What the sheikh wants…
Discovering she’s inherited a long-lost Arabian antique is the biggest shock of Violet Hamilton’s life. That is, until delicious Sheikh Fayad al Khalifa turns up on her doorstep, demanding she accompany him—and his family’s heirloom!—back to his desert kingdom! Whisking her away in his private jet is for her own protection, but one look at Violet and Fayad is more than happy to escort this English beauty back to his palace! Yet it soon becomes clear that Violet’s life is still at risk and Fayad can only think of one way to keep her safe—he’ll marry her! Find out what happens when a man who always gets what he wants finally finds the woman of his dreams in these two short, sparkling stories from Mills & Boon Romance® stars Patricia Thayer The Tycoon’s Marriage Bid and Liz Fielding Chosen as the Sheikh’s Wife in Becoming the Tycoon’s Bride “The Secret Life of Lady Gabriella is without a shadow of a doubt one of the year’s best category romances! Liz Fielding has written an outstanding romantic tale that’s unmissable, unforgettable and unputdownable!” —www.Cataromance.com Chosen as the Sheikh’s Wife Liz Fielding MILLS & BOON
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