‘That is fate’s way of sealing our future meeting,’ he murmured.
Sam’s deep voice washed over her in a sensuous wave, low, warm, intimate, and Bria all but melted against him.
His lips grazing hers had sent her lingering doubts of a proper goodbye up in flames, and she opened her eyes, determined to imprint this man, this moment, in her mind.
However, the instant her eyes opened her resolution to make their farewell short and sweet vanished, and she covered his mouth with hers, pouring her incredible, uncharacteristic desire for him into the swift, heartfelt kiss.
Nicola Marsh has always had a passion for writing and reading. As a youngster, she devoured books when she should have been sleeping, and later kept a diary whose content could be an epic in itself! These days, when she’s not enjoying life with her husband and sons in her home city of Melbourne, she’s at her computer, creating the romances she loves in her dream job. Visit Nicola’s website at www.nicolamarsh.com for the latest news of her books.
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Dear Reader
Have you ever dreamed of being swept away to an exotic location? To a far distant land with sweeping desert sands, a lush oasis, an opulent palace? And, of course, such a magical place would have a prince ruling it—a striking, sexy, powerful prince, used to getting his own way.
If this fantasy sounds intriguing to you, imagine the fun I had creating Adhara and its ruler, Prince Samman al Wali.
As we all know, every strong alpha male needs a heroine to match him in every way, and Bria Green more than fits the bill.
She’s independent, confident, and focussed on making it to the top of her career. That is until she meets the mysterious Sam, unaware that her trip to Adhara will change her life in ways she never thought possible…
I had a wonderful time writing this story. From the hip vibe of Melbourne to cosmopolitan Dubai, from a private desert oasis to a French-inspired palace, I let my imagination run wild.
I hope you get swept away to Adhara too!
Best wishes
Nicola
THE DESERT PRINCE’S PROPOSAL
BY
NICOLA MARSH
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For my very special Nan, who takes great pride in every book I write (and who introduced me to the wonderful world of Mills & Boon all those years ago!).
CHAPTER ONE
‘I AM NOT getting into that thing!’
Bria Green glared at the chauffeur, who stared at her with amused detachment like he’d seen it all before, and pointed at the gleaming-black limo parked at the kerb.
‘I didn’t ask to be picked up. Who sent you?’
The chauffeur, simply known as ‘Len’, from his name tag, removed his cap and rubbed at a shiny dome almost as highly polished as his car.
‘Look, miss. I’m just doing my job. Your name and flight details were on my list, so here I am. I don’t know who makes the bookings, I just follow instructions.’
Bria’s anger deflated a tad. It wasn’t this guy’s fault that Daddy dearest was up to his old tricks again.
‘Miss?’
Len held open the door to the limo, and she wavered slightly before a strong waft of spanking-new leather and wood polish hit her like a frigid gust on an icy Melbourne day.
She hated the smell: rich, pungent, nauseating. The smell she’d grown to hate as a child when she’d been dropped off at the school gates every morning, and had faced the merciless teasing of the other kids for turning up to school in a chauffeured limo.
Shaking her head, she backed away from the open door like an abseiler having second thoughts about jumping off a cliff.
‘No. I can’t. I’m sorry.’
Len frowned, staring at her with genuine confusion in his crinkly brown eyes.
‘But, miss, I’m instructed to take you to the Mansion hotel. It’s my employer’s orders.’
Taking a deep breath, she clutched her suitcase handle, gripped by an irrational fear that if she released it for one second it would be whisked away and stuffed into the limo’s boot, leaving her no choice but to enter the opulent confines of the car.
‘Excuse me, is there a problem here? Do you need some help?’
Great, just what she needed, some stranger with an upper-class accent poking his nose into her business.
With her temper rising by the minute, she forced a tight smile and looked up at the man, determined to fob him off, ditch Len and find the nearest taxi to take her to the hotel.
However, the first part of her plan faltered when her wary gaze met curious dark-brown eyes, eyes she would’ve flicked past if they weren’t part of a striking ensemble of high cheekbones, strong jaw, straight Roman nose, Mediterranean tan and black-as-coal hair which framed his face, highlighting the perfection.
Striking? Who was she kidding? The guy was gorgeous, imposing, and staring at her with obvious concern.
‘I’m fine,’ she said, waving him away with one hand while maintaining a death grip on her suitcase.
She travelled extensively to promote Motive, her architectural business. She knew the dangers of landing in a strange city and being accosted by wackos, no matter how incredible they looked.
‘You sure?’
His deep voice rippled over her, the posh accent reminiscent of the time she’d spent in London. The time she’d rather forget.
‘Positive.’
She nodded emphatically and turned away, only to be confronted by the burgundy leather seats of the limo, and a bar tucked discreetly into the far door.
Suddenly, the choice between getting into the limo and possibly being abducted didn’t seem so far apart after all.
‘I’m