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Title Page
Copyright
Contents
THE CYNICAL SHEIKH
The Cynical Sheikh: Chapter One
The Cynical Sheikh: Chapter Two
The Cynical Sheikh: Chapter Three
The Cynical Sheikh: Chapter Four
The Cynical Sheikh: Chapter Five
The Cynical Sheikh: Chapter Six
The Cynical Sheikh: Chapter Seven
The Cynical Sheikh: Chapter Eight
The Cynical Sheikh: Chapter Nine
The Cynical Sheikh: Chapter Ten
The Cynical Sheikh: Chapter Eleven
FALLING FOR THE SHEIKH
Falling for the Sheikh: Chapter One
Falling for the Sheikh: Chapter Two
Falling for the Sheikh: Chapter Three
Falling for the Sheikh: Chapter Four
Falling for the Sheikh: Chapter Five
Falling for the Sheikh: Chapter Six
Falling for the Sheikh: Chapter Seven
Falling for the Sheikh: Chapter Eight
Falling for the Sheikh: Chapter Nine
Falling for the Sheikh: Chapter Ten
Falling for the Sheikh: Chapter Eleven
Falling for the Sheikh: Chapter Twelve
Falling for the Sheikh: Chapter Thirteen
Falling for the Sheikh: Chapter Fourteen
Falling for the Sheikh: Chapter Fifteen
Falling for the Sheikh: Chapter Sixteen
Falling for the Sheikh: Chapter Seventeen
Falling for the Sheikh: Chapter Eighteen
A SHEIKH OF HER OWN
A Sheikh of Her Own: Chapter One
A Sheikh of Her Own: Chapter Two
A Sheikh of Her Own: Chapter Three
A Sheikh of Her Own: Chapter Four
A Sheikh of Her Own: Chapter Five
A Sheikh of Her Own: Chapter Six
A Sheikh of Her Own: Chapter Seven
A Sheikh of Her Own: Chapter Eight
A Sheikh of Her Own: Chapter Nine
A Sheikh of Her Own: Chapter Ten
A Sheikh of Her Own: Chapter Eleven
A Sheikh of Her Own: Chapter Twelve
A Sheikh of Her Own: Chapter Thirteen
THE UNFORGETTABLE SHEIKH
The Unforgettable Sheikh: Chapter One
The Unforgettable Sheikh: Chapter Two
The Unforgettable Sheikh: Chapter Three
The Unforgettable Sheikh: Chapter Four
The Unforgettable Sheikh: Chapter Five
The Unforgettable Sheikh: Chapter Six
The Unforgettable Sheikh: Chapter Seven
The Unforgettable Sheikh: Chapter Eight
The Unforgettable Sheikh: Chapter Nine
The Unforgettable Sheikh: Chapter Ten
The Unforgettable Sheikh: Chapter Eleven
The Unforgettable Sheikh: Chapter Twelve
The Unforgettable Sheikh: Chapter Thirteen
The Unforgettable Sheikh: Chapter Fourteen
The Unforgettable Sheikh: Chapter Fifteen
The Unforgettable Sheikh: Chapter Sixteen
The Unforgettable Sheikh: Chapter Seventeen
The Unforgettable Sheikh: Chapter Eighteen
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THE CYNICAL SHEIKH, Book One
Laura never believed in love at first sight. Yet when she meets a dashing, tall, dark and handsome man at a charity event, she falls head over heels. She’s swept away by his charm and devoted attention. Could this be forever love?
When Sheikh Taliq discovers his cousin's involved with another gold digger, he makes plans to lure the woman away, lavishing her with attention–and trinkets–until she chooses him as a more wealthy prospect. Then he will repudiate her–showing his cousin her true colors.
To Taliq’s utter astonishment, his cousin announces his engagement to another women. What of Laura? Has he been totally mistaken about her? Has he lost any chance with a woman he was growing to love?
FALLING FOR THE SHEIKH, Book Two
Always impetuous, this time Sara’s really landed herself in hot water. Caught photographing forbidden locations, she’s in a foreign jail and no one knows where she is.
Sheikh Kharun bak Rijad learns the daughter of the chief representative from the US is accused of spying. To allow the courts to proceed would cause international consequences. Yet, not to act would escalate internal conflicts at the highest levels of his government.
A hastily concocted plan might buy them enough time to finalize a deal worth millions and avoid international repercussions. Can they fool the world into thinking they’re in love?
A SHEIKH OF HER OWN, Book Three
Bridget Rossi is thrilled at the invitation to visit the Mediterranean estate of real sheikh and the chance to immerse herself in a fairy-tale setting for three weeks.
Rashid al Halzid works hard and plays hard, and this house party is an extravagant indulgence. In sharp contrast to his other guests interested in a good time, Bridget weaves her special kindness into the very fabric of his family.
The jaded sheikh has to ask himself is he a fool to believe Bridget's genuine? Or is she another gold digger out for what she can get?
THE UNFORGETTABLE SHEIKH, Book Four
Ten years ago Chloe was in love, talking marriage, and making plans for the future. Then Ben vanished. All plans were shattered and heartbreak became her constant companion.
Sheikh Karif bin Shakirah’s happiest years were as a graduate student at Berkeley. He found a woman who loved him for himself not his family’s wealth. But duties and responsibilities swept him back to his homeland and he lost the woman he loved.
When Chloe sees Ben for the first time in ten years, she’s shocked. He confronts her to find she hold only contempt for him. Can they ever overcome the past or will heartbreak and betrayal be too strong to surmount?
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The Cynical Sheikh: Chapter One
San Francisco, California
Laura Toliver stepped off the elevator to the floor that housed Beatty Security. It was Saturday, not a day she normally worked, but after last night’s showing, she wanted to write her report while it was fresh and not have to wait until Monday. She had nothing else planned for the weekend. Writing the report would take an hour or so and then she’d be free.
There were other members of the team working and she waved to a couple of them as she passed. They were hunched over their computers or talking on the phone. Beatty Securities ran a full service bureau, with operatives and personnel on duty 24/7.
Her boss was in his office. He looked up as she passed the opened door.
“Laura?” he called.
She backed up and peeked in. “Yes?”
He stood and tossed a newspaper to the far edge of his desk. “Have you seen this?”
She entered the cluttered office and picked up the Life Style section of the San Francisco News. Her own face smiled back at her. Beside her stood Sheikh Yuusuf ibn Horah in all his gorgeous good looks.
“I remember when the photographer snapped it. I'd just finished the first circle of the museum and had joined Jenna and Yuusuf for a few minutes.” Laura placed the newspaper back on the desk. “Is there a problem?”
“Only if it gets out that you work for our security firm. We want unobtrusive surveillance at these events, not have every art thief around know what our operatives look like,” Ben said.
“There’s no problem, boss. As far as anyone knows, except Jenna and Yuusuf, I was a guest there like everyone else.”
“Hmm.” He seemed mollified and sat back down in his chair. “What’re you doing here today? After such a late night, I’d think you’d sleep in. Especially since it’s Saturday.”
“I wanted to get the report filed. I took some photos of a few individuals I want to do a quick trace on. Nothing specific, just vague feelings.”
Laura had worked for Beatty Security for three years. Her specialty was guarding museum pieces on display. She was available, as most operatives were, fo
Her primary function was to mingle at these events, keep an eye on the priceless artifacts and identify anyone who showed an undue interest in the items Beatty Security was hired to guard.
She had several discreet miniature cameras and easily took photos of anyone who merited a closer look. She was proficient in taking clear shots that allowed their facial recognition software to identify persons of interest.
“Don’t spend all your free weekend in the office,” he said.
She smiled and turned to head for her desk. “No worries there. It’s too glorious today to stay inside any longer than I need to. This won’t take long and then I’m off to Golden Gate Park for some bike time.”
When Laura reached her desk, she fished the miniature camera from her purse and uploaded the pictures onto her computer. She'd obtained the names of the people she photographed and quickly ran them through some of the standard databases available to compile a brief dossier on anyone a Beatty Security person thought needed watching.
She'd check these first before using the facial rec program. That could take hours and she wasn't waiting around on the off chance someone was not who they said they were.
Oh, oh, she thought a few minutes later. Warren Way, the older man she’d almost convinced herself was just very enthusiastic in his love of the Manas painting, had a rap sheet. Wasn’t that interesting? She printed his photo and the background results to circulate among the others in the company. If he attended future functions, he'd be on their watch list.
Her phone rang.
“Toliver,” she responded, beginning to input her report.
“Hey, Laura, go find your own guy,” Jenna Stanhope said, laughter in her voice.
“I should be so lucky to find one like Yuusuf. How did the photographer get my face and not yours? I could swear you were draped over Yuusuf like a serape all night,” Laura responded.
“Hah! We may be growing close, but we are circumspect. That’s why the speculation in the article that accompanied the photo—which I love. Who is the eligible bachelor after now? What a hoot.”
“There was more?” Laura asked. She’d only glanced at the picture. “What did it say?”
“Just gossipy speculation on the sheikh’s latest interest.”
“My boss is worried my cover will be blown.”
“Not with this article. It’s more like everyone in San Francisco will think you and Yuusuf are having a red-hot affair. I ought to be jealous.”
Laura laughed. “As if he’d even look at me when you’re around. He has eyes for you alone and you know it.”
“You never can tell,” Jenna said.
“Look, I know I warned you against him when you first started dating. He does have a reputation as a playboy, you know,” Laura said. “Rumor has it, he never dated a woman more than three times before dumping her. Until you.”
“Lies all of them. That’s what everyone says about fabulously wealthy men who aren't married. It goes with the territory. Although, he’s had a couple of bad experiences with women, but it wasn’t his fault.”
“Like what?” Laura wasn't sure she believed all Yuusuf told Jenna, but she was trying to keep an open mind. Her friend was crazy about the man.
“They wanted his money.”
That Laura could understand—he had to be worth billions. “Just be careful, okay? He looks to good to be true. I’m always leery about men like that,” Laura said.
“You’re leery about all men.”
“I am not. Just cautious. Anyway, since I’ve come to know him better, he seems to be a good guy.”
“Stop being cautious and be more like me and you’ll find your own good guy. If Mr. Right comes along, you won’t recognize him if you don’t give yourself a chance, and then where will you be?”
“I’m not sure there is a Mr. Right as you say. I’d settle for a Mr. This-is-as-good-as-it-gets,” Laura said wryly.
“You only say that because you haven’t met the love of your life yet. I think you’re too picky.”
“So does this mean you’ve met the love of your life or that you aren’t so picky?”
“I think I have,” Jenna said quietly.
“Yuusuf?” Laura sat up at that. Was her friend serious?
“He’s really all I could ever want,” Jenna said with conviction.
“You two haven’t known each other long enough to know that,” Laura argued.
“Haven’t you heard of love at first sight?”
“Have you heard of marry in haste, repent at leisure?”
Jenna was quiet for a moment. She’d been married at twenty-one and divorced eighteen months later.
“Oh, jeez, I’m sorry, Jens. I didn’t mean Phil. I meant don’t you rush into anything. If it’s the real deal, it’ll last forever, so why rush?”
Laura sometimes forgot about Phil. He’d been out of the picture for six years. Still, it had been a bad time for her friend and the last thing she wanted was to remind her.
“I still believe in love at first sight,” Jenna said stubbornly.
“I might, if I ever found it.” Laura had never been that in love. She dated, of course, and had had a steady relationship with a man when they were both in college. Shortly before graduation, they broke it off. She hardly suffered a pang, much less heartbreak.
She was twenty-eight now. Maybe she was destined to be like Jenna's Aunt Kendra, single at fifty.
She yearned to believe in love at first sight, to dream about meeting some man who would sweep her off her feet and carry her away. Have him convince her he had all the love in the world and wind up with a happy marriage and two or three children.
Each time she met a new man, she wondered if something would click.
Each time, she found they were entertaining or funny or intense. But there was never that spark that would light her fire.
“Yuusuf is taking me sailing today on the Bay. Want to join us?” Jenna asked.
“And be a fifth wheel? I don’t think so. You two have fun. Just take things more slowly, okay?”
“I don’t think he’s after my money. He has as much wealth as I do,” Jenna protested.
Jenna was from an old San Francisco family who started building the family fortune at the time of the California Gold Rush. Each generation had added to the coffers, including her software engineer father.
As an only child, Jenna was the sole heiress to the family fortune when her parents died. A fact Phillip had known and acted upon.
Laura knew her best friend had been blindsided that a man would marry her for money, and it had shaken her confidence.
Laura and Jenna became best friends in kindergarten—long before anyone in Laura’s family knew of the Stanhopes’s wealth. Their friendship had grown and survived high school and college. It continued strong and lasting despite their different lifestyles and circumstances.
“You do like him, right?” Jenna asked.
“Of course I do. He’s charming and fun to be around. I enjoyed talking with him last night while you were visiting with other friends. I don’t have anything bad to say about him, just be careful. I’d hate for you to fall for him and then find he’s only having fun while he works in San Francisco. Won’t he be returning home at some point?”
“I don’t know. Maybe he can continue to run their family office here and we can settle in the city.”
“Have your parents met him yet?” Laura asked.
“No. I want him all to myself for a little longer. I’ll introduce him soon. I don’t want their I-told-you-so’s if I’m reading things wrong. Or have Dad’s cross-examination ruin what we might have.”
Laura laughed. “Your dad’s just doing what dads do.”
For a moment Laura wished she had a father to act that way. Even her beloved grandfather was gone.
“I’ve got to get to work. Do you want to have dinner one night next week?” she asked, shaking off the sadness.
