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Автор Сьюзен Мэллери
Desert Rogues Part 1
Susan Mallery
The Sheik’s Kidnapped Bride
Susan W. Macias
The Sheik’s Arranged Marriage
Susan W. Macias
The Sheik’s Secret Bride
Susan W. Macias
The Sheik and the Runaway Princess
Susan Macias-Redmond
The Sheik & the Virgin Princess
Susan Macias-Redmond
Contents
The Sheikh’s Kidnapped Bride
The Sheikh’s Arranged Marriage
The Sheikh’s Secret Bride
The Sheikh and the Runaway Princess
The Sheikh and the Virgin Princess
The Sheikh’s Kidnapped Bride
Susan W. Macias
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
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
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
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter One
A bride?
Prince Khalil Khan stared out onto the tarmac and told himself what he saw was nothing more than a mirage. He was familiar with the phenomenon, having experienced it both times he’d been stupid enough to get lost in the vast desert of El Bahar. He knew the telltale signs of shimmering heat, a wavering image, the sensation of pain pounding at the back of his eyes.
Unfortunately none of those symptoms occurred at this moment. It was January, not mid-July, and piles of dirty snow stood at the edge of the runway. So much for the shimmering heat. He had no headache—at least not one from staring at the mirage. The image in question neither wavered nor disappeared. It approached steadily in a determined fashion. There was also the small detail of this not being El Bahar. Instead, he found himself in the middle of an airfield in Kansas.
If this wasn’t a mirage, then a dark-haired woman in an ill-fitting wedding gown really walked toward him.
“I’ve committed a grievous sin,” he muttered to himself. “In a past life, if not in this one. ”
The woman stopped in front of him.
Her eyes, a nondescript shade of brown, were red-rimmed from crying. He bit back a sigh and a curse. He loathed weak females.“Excuse me,” she said, her voice husky, most likely from her emotional outburst. “I’ve been stranded here. ” She motioned to the small airport that primarily served corporate jets. “This is going to sound a little strange, but I need a ride. ”
He stared down at her, giving her what his grandmother, Fatima, referred to as his imperious look, although to him it felt no different from any other expression. “You don’t know where the plane is headed. ”
The woman swallowed. Two bright spots stained her pale skin, making her look feverish and unattractive. “I know, but it’s not here. I need to get to a city. ” Her fingers twisted together. “I’ve been stranded. I don’t have any luggage or regular clothes. ” She tugged at the waist of her wedding gown.
