Michelle Conder

Bound To Her Desert Captor


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      Captive to the sheikh...

      Seduced by his touch!

      Certain that Regan James has information on his sister’s disappearance, Sheikh Jaeger steals her away to his palace. He doesn’t expect compliance from his beautiful captive, but when defiant Regan accidentally causes a media storm, it must be resolved. How? He’ll have to marry her! Their engagement is for appearances, but the electricity sparked by their passion feels exquisitely—dangerously—real...

      With two university degrees and a variety of false career starts under her belt, MICHELLE CONDER decided to satisfy her lifelong desire to write and finally found her dream job. She currently lives in Melbourne, Australia, with one super-indulgent husband, three self-indulgent but exquisite children, a menagerie of over-indulged pets, and the intention of doing some form of exercise daily. She loves to hear from her readers at michelleconder.com.

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      The Most Expensive Lie of All

      Prince Nadir’s Secret Heir

      Hidden in the Sheikh’s Harem

      Defying the Billionaire’s Command

      The Italian’s Virgin Acquisition

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      Bound to Her Desert Captor

      Michelle Conder

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      ISBN: 978-1-474-07230-4

      BOUND TO HER DESERT CAPTOR

      © 2018 Michelle Conder

      Published in Great Britain 2018

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

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      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, locations and incidents are purely fictional and bear no relationship to any real life individuals, living or dead, or to any actual places, business establishments, locations, events or incidents. Any resemblance is entirely coincidental.

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      This is for Robyn, who is always warm and welcoming no matter what.

      Thanks for taking care of my dad.

      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

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       EPILOGUE

       Extract

       About the Publisher

       CHAPTER ONE

      ‘I’M SORRY, YOUR MAJESTY, but there has been no further information as to your sister’s whereabouts.’

      Jaeger al-Hadrid, King of Santara, nodded once then turned his back on his silver-haired senior aide. He stared out of the arched windows of his palace office on to the city of Aran below. It was early, the dawn sun bouncing off the Gulf of Ma’an and bathing the sleepy capital of Santara in a golden glow. The pale pink palace perched