Trish Morey - Captive of Kadar

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.

Desert Brothers Desert Brothers Title Page About the Author 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 CHAPTER THIRTEEN CHAPTER FOURTEEN CHAPTER FIFTEEN EPILOGUE Extract Copyright

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

www.millsandboon.co.uk

TRISH MOREYalways 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.comor 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

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Introduction 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.

Desert Brothers Desert Brothers Desert Brothers Title Page About the Author 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 CHAPTER THIRTEEN CHAPTER FOURTEEN CHAPTER FIFTEEN EPILOGUE Extract Copyright 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!

Title Page Captive of Kadar Trish Morey www.millsandboon.co.uk

About the Author 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

Dedication 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

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

EPILOGUE

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CHAPTER ONE

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 the stall opposite—it wasn’t his usual but he was curious, he told himself, and this shop would do—and ordered the dates he had come to buy for Mehmet, before looking over his shoulder to see whose will was stronger, the stallholder’s or the tourist’s. The vendor had her attention now, all the time smiling, a toothy smile in a crinkled face as warm as it was persuasive while he continued to engage her, plucking countries from the air as they did here, guessing where she was from—America? England?