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deny. Gone were the days when Liyah denied her emotions. “You’re being persuasive again.”

      He turned and grabbed something off the bed and handed it to her. “Thank you for marrying me.”

      She smiled and stepped back from the box. “Just a second.”

      She’d asked Hasiba to make sure Liyah’s gift for Sayed had been dropped off in the suite. She found it on the desk, wrapped in burgundy paper, the royal crest holding the gold ribbon together instead of a bow.

      She rushed back into the room and offered it to him. “Thank you for marrying me.”

      “Your love is all the gift I need,” he said fervently.

      “Ditto.”

      He smiled and opened the gift, his expression going very solemn as he opened the jeweler’s box. It was a traditional wedding bracelet, of the type brides gave their husband in Zeena Sahra. Though it was not leather, or hand woven from her hair.

      It had something to do with their Bedouin roots, but all Liyah knew was that she approved the symbolism of it.

      “The eternal circle of love and commitment,” Sayed said with satisfaction.

      “Yes, because I will always love you and am in this thing for life.”

      “As am I.” He slipped the heavy platinum masculine bracelet on, a single ruby for his royal house offset left of center on the top.

      She’d used the last of her savings to buy it and couldn’t think of a better use of her mother’s final gift to Liyah.

      “Now it is your turn.”

      “Is it?” she asked, so full of love and happiness she didn’t think any gift could add to it.

      “Yes. I remember you once told me, we are supposed to keep things even.”

      She laughed, remembering. “That was about getting naked.”

      “We will get to that.”

      “Promise?” she teased.

      “Oh, yes. Now, open your gift.”

      Liyah tore the paper off the flat box and pulled off its lid, but was a little confused when she saw it was filled with legal documents. “What are these?”

      “You know the hotel where I proposed?”

      “Yes.” She’d loved the rooftop restaurant.

      “I bought it for you.”

      “You bought me a hotel?”

      “It’s in your blood, but you’ll have to keep a general manager as your duties as emira will not allow for a full-time occupation outside of the palace.”

      “Your mother explained.” Queen Durrah had been giving Liyah “princess lessons” daily since she agreed to marry Sayed.

      “And you do not mind?”

      “No, Sayed. When I say I love you, I mean the you that is emir, too.”

      “You are amazing, habibti. Intee albi.”

      “And you are my heart. We’ll beat for each other. I love you so much, Sayed.”

      “As I love you. With everything that I am or ever will be.”

      “I know it.”

      “You do?”

      “The proof is in the pudding, as they say.” Her heart was so full it was hard to get the words out, but she did. “First you gave me the gift of family, both my father and your own parents, cousins and aunt. Then there’s the hotel—the grand romantic gesture the men in your family are known for.”

      “I should have realized I loved you when I started negotiations for the hotel.”

      “Maybe.”

      “Perhaps you need a little more proof.” Sayed’s meaning was clear in the hunger glowing in his espresso eyes.

      “I’ll never say no to that type of proof.”

      Nor would she ever balk at giving it. Love had turned her from repressed into passionately expressive.

      And Sayed adored her that way. He said so.

      They made love throughout the night, taking turns expressing their spiritual affection in carnal ways no less beautiful than the emotion that flowed between them.

      Ultimately, Hena Amari had gifted Liyah with Sayed, her final request leading her daughter to London where fate ordained she connect with the other half of her soul.

      Liyah whispered a prayer of gratitude as she slipped into sleep, wrapped in the arms of her one true love, and hoped her mother could hear it, as well.

      * * * * *

      Read on for an extract from THE CHATSFIELD: PLAYBOY’S LESSON by Melanie Milburne

      Read on for an exclusive extract from

      Melanie Milburne’s sparkling story in this

      exciting eight book series:

      PLAYBOY’S LESSON

      Charlotte’s hand fluttered like a little bird inside the cage of his, sending a shockwave of heat through his pelvis like the backdraft of a fire. Lucca released her hand and had to physically stop himself from wriggling his fingers to rid himself of the electric tingling her touch had evoked.

      ‘Thank you, Your Royal Highness,’ he said with exaggerated politeness. He might be an irascible rake, but he knew how to behave when the occasion called for it, even if he privately thought it was all complete and utter nonsense. In his opinion people were people. Rich or poor, Royal or common.

      She pressed her lips together so tightly as if she were trying to hold an invisible piece of paper between them steady. He wasn’t sure if it was out of annoyance or a gesture of nervousness or shyness, but it drew his gaze like starving eyes to a feast. She had a bee-stung mouth, full lipped and rosy-pink without the adornment of lipstick or even a layer of clear lip-gloss. It was a mouth that looked capable of intense passion, but it seemed somewhat at odds with the rest of her downplayed and rather starchily set features.

      A feather of intrigue tickled Lucca’s interest. Did she have a wild side behind those frumpy clothes and that frosty façade?

      Maybe his exile here wouldn’t be a complete waste of time after all…

      Step into the gilded world of The Chatsfield!

      Where secrets and scandal lurks behind every door…

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      June 2014

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       Read on for an exclusive interview with Lucy Monroe

       Creating a world as large as The Chatsfield must be very exciting—did you discuss the hotels with the other authors?

      Absolutely. One of the things I loved best about writing Sheikh’s Scandal was the opportunity to collaborate creatively with the editorial team and the other authors in the continuity.

       What was the most fun bit about creating this luxurious, scandalous world?

      The research I did for both the hotel and Sheikh Sayed’s palace in Zeena Sahra. There are so many gorgeous places in the world to take as inspiration and I’ve definitely added to my ‘must travel to’ list.

       Did you

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