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Her fierce word cut him short but her hands were trembling as she reached up to cup his dark and beloved face between her palms. ‘You didn’t deserve the childhood you had and maybe I didn’t either. But I think it’s time we had some lovely things in our life together, and they are right here at our fingertips. We can reach out and take them any time we want, starting right now. Not palaces or privileges or some flashy lifestyle with stuff, but you, me and Rihana.’

      ‘And our marriage will not fail,’ he declared softly.

      ‘No, it won’t—because we won’t let it fail,’ she agreed shakily. ‘We will learn from all the mistakes our parents made and we will give Rihana the kind of childhood that neither of us knew.’

      His lips were passionate as he claimed hers in a kiss far deeper than any kiss he’d ever known. It was about more than passion and maybe about even more than love. It was about understanding and forgiving. About commitment and sharing. About making a happy home for the little girl who lay sleeping in her crib.

      Bobby Jackson had christened his daughter Cinderella because he’d wanted her to marry a prince and somehow his rather ambitious dream had come true.

      But Ella and Hassan had very different aspirations for their little girl, and that was why Rihana’s middle name was Hope.

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      First published in Great Britain 2012

      by Mills & Boon, an imprint of Harlequin (UK) Limited,

      Eton House, 18-24 Paradise Road, Richmond, Surrey TW9 1SR

      THE SHEIKH’S HEIR © Harlequin Books S.A. 2012

      Special thanks and acknowledgement are given to Sharon Kendrick for her contribution to The Santina Crown series.

      ISBN: 978-1-408-98197-9

      53-0512

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      Ben stared at her for a moment, long enough to make her lose her edge of defiance and start to squirm. Or at least want to squirm. Thankfully she remained quite still. ‘Are you always this pleasant?’ he finally enquired.

      ‘No, I’m not,’ Natalia told him. ‘You happened to catch me at a good moment.’

      He let out a dry chuckle, surprising her. So Ben Jackson possessed a sense of humour. A small one.

      ‘I shudder at the thought of catching you at a bad one,’ he told her, and his voice was low and honeyed enough to slide right over her senses.

      Natalia knew she had been rather rude to him, but only because she’d felt so defensive. As soon as she’d met Ben Jackson he’d examined and dismissed her, all in the space of a few minutes. She’d spent a long time perfecting her air of polished, jaded sophistication, and she didn’t like someone like Ben blowing it. Seeing right through it. Laughing at her.

      ‘Shudder away,’ she told him. ‘Somehow I don’t think we’ll be meeting again.’