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A night of passion under the desert stars…
For handsome and honorable Crown Prince Jarah Ramzi, duty is everything. Nothing ever has ever interfered with his royal responsibilities. Until beautiful American Aubrey Bennet catches his eye one night and he decides—just this once—to be impulsive.
What a mistake. Because not only is Aubrey unforgettable, their one night of passion has left her pregnant. Determined to do the right thing, the dutiful prince asks Aubrey to marry him… But he’s shocked when her answer is no!
Aubrey was just blowing off steam when she slept with the oh-so-sexy Jarah. She had no idea who he was or that their night of passion would leave her pregnant. At the same time, her beloved grandmother has announced that she’s selling the family’s vineyard—Aubrey’s sanctuary. With all this turmoil to deal with, she’s not about to marry a virtual stranger, even if he is a smoking hot prince. Then Jarah offers her a deal: Marry him and he’ll buy the vineyard for her. How can she resist?
The bigger question is, how can she resist Jarah? She can’t—and he can’t resist her either. But just when they realize fate may have brought their hearts together, an outside force threatens to tear them apart…
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EXCERPT
Chapter 1
“Aubrey? You’ve been working for a few hours without a break. Come test the new dish that I’ve been working on.”
Looking up from the pile of paperwork, Aubrey glanced at the clock. Hysani was right. Three hours had passed since she’d closed herself up in the upstairs office of the restaurant. There was only one small window, and without the sunlight, she often lost track of time. Hopefully, her new boss would think she was dedicated rather than flighty.
Her stomach rumbled. “That sounds great. What is it?”
“A seasoned turkey burger with pepper-jack cheese, aioli, fried pickle chips, lettuce, tomato, and onions.”
After a confused pause, Aubrey laughed. “A turkey sandwich. You weren’t lying when you said you wanted some American dishes. I love turkey burgers.”
It had only been two weeks since she’d arrived in the small Arabian kingdom of Rihamel, and she was still getting used to the Middle Eastern dishes. A burger, even a turkey burger, sounded wonderful.
“Excellent. You’ll give me your honest opinion.”
Hysani Ismat was a wealthy businessman who owned a number of restaurants and night clubs in the country. When Aubrey’s grandmother suggested she travel for a year, Aubrey never thought she’d end up here. Having grown up on a vineyard, she thought she’d spend her time in Europe, touring the great vineyards of Italy and Paris and learning all she could about their wine-making processes.
Unfortunately, her meager savings had dried up quickly, and jobs had been scarce or difficult to get as a foreigner. Luckily, her friend Gwen had been studying in Rihamel and offered her a room in her flat. Gwen had connections to the royal family, and she’d pulled some strings to get Aubrey a job. Helping Hysani open up the new restaurant wasn’t the dream job she had in mind, but the pay was amazing, and it wasn’t like she’d be here forever.
In a few months, she’d be back to Europe, and when she was done, she could go home armed with the knowledge to convince her grandmother to start making her own wine rather than selling her grapes.
“You know, you are allowed to have some fun while you’re here. You’ve been working non-stop for a week. I like to think I’m a good boss, and a good boss would tell you to cut back and enjoy yourself. Play tourist. Our little kingdom has a lot to offer. We might not be America, but we still know how to have a good time.”
Aubrey chuckled. One thing she’d learned about her boss was that with his good looks and immense wealth, he didn’t have any trouble finding a good time. When he was at work, however, Hysani was nothing but professional, and she appreciated that. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
He sighed as they descended the steps. The downstairs was still being renovated, but the kitchen was in working order, and there were a few tables set up.
“Sit, sit,” Hysani said impatiently. “I’ll be right back.”
The man was serious about food and would hover until she gave him her opinion. He was a talented cook, and she looked forward to lunch. The plate of food he returned with looked delicious.
Under his watchful eye, she took a bite and immediately gave him a thumbs-up. “It’s great. Turkey tends to be dry, but this is juicy and flavorful.”
“Good, good. I will consider adding it to the menu. You and your roommate must give me a list of your favorite foods. I don’t want all American dishes, of course, but with the influx of American tourists, it would be good for business to provide something that would bring them comfort.” He glanced at his watch and frowned. “I have to take a phone call, but I won’t be long. Take your time with lunch. Enjoy. That’s an order.”
She did have a headache brewing at her temples, so Aubrey took a deep breath and tried to imagine that she was back home, enjoying her lunch in the fields, with the sun beating down on her and her friend Jennifer. Jennifer managed the vineyards for her grandmother, and even though she was almost two decades older than Aubrey’s twenty-four, they had become fast friends.
A sharp knocking on the front door broke her out of her meditation, and she opened her eyes and swiveled her head around.
The restaurant wouldn’t be open for another month at the earliest, but there were a number of shops and restaurants in the area. Someone probably didn’t realize it wasn’t open. She headed to the door to explain things, but when she got a good look at who was standing outside, she stopped short.
