Girl in the Bedouin Tent (Harlequin Presents Extra Series #190) [NOOK Book]

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Sheikh Prince Amir has vowed to redeem his scandalous family name—so the last thing he needs on a tour of his desert kingdom is to have a sensuous blonde with more spirit than clothes presented for his harem.

Fiery Cassie might have been kidnapped by bandits and dolled up as the Sheikh's love slave, but she refuses to be any man's ...
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Girl in the Bedouin Tent (Harlequin Presents Extra Series #190)

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Overview




Sheikh Prince Amir has vowed to redeem his scandalous family name—so the last thing he needs on a tour of his desert kingdom is to have a sensuous blonde with more spirit than clothes presented for his harem.

Fiery Cassie might have been kidnapped by bandits and dolled up as the Sheikh's love slave, but she refuses to be any man's plaything. Yet spending a week in Amir's desert tent pretending to be his mistress would get under any girl's skin. Especially when she is under his sheets.…

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781459223103
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 3/1/2012
  • Series: Sinful Desert Nights Series
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 192
  • Sales rank: 191,236
  • File size: 238 KB

Meet the Author

Annie West has devoted her life to an intensive study of tall, dark, charismatic heroes who cause the best kind of trouble in the lives of their heroines. As a sideline she’s also researched dreamy locations for romance, from vibrant cities to desert encampments and fairytale castles. Annie lives with her family at beautiful Lake Macquarie. She loves to hear from readers and you can contact her at www.annie-west.com or at PO Box 1041, Warners Bay, NSW2282, Australia.

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Gravel crunched under Amir's boots as he strode across the starlit compound to the tent provided for him. It had been a tedious evening in poor company. Playing guest to the renegade tribal leader in a neighbouring state was not how Amir chose to spend his time. Especially since he had important personal business to conclude when he returned to his own country.

'Highness.' Faruq hurried after him. 'We need to consult before the negotiations begin.'

'No.' Amir shook his head. 'Get your sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day.' Especially for Faruq. Amir's aide was city-bred, not used to this wild, remote region, where old ways held sway and diplomacy was rough and ready.

'But Highness…' The protest died as Amir gestured to Mustafa's guards stationed around the tent. Ostensibly for Amir's protection, but undoubtedly to spy if possible.

Faruq ducked his head, then murmured, 'There's also the girl.'

The girl.

Amir's pace slowed as he recalled the woman Mustafa had given him tonight with such ostentation. Blonde hair that shimmered in the lamplight like fluid silk framing a pale face, luminous violet eyes that stared boldly back, holding Amir's gaze in a way few men and no women in this region of traditional values would dare.

The unexpected combination of beauty and defiance had for an instant stalled the air in his lungs.

Until he'd remembered his taste ran to sophisticated women. Not dancing girls, or whores in gaudy make-up presented by their master to pleasure a visiting dignitary.

Amir had his pick of gorgeous women on six continents. He chose his own bed partners.

And yet, something about her had snared his interest. Perhaps the haughty way she'd arched her delicate blonde eyebrows in a look that would have done an empress proud.

Fleetingly that had intrigued.

'You doubt my capacity to handle her?'

Faruq smothered a chuckle. 'Of course not, Sire. But there's something…unusual there.'

Unusual was right. In Monte Carlo, Moscow or Stockholm her colouring wouldn't warrant a second glance. As for those eyes—that particular shade surely indicated the use of coloured contact lenses. But here, in rough border country inhabited by nomads, brigands and subsistence farmers?

'Don't concern yourself, Faruq. I'm sure she and I will come to some…accommodation.'

Amir nodded dismissal and entered the tent. He removed his boots in the small anteroom, his feet sinking into layered carpets.

Would she be on the bed waiting for him, her skirts spread about her? Or perhaps she'd be naked. No doubt she'd offer herself with the finesse of a professional.

Despite his distaste, Amir's pulse hummed at the memory of a lush, sultry mouth at odds with the fire in her blazing eyes. That mouth promised sensual pleasure enough to interest any man.

Amir thrust aside the heavy curtain.

One step in and he registered the dimmed lamp on the far side of the room.

No sign of the girl.

He checked, senses suddenly alert, his nape prickling. An instant later he threw up a blocking arm as someone leapt at him out of the gloom. Something heavy hit him a glancing blow and he swung round, grabbing his assailant.

He caught at a voluminous cloak that fell as he clutched it. A jingle of clashing coins at her belt warned him of her identity just in time. He pulled back sharply to avoid felling her with a single knockout blow.

Amir caught her arm and twisted it behind her back. His movements were controlled, precise, despite the way she threshed and fought. He'd learned to wrestle with full-grown heavyweights. He couldn't use those tactics on a woman, even a woman who ambushed him in his own chamber.

Still she fought. She was like a tigress, alternately trying to wrest herself free or disable him with vicious kicks to the groin.

'Enough!' His patience was at an end. He reached to grab her free arm. But before he could catch it she twisted, rose and brought her arm down in a desperate slashing motion.

Instinct saved him. Instinct honed by years perfecting a warrior's skills and others learning less honourable ways to survive. He pivoted and snapped an arm around her wrist, just as a blade pricked the base of his neck.

'Wild cat!' He squeezed and the knife clattered to the floor. Without compunction he hooked his foot around her legs and brought her down, slamming into her as she collapsed. She landed heavily on her back, his full weight on her, his legs surrounding hers.

An instant later he'd captured both her slender wrists and pinioned them on the carpet high above her head.

She was spent, so still that for a moment he even wondered if she breathed. Then he felt the tremulous rise of full breasts beneath him and heard a raw, shuddering gasp as she drew in air.

Slowly he raised his hand to his throat. A thin trail of wetness slid down from his collarbone. She'd stabbed him!

Reflexively his hold on her hands tightened and she cried out—a sharp mew of pain, quickly stifled. Immediately he eased his grip.

Jaw set, he reached for the blade on the floor. Her breath hitched and she froze rigid, but he barely noticed as he balanced it in his hand. Small, sharp and beautiful. An antique paring knife. Keen enough to peel fruit, or inflict serious injury on the unwary.

The blade caught the lamplight and she flinched. What? Did she think he'd use it on her?

With a curse he tossed it to the far side of the room.

'Who sent you to do this? Mustafa?'

It didn't make sense. His host had no reason to wish him dead. Nor could he think of anyone who'd resort to royal assassination. Yet the trickle of blood across his skin was real.

This was one hell of a way to spice up a distasteful duty visit!

Curiosity and fury vied for dominance as he surveyed those lush, scarlet lips now parted to drag in air. The impossibly violet kohl-rimmed eyes, huge beneath thick purple eyeshadow.

'Who are you?' He leaned over her, his face bare inches from hers, but her expression was blank, as if schooled to show no fear no matter the threat.

Cursing, he rose on one arm. The movement pressed his groin harder against her body and part of his brain registered her satisfying softness, an innate invitation he couldn't quite ignore despite his scorching anger.

He forced his mind into action. This was no time to be distracted.

If she had one knife there might be others. He rolled to one side, careful to keep her thighs pinioned with one of his and her hands imprisoned.

Her breathing shallowed as he surveyed the expanse of bare skin revealed by her belly dancer's outfit. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly, threatening to pull free of the skimpy bodice. Surely there was no room for a lethal weapon there.

His gaze dropped, skimming her smooth, pale torso, past the dip to her neat waist accentuated by a decorative chain and the flare of her hips. The old-fashioned coin belt sitting low on her hips might be wide enough to conceal something, but her side-slit skirt was too filmy for a hiding place.

Amir lowered his palm to her belly, registering the flinch of her velvet soft skin. He paused. In all his years he'd never touched an unwilling woman. His mouth flattened in distaste. This had to be done—it wasn't sexual, just self-preservation.

Deftly he slid his hand under her belt.

Instantly she erupted in convulsing movement. Her hips bucked and writhed, her torso twisted, her legs scrabbled fruitlessly for purchase.

'No! Please, no!' The words rang hoarsely. Not in any of the local dialects but in a language rarely heard here.

'You're English?'

Amir whipped his head round and froze as he saw the expression in those wide violet eyes. Sheer terror.

It was his stillness that finally penetrated Cassie's panic. That and the fact he'd slipped his large hand free of her clothes and held it, palm outward, as if to placate her.

Her heart thudded high in her throat and clammy sweat beaded her brow as she stared up at him. She couldn't get her breath, though she gulped in huge, racking breaths.

'You're English?' he said again in that language, and his black eyebrows drew down in a scowl that accentuated the hard, sculpted lines of his face. He looked fierce and frightening and aggressively male.

Would it matter if she was English? Frantically her mind scrabbled to work out if her nationality would make a difference. Was one nationality safer than another in this place where travellers were abducted and imprisoned?

'American?' His head tilted to one side and tiny lines of concentration wrinkled his brow.

He didn't look angry now, but the weight of his solid thigh, the firm grasp that bound her wrists, reminded her she was still at his mercy. He could subdue her with ease.

Her eyes flicked to the scarlet dribble of blood at his throat and she shuddered, fear rising anew. She'd thought to save herself with a pre-emptive attack, knocking him out with the brass pot, but he'd been too quick for her. Too quick, too strong, too dangerous.

'Please.' It was a hoarse whisper from a throat tight with dread. 'Don't do this.'

Every muscle and tendon in her body tensed as she waited for his response.

His sensual mouth lifted at one corner in a snarl of displeasure and his eyebrows shot up. 'You want me to release you? After this?' He gestured to his wound.

Cassie let go a quivering breath. His deep voice with its crisp English and just a hint of an exotic accent had broached her defences. And sharpened the nightmare horror of her situation.

This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't!

'I'm sorry,' she said. 'I just…' Her eyelids fluttered as the world began to dip and swirl about her.

Desperately she clawed back to full consciousness. Fear and fury had kept her strong through the last twenty-four hours. She refused to faint now! Not when she sensed she'd be safe only as long as she kept him talking.

Cassie snapped her eyes open to find he'd bent closer. She saw the slight shadow darkening his strong jaw, a pale scar to the side of his mouth, the way his nostrils flared as if scenting her. The gleam of eyes so dark and so close they looked black and fathomless.

'Please,' she choked. 'Don't rape me.'

Instantly he reared back, letting cool air rush between them. His eyes widened and his fingers tightened convulsively around her wrists. She bit her tongue rather than cry out her pain.

'You think…?' He gestured to her skirts with his free hand and suddenly it was distaste she read in his expression. 'You really think…?' He shook his head slowly and said something under his breath in Arabic.

She flinched at the violence in his tone but refused to look away. She was already at his mercy. To appear weak could be a fatal mistake.

His mouth snapped shut, his eyes zeroing in on her face. She felt the intensity of his stare like the burn of ice on bare flesh.

He drew a breath that expanded his chest impressively. Sickly she realised she had no hope if he forced her.

Memories swirled. The metallic tang of terror filled her mouth again as she recalled being pinioned against a door by a man twice her size and three times her age. She'd been only sixteen, but even now she remembered the feel of his meaty hand thrusting inside her shirt, his other hand bruising her thigh, his weight suffocating as he tried to—

'I would not stoop to such an act. No matter what the provocation.' The stranger's voice rang clear with outrage, shattering the past.

Cassie blinked up at a face carved of stone. His jaw clenched as if she'd offered him the worst imaginable insult and he tilted his head, looking down at her as if he'd never seen her like.

'I prefer my women willing.'

His headscarf had come off in the tussle. Glossy black hair was cut close to his well-shaped head. His eyes flashed and emotion drew the skin tight over an impressive bone structure for which any of the leading men she'd performed with would give their eye teeth.

This man would have no trouble finding willing women.

'Then let me go.'

Lying half-naked beneath him, she couldn't trust his word no matter how indignant he looked. She was too aware of his big, hard body, all heavy muscle and bone, imprisoning her. Of his callused hand encircling hers with almost casual dominance. Of the intrinsically male scent of his skin in her nos trils.

'When I'm sure you're not hiding another weapon.'

Cassie's eyes bulged. That was what he'd been doing? Looking for concealed weapons? If she'd had something other than that little knife they'd left beside the fruit platter she'd have used it as soon as he walked through the door. When she'd felt his hand thrusting down into her skirt she'd been sure—

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  • Posted November 2, 2011

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    A Fabulous Read!

    GIRL IN A BEDOUIN TENT by Annie West is a Harlequin Mills & Boon Modern(UK), Presents(NA) and Sexy(Aust/NZ) release.
    Prince Amir, Sheikh of Tarakhar, prided himself on his developed and law-abiding desert Kingdom. Imagine his surprise when he is presented with a sex-slave who was kidnapped from his kingdom by the neighbouring bandit chief. He is livid with anger. He saves Australian volunteer teacher Cassandra Denison, after a week of Cassie pretending to be his mistress at the bandit camp.
    Amir feels the explosive chemistry between them but tries to keep himself aloof for he has given his word that Cassie would be safe. Giving in to their desire they discover their sizzling sensuality take them to unexpected places. But where will it end? Once back at the royal palace, Amir installs Cassie in the harem away from family and friends. Is he ashamed of her?
    Will Cassie calmly accept a place in Amir's harem and not in his heart? And the whole kingdom is buzzing with news of their Sheikh's imminent nuptial, what will happen to Cassie now?
    GIRL IN THE BEDOUIN TENT is guaranteed to take you places and make you forget your immediate surroundings. It's alpha but sensitive hero and a strong heroine who stands up for herself is a magical escape to the sheikhdom.
    The sensuality in the love scenes is astounding.
    Annie West is one of Harlequin's most consistent writers and she always delivers fabulous page-turners which readers find absolutely impossible to put down. GIRL IN THE BEDOUIN TENT is fast-paced and feel-good romance that sparkles with red-hot sensuality, sizzling sex scenes, mesmerizing emotion and intense passion.

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