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Sharon Kendrick – The Sheikh's Secret Baby (страница 1)

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Their relationship was a secret…

Until she had his royal heir!

Unexpectedly inheriting the throne is shocking enough. But when an encounter with former lover Jasmine Jones is interrupted by the wail of a baby, Sheikh Zuhal also discovers he has a son! Their secret affair was intensely passionate—and dangerously overwhelming. To claim his child, Zuhal must get Jazz down the palace aisle. And he’s not above using seduction to make her his wife!

Escape with this passionate marriage of convenience!

SHARON KENDRICK once won a national writing competition by describing her ideal date: being flown to an exotic island by a gorgeous and powerful man. Little did she realise that she’d just wandered into her dream job! Today she writes for Mills & Boon, and her books feature often stubborn but always to die for heroes and the women who bring them to their knees. She believes that the best books are those you never want to end. Just like life…

Also by Sharon Kendrick

Crowned for the Prince’s Heir

A Royal Vow of Convenience

Secrets of a Billionaire’s Mistress

The Sheikh’s Bought Wife

The Pregnant Kavakos Bride

The Italian’s Christmas Secret

Di Sione’s Virgin Mistress

Bound to the Sicilian’s Bed

Crowned for the Sheikh’s Baby

The Greek’s Bought Bride

The Italian’s Christmas Housekeeper

The Bond of Billionaires miniseries

Claimed for Makarov’s Baby

The Sheikh’s Christmas Conquest

Discover more at millsandboon.co.uk.

The Sheikh’s Secret Baby

Sharon Kendrick

www.millsandboon.co.uk

ISBN: 978-1-474-08747-6

THE SHEIKH’S SECRET BABY

© 2019 Sharon Kendrick

Published in Great Britain 2019

by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF

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This book is for Elaine ‘Lainey’ Glasspool,

who not only has the sunniest smile,

the most Rapunzel-like hair and a spirit of joie-de-vivre which is positively inspirational, she also knows a wagonload of facts about horses.

So thanks for all the equine help, Lainey!

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

About the Author

Booklist

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

EPILOGUE

Extract

About the Publisher

CHAPTER ONE

IT WAS THE LAST place he’d imagined her living.

Zuhal frowned. Jasmine? Here? In a tiny cottage in the middle of the English countryside, down a lane so narrow it had challenged the progress of his wide limousine? The woman who had loved the sparkle and buzz of the city, hiding herself away in some remote spot. There had to be some kind of mistake.

His frown became a flickering smile of anticipation. Not that he had given a lot of thought to her accommodation. If ever he’d stopped to think about his lusciously proportioned ex-lover—something he tried not to do, for obvious reasons—then it had usually been a predictable flashback to her soft skin. Or the tempting pertness of her breasts. Or the way she used to rain kisses all over his face so that his heart used to punch with pleasure. His groin, too.