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       It was hard not to contrast the ice queen beside him with the woman whose soft warm lips he had tasted. That small taste, the heat that had flared between them, shocking with its intensity and urgency, had left him curious—and eager to repeat the experience.

      Kamel was lusting after his bride. Well, life was full of surprises—and not all of them were bad.

      ‘Has it occurred to you that this marriage might not be something to be endured … but enjoyed?’

      Hannah’s fingers slipped from the door handle. She turned around, her back against the wooden panels. He was standing too close … much too close. She struggled to draw in air as her body stirred, responding to the slumberous, sensual provocation shining in his dark eyes.

      ‘The only thing I want to enjoy tonight is some privacy.’

      ‘That is not what you would enjoy.’

      She threw up her hands in a gesture of exasperated defeat.

      ‘You may be good to look at, but your ego is a massive turn-off.’

      ‘I could work on it. You would teach me.’

      Big, predatory and sinfully sexy—she was willing to bet that that were quite a few things he could teach her! She tilted her chin, channeling all the coolness she could muster, and retorted haughtily, ‘I’m not into casual sex or tutoring.’

      ‘We’re married, ma belle. That is not casual … and I do not need instruction.’

       ROYAL AND RUTHLESS

       The power of the throne, the passion of a king!

      Whether he is a playboy prince or a masterful king he has always known his destiny: Duty—first, last and always.

      With millions at his fingertips and the world at his command, no one has dared to challenge this ruthless royal’s desire … Until now.

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      Kim Lawrence

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      Though lacking much authentic Welsh blood—she comes from English/Irish stock—KIM LAWRENCE was born and brought up in North Wales. She returned there when she married, and her sons were both born on Anglesey, an island off the coast. Though not isolated, Anglesey is a little off the beaten track, but lively Dublin, which Kim loves, is only a short ferry ride away.

      Today they live on the farm her husband was brought up on. Welsh is the first language of many people in this area and Kim’s husband and sons are all bilingual—she is having a lot of fun, not to mention a few headaches, trying to learn the language!

      With small children, the unsocial hours of nursing didn’t look attractive so, encouraged by a husband who thinks she can do anything she sets her mind to, Kim tried her hand at writing. Always a keen Mills & Boon^® reader, it seemed natural for her to write a romance novel—now she can’t imagine doing anything else.

      She is a keen gardener and cook and enjoys running—often on the beach as, living on an island, the sea is never very far away. She is usually accompanied by her Jack Russell, Sprout—don’t ask … it’s long story!

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      For Barbara, thanks for all your support.

      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

       EXTRACT

      CHAPTER ONE

      HANNAH WAS NOT sleeping when the key turned in the lock. Apart from a few snatched moments she had not slept for forty-eight hours straight but she was lying down, her eyes closed against the fluorescent light above her head, when the sound made her sit bolt upright and swing her legs over the side of the narrow metal bed.

      She made a few frantic attempts to smooth her tousled hair back from her face and clasped her shaking hands on her lap. She was able to mould her expression into a mask of composure, but recognised that it was no longer a matter of whether she lost it and cracked wide open, but when. For now at least she cared about maintaining an illusion of dignity.

      She blinked against the threat of tears that stung like hot gravel pricking the backs of her eyes. Gouging her teeth into her plump lower lip, she found the pain helped her focus as she lifted her chin and pulled her shoulders back, drawing her narrow back ramrod straight. For the moment at least she was determined she wouldn’t give the bastards the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

      This was what happened when you tried to prove...prove...what? And to whom? The tabloids? Your father? Yourself...?

      She took a deep breath. Focus on the facts, Hannah. The fact is you messed up big time! You should have accepted what everyone else thinks: you are not meant for serious thoughts or fieldwork. Stick to your safe desk job, and your perfect nails... She curled her fingers to reveal a row of nails bitten below the quick and swallowed a bubble of hysteria.

      ‘Stiff upper lip, Hannah.’

      She had always thought that was an absurd phrase.

      About as absurd as thinking working a desk job for a charity qualified you for working in the field in any capacity!

      ‘I won’t let you down.’

      Only she had.

      She lowered her eyelids like a shield and tensed in every nerve fibre of her body

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