a hotel being built there. He’d flown to McCarran field early in the morning—
And flown back to New York that same night.
He had not put his money into the hotel—or, rather, his fund’s money. And he’d never returned to Vegas.
He’d found the city tawdry. Seedy. Even its much-hyped glamour had struck him as false, like a whore trying to pass herself off as a courtesan by applying garish layers of make-up.
So, no. Las Vegas was not a city for him—but it had been one for his brother.
Rami had spent almost three months there, longer than he’d spent anywhere else the past few years. He’d have been drawn to it like a moth to flame.
Karim sat back in his leather seat.
Knowing all he now knew about his brother, that came as no surprise.
He’d finally had to face the truth about him. Tying up the loose ends of his dead brother’s life had torn away the final illusions.
Tying up loose ends, Karim thought.
His mouth twisted.