Penny Jordan - The Royals Collection

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This collection of royals know exactly what they want and exactly how they’re going to get it!Royals: Claimed by the PrinceThe Heartbreaker Princeby Kim LawrencePassion and the Prince by Penny JordanPrince of Secrets by Susan StephensRoyals: A Dutiful PrincessHis Forbidden Diamond by Susan StephensExpectant Princess, Unexpected Affair by Michelle CelmerRoyal Holiday Baby by Leanne BanksRoyals: Wed to the PrinceBy Royal Command by Robyn DonaldThe Princess and the Outlaw by Leanne BanksThe Prince’s Secret Bride by Raye MorganRoyals: For Their Royal HeirAn Heir Fit for a King by Abby GreenThe Pregnant Princess by Anne Marie WinstonThe Prince’s Secret Baby by Christine RimmerRoyals: Chosen by the PrinceThe Prince’s Waitress Wife by Sarah MorganBecoming the Prince’s Wife by Rebecca WintersTo Dance with a Prince by Cara ColterRoyals: His Hidden SecretRevealed: A Prince and a Pregnancy by Kelly HunterDate with a Surgeon Prince by Meredith WebberThe Secret King by C J Miller

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Kamel could feel the effort it cost the man to smile. ‘You have an unusual pet, Prince Kamel.’

Kamel produced a smile that was equally insincere. ‘She is not a pet, Colonel.’

He could feel the man’s eyes in his back as he walked away. Still, a poisonous stare was less painful than the bullet he would no doubt have preferred to deliver.

* * *

‘No.’ Hannah shook her head and refused to take the seat that she was guided to. ‘Where is he?’ she asked the monolith of a man who didn’t react to her question. ‘My father! Where is he?’

As the door closed behind him the hawk flew off Kamel’s hand and onto her perch, the tinkle of bells making Hannah turn her head. ‘Where is my father? I want my—’

He cut across her, his tone as bleak as winter, but not as cold and derisive as his eyes. ‘You should know I have no taste for hysteria.’

‘And you should know I don’t give a damn.’

Kamel, who had anticipated her reaction to be of the standard ‘poor little me’ variety, was actually pleasantly surprised by her anger. If nothing else the girl was resilient. Just as well—as it was a quality she was going to need.

‘I suppose it was too much to hope that you have learnt anything from your experience.’ He arched a sardonic ebony brow. ‘Like humility.’

Now wasn’t that the ultimate in irony? She was being lectured on humility by a man who had just produced a master class in arrogance.

She hadn’t expected to be told she’d done brilliantly or receive a pat on the back...but a lecture?

‘You got me out of there, so thanks. But I’m damned if I’m going to be lectured by the hired help!’ It came out all wrong. But what did it matter if he thought she was a snob? She needed to know what the hell was happening and he wouldn’t even give her a straight answer.

At last she was now living down to his expectations. He peeled off his head gear, revealing a head of close-cropped raven-black hair. The austere style emphasised the classical strength of his strongly sculpted features. ‘I suggest that we postpone this discussion until we are actually in the air.’

It wasn’t a suggestion so much as an order, and his back was already to her. She had just spent two days in a cell experiencing a total lack of control—this man was going to give her answers!

‘Don’t walk away from me like that!’

Dragging a hand back and forth over his hair, causing it to stand up in spikes, he paused and turned his head towards her without immediately responding. Instead in a low aside he spoke to his massive stone-faced sidekick, who bowed his head respectfully before he whisked away—moving surprisingly quickly for such a large man.

His attentions switched back to Hannah. ‘It’s called prioritising, my little dove.’

Hannah felt her stomach muscles tighten at the reminder that the last hurdle was still to be negotiated. At least most of the quivering was associated with fear. Some of it...well, it wasn’t as if she were struck dumb with lust, but a little dry-mouthed maybe? Previously her fear levels had given her some protection from the aura of raw sexuality this man exuded, but she felt it even more strongly when he hooked a finger under her chin and looked down into her face for a moment before letting his hand drop away.

The contact and the deep dark stare had been uncomfortable, but now it was gone she wasn’t sure what she felt. She gave her head a tiny shake to clear the low-level buzz—or was that the jet engines? She was clearly suffering the effects of an adrenalin dip; the chemical circulating in her blood had got her this far, but now she was shaking.

‘Sit down, belt up and switch off your phone,’ he drawled, wondering if he hadn’t been a bit too tough on her. But she acted tough, and looked... His eyes slid over the soft contours of her fine-boned face. She was possibly one of the few women on the planet who could look beautiful after two days in a ten-foot-square prison cell.

She sat down with a bump because it was preferable to falling. Had she thanked him yet?

‘Thank you.’ Hannah had been brought up to be polite, after all, and he had just rescued her.

She closed her eyes and missed the look of shock on his face. As the jet took off she released a long, slow sigh and didn’t open her eyes again, even when she felt the light brush of hands on her shoulder and midriff as a belt was snapped shut.

Was it possible that she had jumped from the proverbial frying pan straight into...what? And with whom? It was only the knowledge that he carried the personal message from her father that had stopped her tipping over into panic as her imagination threatened to go wild on her.

‘If you would like anything, just ask Rafiq. I have some work to do.’

She opened her eyes in time to see her rescuer shrug off his imposing desert robes to reveal a pale coffee-coloured tee shirt and black jeans. The resulting relaxed image should have been less imposing, but actually wasn’t—even though he appeared to have shrugged off the icy-eyed hauteur that had reduced the aggressive colonel to red-faced docility.

He might be dressed casually, his attitude might be relaxed when he glanced her way, but this didn’t change the fact that he exuded a level of sexuality that was unlike anything she had ever encountered.

He took a couple of steps, then turned back, his dark, dispassionate stare moving across her face. So many questions—Hannah asked the one that she felt took priority. ‘Who are you?’

His mouth lifted at one corner but the dark silver-flecked eyes stayed coolly dispassionate as he responded, ‘Your future husband.’

Then he was gone.

CHAPTER THREE

‘IS THERE ANYTHING I can get for you?’

The words roused Hannah from her semi catatonic state. She surged to her feet and flung the man mountain before her a look of profound scorn before pushing past him into the adjoining cabin, which contained a seating area and a bed on which her tall, rude rescuer was stretched out, one booted foot crossed over the other, his forearm pressed across his eyes.

‘I thought you were working.’

‘This is a power nap. I want to look good in the wedding photos.’

Breathing hard, she stood there, hands on her hips, glaring at his concealed face—noticing as she did the small bloody indentations on the sides of his wrist, presumably from where the hawk had landed on his bare skin.

‘Can you be serious for one moment, please?’

He lifted a dark brow and with a long-suffering sigh dropped his arm. Then, in one sinuous motion, he pulled himself up into a sitting position and lowered his feet to the ground.

He planted his hands on his thighs and leaned forward. ‘I’m all yours. Shoot.’

Hannah heard shoot and shuddered, recalling the scene on the tarmac where but for his lightning reflexes there might have been more than one bullet discharged—a disaster narrowly averted.

‘You should put some antiseptic on those.’

His dark brows twitched into a puzzled line.

She pointed to his arm. ‘The bird.’ She angled a wary glance at the big bird. ‘You’re bleeding.’

He turned his wrist and shrugged in an irritatingly tough fashion. ‘I’ll live.’

‘I, on the other hand, am feeling a little insecure about being on a plane with a total stranger going...’ she gave an expressive shrug ‘...God knows where. So do you mind filling in a few blanks?’

He nodded. She didn’t sound insecure. She sounded and looked confident and sexy and in control. What would it take to make her lose it? It could be he was about to find out.

‘My father sent you?’

He tipped his head in acknowledgement and she gave a gusty sigh of relief. ‘He sends his love.’

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