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Christmas Bride For The Sheikh
CAROL MARINELLI
His midwife under the mistletoeThis Christmas, midwife Flo is determined to avoid all mistletoe! Whilst she’s a secret romantic, she’s fed up with only kissing frogs. Until she meets notorious prince, sheikh Hazin al-Razim, and is enticed into the most sizzling night of her life…Hazin hides a wealth of pain behind his playboy façade and beautiful Flo is the first person to warm his frozen heart. So, when she’s hired to deliver his brother’s Christmas Eve baby, it’s Hazin’s chance to claim his own Christmas miracle – Flo as his bride!Ruthless Royal SheikhsTwo royal brothers – bound by duty, but driven by desire!
His midwife under the mistletoe
This Christmas, midwife Flo is determined to avoid all mistletoe! Though she’s a secret romantic, she’s fed up with only kissing frogs. Until she meets notorious sheikh prince Hazin al-Razim and is enticed into the most sizzling night of her life...
Hazin hides a wealth of pain behind his playboy facade, and beautiful Flo is the first person to warm his frozen heart. So, when she’s hired to deliver his brother’s Christmas Eve baby, it’s Hazin’s chance to claim his own Christmas miracle—Flo as his bride!
Dear Reader (#u04dc8459-e341-5a3f-a28a-4932707cbbfa),
I’ve been unfaithful!
Sheikh Prince Hazin al-Razim was born as the requisite ‘spare’, and I have to confess I fell more than a little in love with him while writing his brother Ilyas’s story.
Ilyas, the Crown Prince, has the running of the country on his mind—whereas the next in line, Hazin, runs wild and apologises to no one.
He has his reasons, though, and they made me tear up several times while writing his story.
It was clear to me that this bad boy hero needed a very special heroine to tame him. Possibly someone who runs a little wild herself.
Well, along comes Flo, a gorgeous midwife, who attracts all the wrong sorts and has sworn off men. She’s doing very well with that pledge until the night she meets Hazin!
I don’t blame her a bit. :)
Happy reading!
Carol
CAROL MARINELLI recently filled in a form asking for her job title. Thrilled to be able to put down her answer, she put ‘writer’. Then it asked what Carol did for relaxation and she put down the truth—‘writing’. The third question asked for her hobbies. Well, not wanting to look obsessed, she crossed her fingers and answered ‘swimming’—but, given that the chlorine in the pool does terrible things to her highlights, I’m sure you can guess the real answer!
ANNIE O’NEIL spent most of her childhood with her leg draped over the family rocking chair and a book in her hand. Novels, baking, and writing too much teenage angst poetry ate up most of her youth. Now Annie splits her time between corralling her husband into helping her with their cows, baking, reading, barrel racing (not really!) and spending some very happy hours at her computer, writing.
Christmas Bride for the Sheikh
Carol Marinelli
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Books by Carol Marinelli (#u04dc8459-e341-5a3f-a28a-4932707cbbfa)
Mills & Boon Medical Romance
Paddington Children’s Hospital
Their One Night Baby
Desert Prince Docs
Seduced by the Sheikh Surgeon
The Hollywood Hills Clinic
Seduced by the Heart Surgeon
Playboy on Her Christmas List
Their Secret Royal Baby
Mills & Boon Modern Romance
Billionaires & One-Night Heirs
The Innocent’s Secret Baby
Bound by the Sultan’s Baby
Sicilian’s Baby of Shame
The Sheikh’s Baby Scandal
Visit the Author Profile page at millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk) for more titles.
Praise for Carol Marinelli (#u04dc8459-e341-5a3f-a28a-4932707cbbfa)
‘It had me in tears at the beginning, and then again at the end, and I could hardly put it down. A brilliant emotional read by Carol Marinelli!’
—Goodreads on The Baby of Their Dreams
Contents
Cover (#u438a67ae-b7e1-51e6-93aa-ba809aa566cc)
Back Cover Text (#u95780f40-b48e-5901-8cc6-5d4b077ebcc4)
Dear Reader (#ue35ebccc-3d42-5b21-8575-cca85394ef26)
About the Author (#u80a9a939-186f-52d6-b7e9-9f66ccc3be13)
Title Page (#u9c9400ee-59eb-5940-a382-4e5163e03070)
Booklist (#ulink_e041d740-1d21-51ad-9cbd-b1ac0aefce89)
Praise (#ulink_348907d9-26dd-5afc-8e6b-4e70e8804481)
CHAPTER ONE (#u248efd5e-900c-5a7b-8b62-72f3941080e1)
CHAPTER TWO (#ub8c91726-c362-5c7d-b74c-2e5baa2a6acd)
CHAPTER THREE (#u55007aa2-f24c-5c2a-9b5b-4f60c418a099)
CHAPTER FOUR (#u60a5a1c0-302e-5391-a519-198f19ac458c)
CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FOURTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)
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CHAPTER ONE (#u04dc8459-e341-5a3f-a28a-4932707cbbfa)
I PROMISE I’LL be good.
Florence Andrews lay on her side beneath the sheets, with a heavy male arm pinning her, and promised that if the powers that be could possibly reverse the mistakes made last night then she would be good for the rest of her life.
‘Morning,’ he said sleepily, and she felt the morning swell of him on the back of her thigh. It was so insistent he might just as well have been prodding her to get up.
She said nothing, deciding it was far safer to feign sleep.
Flo was all too used to getting it wrong with men.
Petite, with blonde hair and china-blue eyes, Flo had found that she attracted a rather specific type of male—ones whose names began with a B and ended with a D.
Bad.
Bastard.
Either would fool her.
The last man she had dated had practically had to come with written references before she’d even agreed to go out with him, yet he had turned out to be just like the rest.
A louse.
In fact, even thinking of him had Flo screwing her eyes more tightly closed in shame.
She’d sworn off men, so it had been an awfully long time since she’d gone out with anyone.
Not that she and Hazin had ever been out. It hadn’t even been a date.
She opened her eyes and the view of a cold, grey London in autumn was as stunning as it had been last night. Big Ben let her know it was just after eight and from the dizzy height of the presidential suite it looked like a black and white photo, except for the rain hitting the vast windows.
Flo knew she had outdone herself in the rake stakes this time.
Sheikh Prince Hazin al-Razim of Zayrinia came with warnings attached rather than references.
She knew his title, not because he had told her but because of her friend.
Well, she had actually known of him before Maggie had got mixed up with his brother. Scandalous photos of Hazin were plastered over the Internet. His handsome face and naked body—with a generous black rectangle covering the necessary—appeared from time to time in the trashy magazines that the mothers read on the maternity ward where she was a midwife.
They would sometimes even giggle with Flo about him.
His reputation was appalling. Hazin was completely irredeemable; in fact, he was bad to the bone.
Yet he was adored by all.
And last night he had been, without a shadow of doubt, the best lover of her life.
Hazin had either fainted from a lack of blood to the head or he was asleep again, because the arm that had been pulling her back was loose now on her stomach and his breathing was even.
It gave her a pause.
How long the peace would last, she could not be sure.
Did she tell him she knew who he was and explain how their seemingly chance meeting had come about?
Would there even be conversation, given all they had between them was sex?
How the hell had she got into this mess? Flo wondered as she lay there. She was supposed to have been helping out her friend!
* * *
Flo had no intention of going out this evening. Maggie had texted and asked if Flo could stop by at the café where Maggie worked. Her friend had brought a souvenir home from her backpacking trip around the world—she was six months pregnant.
