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The Desert King's Virgin Bride [NOOK Book]

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As Sheikh of Kharastan, Malik has no time for distractions. But when Sorrel, an Englishwoman in his care, wants to explore the pleasures of the West, Malik decides he will be the one to teach her the ways of seduction!

Malik wants Sorrel, but he will not dishonor her. Yet, as sheikh, he is expected to marry and his bride must be pure. Is the answer to make Sorrel his virgin queen?


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Overview


As Sheikh of Kharastan, Malik has no time for distractions. But when Sorrel, an Englishwoman in his care, wants to explore the pleasures of the West, Malik decides he will be the one to teach her the ways of seduction!

Malik wants Sorrel, but he will not dishonor her. Yet, as sheikh, he is expected to marry and his bride must be pure. Is the answer to make Sorrel his virgin queen?


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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781426801075
  • Publisher: Harlequin Enterprises
  • Publication date: 7/1/2009
  • Series: Desert Princes Series , #2628
  • Sold by: HARLEQUIN
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 192
  • Sales rank: 153,502
  • File size: 145 KB

Meet the Author


Sharon has been writing stories for as long as she can remember and completed her first book at the age of 11! It featured identical twins fighting evil at their boarding school, but--sadly--this early manuscript has been lost.

Sharon wanted to be a journalist and so enrolled in a secretarial course to learn shorthand and typing, but life kind of got in the way and she drifted in and out of a succession of jobs. She has been a waitress, a cook, a dancer, and a photographer. She has worked in shops and sung in bars. Sharon even qualified as a nurse and drove an ambulance across the Australian desert!

When she settled down and married her dashing doctor, she decided life was not a rehearsal and that if she wanted to write a book, she'd just have to sit down and do it. Not easy with a lively toddler and a six-month-old baby while living in a tiny apartment. But she did it, and Nurse in the Outback was born, and accepted by Mills & Boon without any changes.

Since then Sharon has gone on to write many books for Mills & Boon and they have been published worldwide. She adores writing romance and considers herself lucky to have the best job in the world! It is a fantastic way to spend a day--inventing gorgeous heroes and complex, interesting women and charting all the ups and downs, the highs and lows of their relationships until they are really ready to let love into their hearts.

Sharon intends to carry on writing forever--and why not? For what greater pleasure could be gained than when a reader writes to tell you that you moved her to laughter and tears?

What Sharon values most is feedback from readers--a letter about a book makes it all worthwhile--and she loves to hear from the people she is writing for. Alternatively, if a reader tells her what they don't like reading, then that is enormously useful, as well. So please, please contact her as often as you like--she replies to all her readers' letters! You can email Sharon at Sharon7000@hotmail.com.Happy Reading!


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"Malik, I'm—" There was a slight pause as Sorrel struggled to push the words out. She cleared her throat and tried again—forcing a smile which felt as if it was slicing her face in two. "I'm leaving you," she said, and then wished she could have bitten the words right back, wondering why the hell it had come out like that.
Malik looked up from the document he had been reading and a spark of undisguised irritation flashed from his black eyes. Eyes which had been described by the press as cold, or intimidating, or even—in the more colourful publications—as being like those of a lithe predator, about to strike its helpless victim. "What?" he questioned impatiently.
"I mean—' Sorrel stared at the dark- skinned Sheikh, sitting in his shimmering silken robes at his desk. He had barely noticed her entering the room and he was barely looking at her now—and worrying about how her words had been interpreted was obviously a complete waste of time, since he obviously hadn't been listening either! 'That I'm leaving Kharastan," she finished huskily.
A frown creased Malik's olive brow—for he was too preoccupied with affairs of state to have heard her. More importantly, he had no desire to bother himself with the internal domestic squabbling of the palace. Surely she knew that? 'Not now, Sorrel," he growled.
Not now? If ever Sorrel had needed confirmation that she was doing the right thing, then it came in the Sheikh's moody and offhand response to her. He spoke as if she was a troublesome fly who had buzzed into his large office suite and he was just about to carelessly swat it.
Amber sunlight slanted in through the window,turning the sumptuous apartment into a tableau of pure gold and illuminating the man who sat at the desk like some glorious living statue. As always, just the sight of him made Sorrel's heart yearn—but the sooner she got out of the habit of doing that then the sooner she would recover from the impact of his potent charm. Instead, Sorrel tried very hard to ignore his physical attributes, and fixed him with a questioning look instead. "When, then? When can we discuss it, Malik?"
"Look!' Impatiently, he waved his hand at the large pile of paperwork awaiting the royal stamp and the royal signature. Beside them lay his open diary, crammed with engagement after engagement. "You know that there is an important border issue with Maraban which needs to be resolved quickly—and I have a new ambassador to welcome later this morning. Can't you see how busy I am?"
"Yes, Malik," she said, with a sigh. "Of course I can see." It hurt that he should even ask—for surely he must know that she always had his interests at heart? Once, she had been alone in looking out for Malik—in the days when he had been nothing more than the Sheikh's most valued and trusted aide—but now all eyes were fixed on him.
In the royal palace—and in the desert lands beyond—he was the centre of the universe. To be a desert king was considered irresistible in the eyes of the world. When Malik said 'jump', people leapt—usually with a smarmy and obsequious smile pinned to their faces.
It hadn't always been that way, of course. Malik was a late starter in the royal game— he hadn't even realised that he was the illegitimate son of the Sheikh until two years ago, when the bombshell announcement had been made. The old ruler had died, and Malik had been crowned—from aide to king in a simple ceremony—from commoner to royal in an instant. And yet Malik seemed to have adapted to his new status like a falcon which took its first solo flight in the desert sky.
His always haughty air had become fine tuned—but now he had developed a cool dismissiveness towards others. The practical side of Sorrel's character acknowledged that he needed distance—literally, to stop anyone from getting too close to him and to attempt to claw back some of his most precious commodity: time.
Yet, deep down, hadn't Sorrel been hoping that in her case he might make an exception? Didn't it occur to him that she was itching to tell him of her decision and to get on with it—to start making something of her own life, instead of just existing as some invisible satellite of his? No, of course it didn't!
Ever since Sorrel had known him Malik had been an autocratic and supremely dominant man—but since he had inherited the Kingdom of Kharastan his pride and his arrogance had known no bounds. His wishes were always paramount—nothing else mattered except what the Sheikh wanted— and Sorrel had come to the heartbreaking conclusion that there was simply no place for her in his life any more.
Everything had changed—he had, and she had. Suddenly she no longer felt she belonged—certainly not in the land where she had lived most of her life.
Then just where do you belong? The question which had haunted her for so long popped into her head, even though she had been trying to ignore it—because every time she let herself think about it she was frightened by the vision of a great gaping hole in her future.
Malik's black eyes were now scanning the cream parchment pages of his diary and, knowing that he could be seen by none of his servants, he scowled. It was unlike Sorrel to add to the burden of his work.
"There is no appointment for me to see you marked out in my diary." He frowned, and then he looked up again. "Did you make one?"
Once, Sorrel might have wanted to weep at such a matter-of-fact statement coming from the man she had idolised ever since she could remember. The man who had in effect 'rescued' her, who had become her legal guardian after the sudden and tragic death of her parents and allowed her to remain in Kharastan instead of being carted off back to England. But this harsh new attitude towards her hurt more than she could have thought possible, and even though she tried very hard to tell herself he wasn't being unreasonable—it wasn't easy.
"No, I didn't make an appointment," she said flatly.
Malik's eyes narrowed. What was the matter with her lately? From being someone he could talk to and relax with, she had become—edgy. "Well, be quick," he said impatiently, flicking a glance at the modern watch which looked so at odds when contrasted against the fine silk of the flowing robes he wore. "What is it?"
Sorrel wondered what he would say if she blurted out I think you've become an arrogant and insufferable pig. Would he have her taken away for treason?
She flicked her tongue out over lips which had grown suddenly dry. "I want to go to England," she said.
"England?" Malik frowned. "Why?"
"Because—' Where did she begin? Not with the truth, that was for sure.
Because I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for years, Malik, and you've never even deigned to notice me as a woman.
No, the truth would horrify him. Sorrel had no real experience of men—but the palace library was stocked with the world's greatest literature, and she had read enough classic love stories to realise that she was wasting her time with the black-eyed Sheikh of Kharastan, who had steel for a heart.
"Because I am now twenty-five."
"No, Sorrel," he negated. "You cannot be." This was the kind of remark which once she would have found sweet, and amusing— but which now rankled as if he had just insulted her. And in a way he had—for his failure to know her real age went some way towards explaining why he treated her as if she was about six years old.
"I really think that if anyone happens to know how old I am, it's me," she said, as near as she came to sarcasm with His Mightiness these days.
"Yes. Of course. Twenty-five," he repeated wonderingly, and for a second he met her gaze full-on. "How can this be?"
Sorrel steeled her heart against the sudden faraway look in his ebony eyes. A sad, wistful, almost dreamy look—as if he had lost himself in the past.
Which just proved how unrealistically sentimental she had become—as if Malik would be longing for the days when he had been just the aide to the Sheikh, instead of the Sheikh himself!
"The years go by more quickly than any of us realise," Sorrel said briskly, realising how prim she sounded—but that was the trouble: she was prim. Basically, the years were zooming by, and with them her youth, and she was wasting it pining for a man who never noticed her. Well, not as a woman.
One day—probably in the not-too-distant- future—Malik would start casting his eyes around for a suitable bride. A woman of Kharastani stock who could provide him with pure-bred Kharastani babies. "And I can't stay here for ever," she finished.
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  • Posted May 9, 2010

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    An Unexpected Love

    Sheikh Malik was Sorrel's guardian. She'd come to him as a teenager and over the years, he'd never shirked his responsibility to ensure her well being. Sorrel fit so well into his calm, orderly world that Malik hadn't realized how much time had passed. Sorrel had grown into a bright and exceptionally beautiful young woman, eager for a taste of adventures in the West! Unfortunately, Malik didn't agree with her.

    Sorrel's abrupt departure brings Malik to his senses. He never realized how much she did to smooth over every minor difficulty, keeping his schedule running flawlessly and his world calm and complete. Little wonder that something seems to be missing now that Sorrel is gone. But what is Malik really missing, a capable assistant or someone who could become much, much more?

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    Posted May 18, 2014

    Okay

    The king is not a very likeable character!

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