Dani Collins - Pursued By The Desert Prince

The Sauveterre Siblings The Sauveterre Siblings Meet the world’s most renowned family ... Angelique, Henri, Ramon and Trella—two sets of twins born to a wealthy French tycoon and his Spanish aristocrat wife. Fame, notoriety and an excess of bodyguards is the price of being part of their illustrious dynasty. And wherever the Sauveterre twins go, scandal is sure to follow! They’re Protected by the best security money can buy—no one can break through their barriers... But what happens when each of these Sauveterre siblings meets the one person who can breach their heart...? Meet the heirs to the Sauveterre fortune in Dani Collins’s fabulous new quartet: Pursued by the Desert Prince March 2017 His Mistress with Two Secrets April 2017 Ramon and Isadora’s story Coming soon! Trella and Prince Xavier’s story Coming soon!

Title Page Pursued by the Desert Prince Dani Collins www.millsandboon.co.uk

About the Author Canadian DANI COLLINS knew in high school that she wanted to write romance for a living. Twenty-five years later, after marrying her high school sweetheart, having two kids with him, working at several generic office jobs and submitting countless manuscripts, she got ‘The Call’. Her first Mills & Boon novel won the Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best First in Series from RT Book Reviews. She now works in her own office, writing romance. Books by Dani Collins Mills & Boon Modern Romance The Secret Beneath the Veil Bought by Her Italian Boss Vows of Revenge Seduced into the Greek’s World The Russian’s Acquisition An Heir to Bind Them A Debt Paid in Passion More than a Convenient Marriage? No Longer Forbidden? The Wrong Heirs The Marriage He Must Keep The Consequence He Must Claim Seven Sexy Sins The Sheikh’s Sinful Seduction The 21st Century Gentleman’s Club The Ultimate Seduction One Night With Consequences Proof of their Sin Visit the Author Profile page at millsandboon.co.uk for more titles.

Dear Reader Dear Reader Contents Cover Back Cover Text Introduction The Sauveterre Siblings Title Page About the Author Dear Reader Dedication CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN CHAPTER EIGHT CHAPTER NINE CHAPTER TEN CHAPTER ELEVEN CHAPTER TWELVE Epilogue Extract Copyright , I’ve always found the idea of being a twin fascinating. I especially love the stories you sometimes hear of a particular pair having a subliminal connection, even when distance separates them. Or the smaller, simpler things—like a pair inventing their own language or dressing the same without consulting the other. I brought all this to my new quartet, The Sauveterre Siblings. They’re a wealthy family who have been blessed with identical twin boys and then a pair of identical twin girls. The press are mad for them. They followed the children’s every move, and only grew worse after the youngest was kidnapped when she was nine. Trella was returned to them, but they all wear the scars. In this first story Angelique is still trying to find who she might have been if her sister had never been torn from her. Kasim has his own demons created by a lost sibling. Their worlds are very different, but they’re drawn inexorably into an affair that is only meant to last one night. I hope you enjoy watching the Sauveterre twins find that special someone who will help each of them heal from their past. Dani To my sisters, who often live far away, but remain close, close, close in my heart. Love yous. xoxo

Dedication To my sisters, who often live far away, but remain close, close, close in my heart. Love yous. xoxo

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

Epilogue

Extract

Copyright

CHAPTER ONE

ANGELIQUE SAUVETERRE PICKED up a call from her exterior guards informing her that Kasim ibn Nour, Crown Prince of Zhamair, had arrived to see her.

She slumped back in her chair with a sigh, really not up to meeting someone new. Not after today.

“Of course. Please show him up to my office,” she said. Because she had to.

Hasna had said her brother would drop by while he was in Paris.

Angelique didn’t know why the brother of the bride wanted to meet the designer of the bride’s wedding gown, but she assumed he wanted to arrange a surprise gift. So she didn’t expect this meeting to be long or awful. Her day with Princess Hasna and the bridal party hadn’t been awful. It had actually been quite pleasant.

It was just a lot of people and noise and Angelique was an introvert. When she told people that, they always said, But you’re not shy! She had been horribly shy as a child, though, and brutally forced to get over it. Now she could work a room with the best of them, but it fried her down to a crisp.

She yearned for the day when her sister, Trella, would be ready to be the face of Maison des Jumeaux. An ironic thought, since her twin wore the same face. As she freshened “their” lipstick, Angelique acknowledged that she really longed for Trella to be the one to talk to new clients and meet with brothers of the bride and put on fetes like the one she’d hosted today.

She wanted Trella to be all better.

But she wouldn’t press. Trella had made such progress getting over her phobias, especially in the past year. She was determined to attend Hasna and Sadiq’s wedding and was showing promise in getting there.

It will happen, Angelique reassured herself.

In the meantime... She rolled her neck, trying to massage away the tension that had gathered over hours of soothing every last wedding nerve.

At least she didn’t look too much worse for wear. This silk blend she and Trella had been working on hadn’t creased much at all.

Angelique stood to give a quick turn this way and that in the freestanding mirror in the corner of her office. Her black pants fell flawlessly and the light jacket with its embroidered edges fluttered with her movement while her silver cami reflected light into her face. Her makeup was holding up and only her chignon was coming apart.

She quickly pulled the pins out of her hair and gave it a quick finger-comb so her brunette tresses fell in loose waves around her shoulders. Too casual?

Her door guard knocked and she didn’t have time to redo her hair. She moved to open the door herself.

And felt the impact like she’d stepped under a midnight sky, but one lit by stars and northern lights and the glow of a moon bigger and hotter than the sun could ever hope to be.

Angelique was dazzled and had to work not to show it, but honestly, the prince was utterly spectacular. Dark, liquid eyes that seemed almost black they were such a deep brown. Flawless bone structure with his straight nose and perfectly balanced jawline. His mouth—That bottom lip was positively erotic.

The rest of him was cool and diamond sharp. His country was renowned for being ultraconservative, but his head was uncovered, his black hair shorn into a neat business cut. He wore a perfectly tailored Western suit over what her practiced eye gauged to be an athletically balanced physique.

She swallowed. Find a brain, Angelique.

“Your Highness. Angelique Sauveterre. Welcome. Please come in.”

She didn’t offer to shake, which would have been a faux pas for a woman in Zhamair.

He did hold out his hand, which was a slight overstep for a man to demand of a woman here in Paris.

She acquiesced and felt a tiny jolt run through her as he closed his strong hand over her narrow one. Heat bloomed under her cheekbones, something his quick gaze seemed to note—which only increased her warmth. She hated being obvious.