Amber could hardly tell him the reason why her lungs had squeezed so tightly in her chest. ‘I …’ she started, searching for some kind of excuse. ‘I don’t even know your name.’
He inclined his head. ‘I apologise. We seem to have skipped the usual formalities. My name is Kadar Soheil Amirmoez—at your service.’
She blinked, still shaken. ‘I’m hopeless with names. I’m never going to remember that.’
He smiled a little—the first time she had witnessed him smile—and shadowed planes shifted, angles found curves and his dark eyes found a spark. And where before he’d been merely striking, with his strong dark looks, now he tipped over into truly dangerous.
Her heart gave a tiny lurch. She had reason to feel fear. And yet still she was glad he’d found her again.
‘A simple Kadar will suffice. And you are?’
‘Amber. Plain old Amber Jones.’
‘Never plain,’ he said, in that rich, deep voice.
She remembered the way he’d looked at her across the market, with eyes as dark as midnight, lit with red-hot coals, and she remembered too the warm weight of his hand on her shoulder and the promise his touch conveyed.
And maybe the new, brave Amber wasn’t so far away from her as she’d feared.
Bound by duty, undone by passion!
These sheikhs may not be brothers by blood, but they are united by the code of the desert.
Their power and determination is legendary and unchallenged—until unexpected encounters with women strong enough to equal them threaten their self-control …
Read the two concluding stories in Trish Morey’s exciting quartet of searing passion and sizzling drama!
This month meet: Kadar and Amber in Captive of Kadar
Look out for: Shackled to the Sheikh the final instalment of Trish Morey’s Desert Brothers series coming soon!
Captive of Kadar
Trish Morey
TRISH MOREY always fancied herself a writer—so why she became a chartered accountant is anyone’s guess! But once she’d found her true calling there was no turning back. Mother of four budding heroines and wife to one true-life hero, Trish lives in an idyllic region of South Australia. Is it any wonder she believes in happy-ever-afters?
Find her at www.trishmorey.com or www.facebook.com/trish.morey
To all the wonderful readers who have written and e-mailed asking when they might see Kadar’s story.
Thank you so much and here it is.
I love this story—I hope you do too.
Rashid’s story, the finale of the Desert Brothers series, will be coming soon!
And to Carol, just because.
Trish xxx
Contents
HE SAW HER in the Spice Market, just another tourist strolling through Istanbul’s ancient marketplace, famed for selling spices and dried fruits and a thousand different kinds of tea. Just another wide-eyed tourist, even if she did come complete with blond hair and blue eyes and red jeans that hugged her curves like a second skin.
Not that he was interested.
It was mere curiosity that slowed his footsteps as she lifted her camera to take a photograph of a shop hung with glass lanterns of every imaginable design and colour; nothing more than curiosity that kept him watching as the stallholder took advantage of her stillness, holding out a plate of his best Turkish delight for her to sample. She took a faltering step backwards when she realised she hadn’t gone unnoticed, murmuring apologies and shaking her head, setting the messy knot of blond hair at the back of her head and its loose tendrils dancing, but the plate followed her retreat, the eyes of the seller joining in his entreaties for her to just have one tiny taste.
Kadar’s feet faltered at