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Protecting the Desert Princess
CAROL MARINELLI
Seven days without her crown!Princess Layla of Ishla craves just one week outside the gilded cage of her palace. A chance to try absolutely everything that is forbidden!- Sharing a romantic dinner- Dancing the night away- Kissing a gorgeous man…The only exception? She must remain pure for her future husband!Arriving in Australia, she knows there’s only one man who can help her fulfil this dream… Revered, and feared, barrister Mikael Romanov has earned his ruthless reputation – yet spirited Layla quickly gets beneath his skin. Mikael’s sworn to protect her, but can he protect Layla from himself?Discover more at www.millsandboon.co.uk/carolmarinelli
‘One kiss …’ Layla smiled.
‘Your brother asked me to—’
‘You don’t have to keep my promises for me,’ Layla interrupted. ‘I shall be returning to Ishla a virgin.’
‘We were talking about a kiss!’
‘So what’s the problem, then?’ Layla said.
She soon found out.
Mikael turned her around to face him and she stood shivering in anticipation. She felt his hand on her shoulder and his face move to hers … And then she was lost, because nothing in her imaginings could have prepared her for arrogant lips turned tender.
His kiss was soft at first, as one hand rested on her waist, the other at her shoulder. Then she felt the slip of his tongue and the slide of his hand to the back of her head. It was shocking, it was sensual, it was the gateway to paradise.
One kiss and her lips were swollen.
‘We agreed one kiss.’ Layla smiled again. ‘But now I know why it is trouble …’
CAROL MARINELLI recently filled in a form where she was asked for her job title and was thrilled, after all these years, to be able to put down her answer as ‘writer’. Then it asked what Carol did for relaxation and, after chewing her pen for a moment, Carol put down the truth: ‘writing’. The third question asked, ‘What are your hobbies?’ Well, not wanting to look obsessed or, worse still, boring, she crossed the fingers on her free hand and answered ‘swimming and tennis’. But, given that the chlorine in the pool does terrible things to her highlights, and the closest she’s got to a tennis racket in the last couple of years is watching the Australian Open, I’m sure you can guess the real answer!
Protecting the Desert Princess
Carol Marinelli
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Contents
Cover (#u2a50bc99-6e9e-5a8a-8ffb-6d9c1057b3af)
Introduction (#ueee447b9-90e7-580c-8914-ca9b994d836c)
About the Author (#uafe6476c-d572-5ea5-88c4-2df2722df2ec)
Title Page (#uc5f7e34f-a887-5391-a935-65ff9ea6da52)
Contents (#uea2e1a44-070d-55f7-9b7b-81779618c006)
CHAPTER ONE (#u7b29bb62-8b8c-59ba-be2d-78817fd8c717)
CHAPTER TWO (#u3cb5d200-904d-54d0-9476-eaf5fabfb8db)
CHAPTER THREE (#uaa6fd63b-b17a-5cc1-b0fc-02aa00aff793)
CHAPTER FOUR (#uc9c5f393-20de-500c-8b29-252a688c7d4a)
CHAPTER FIVE (#u815336bf-211c-5e53-81b2-383f2cf5acba)
CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)
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CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_37ab8aef-6aa1-55fd-ad76-96188c28d976)
‘PRINCESS LAYLA, are you excited to be…?’
Layla patiently waited as the little girl on her computer screen faltered while choosing her words. By video link Layla was being beamed into the classrooms of the girls and young women of Ishla. Each class took an hour and, by working hard, Layla managed to get to each classroom once a month. Here she encouraged the children to converse in English and to work harder on their schoolwork, and it was proving a huge success.
‘Princess Layla.’ The little girl tried again. ‘Are you excited that you will travel to Australia with Prince Zahid and Princess Trinity on their honeymoon?’
At the word ‘honeymoon’ the class exploded into a fit of giggles and Layla did her best not to join in with them. This class consisted of ten-year-old girls and they were all terribly excited that the handsome Prince Zahid had married the English lady Trinity, and they were all only too happy to talk about weddings.
And honeymoons!
‘Well done,’ Layla said to the little girl when the laughter had died down. ‘You asked your question beautifully. Yes, I am very excited that I shall be joining my brother and his bride in Sydney, Australia. Did you know that you are my final class before we leave on the royal plane tonight?’
Zahid and Trinity’s wedding had been beautiful, and the whole of Ishla had joined in the celebrations, even though the shocking news had hit, just before the wedding, that Trinity was already pregnant.
Layla’s rule was that so long as questions were politely asked she would answer as best she could. Some of the questions, though, about Trinity’s pregnancy, had been more than awkward—and not just because the subject in Ishla was sensitive. Layla simply hadn’t known the answers, and had begun to understand just how na?ve she was.
Layla craved knowledge.
She had long dreamt of a world outside the palace walls.
Before Zahid had even known who his bride was he had agreed to allow Layla to accompany him on his honeymoon. As a future king Zahid could not be expected to entertain his wife all day, and of course it had been assumed that his bride would need a companion.
They were so deeply in love, though, that perhaps they would prefer to be holidaying alone—but there was no way Layla was going to give up her first and only trip out of Ishla.
Guilt gripped her.
Not because she might prove a bit of an imposition for a couple in love—instead the guilt was for what Layla was secretly planning to do when she got to Australia.
‘Princess Layla, are you scared?’ another little girl asked.
‘A little.’ Layla spoke a guarded version of her truth. ‘After all, I have never been out of Ishla, and so I don’t really know what to expect, but I am also very excited. It is going to be a huge adventure for me and I have been looking forward to it for a very long time.’
‘Princess Layla…’
All hands were raised. Her students adored her. They always did their homework now, just for the chance to speak with their princess each month. There were a lot of questions, but Layla’s father, King Fahid, wanted to speak with Layla before she left and so she brought things to a close.
‘Now,’ Layla said to the students, ‘there is no more time for questions. Instead it is time for you all to wish me a safe journey.’
She smiled at their voices as they did just that.
‘Will you miss us?’ they asked.
Layla held up her finger and thumb and held them a small distance apart. ‘This much,’ she said. As they all moaned their protests Layla stretched out her arms as wide as she could reach. ‘Or perhaps this much! All of you know that I will miss you to the moon and back.’
She would miss them very much, Layla thought a little while later, as she lay on her bed on her stomach, going through her computer and checking and rechecking details for the very last time.
Would her father even let her teach them again, after she—?
Layla halted her thought processes; she could not allow herself to think like that now. Whatever the consequences to her actions, Layla had long ago decided that she was prepared to bear them.
One week of freedom would be worth whatever punishment her father would serve out for her.
Layla was petrified about taking a taxi alone in Australia, but she had watched little clips on her computer over and over and was as certain as she could be that she knew what to do.
How she loved her computer!
King Fahid was getting older and, though no one in Ishla must know, he was seriously ill, so perhaps had not investigated Layla’s teaching aid quite as thoroughly as he once would have. Fahid did not really understand the access to the world that the computer gave his daughter. Layla lived a very protected life and wasn’t even allowed a phone—she had never seen a television.
The computer was to assist with her teaching. Fahid was pleased that his daughter was helping the young women of Ishla and that finally his rebel daughter seemed to be staying out of mischief’s way.
Layla pulled up the page that she had been studying carefully for weeks now—ever since she had found out where the honeymoon was taking place.
There he was!
Layla smiled at his scowling, haughty face.
Mikael Romanov, Senior Counsel, was, according to everything she had read, an extremely successful barrister. According to the translation of his website, he was considered amongst the best criminal defence lawyers in Australia. Originally from Russia, he had studied law in Australia. Tough and ruthless, he attacked the prosecution on every point and all too often won.
Good, Layla thought. He would need to be tough and ruthless to deal with Zahid, and possibly even the King.
Layla typed in his name and read a translation of the latest news. Although Layla could speak and understand English, she could not read or write it.
Mikael was in the news a lot at the moment, defending a man accused of murder and other heinous crimes against his late partner. Layla had been closely following the case from her computer after she went to bed at night.
How she loved the news clips of Mikael walking out of court in his black robe and wig. He offered no comment or apology to the questions that were hurled at him. He seemed not to care that everyone was demanding to know how he could even consider defending such a vile man.
Perhaps Mikael would be glad to turn his focus to a family matter, Layla thought. Maybe he would welcome the break from his horrible client, because Mikael did not look happy.
Not once had she seen him smile.
Layla felt a small shiver as she enlarged an image and looked at his full mouth. It was the only soft feature in his face, and it had her tongue rolling over her lips. His hair was as dark as his skin was pale, and always his attire was immaculate. Oh, and his voice—his voice!
She clicked on a rare interview from a couple of years ago that she had recently found. It was Layla’s very favourite one, and she listened to his deep, heavily accented voice scolding a reporter.
‘Tread carefully!’ He pointed his finger at the reporter though for Layla it was if he was scolding her and Layla made a biting noise with her teeth. Her smile was wide as she started at the screen. ‘May I remind you of the unanimous verdict?’
She had not chosen Mikael for his beauty, and yet the more she looked at him, and the more she found out about him, the more Layla wanted to know. She looked into his serious grey eyes—cold eyes that made her feel warm.
Some of the pictures of Mikael Layla was not so keen on—for there were a few of him with very beautiful women by his side.
Many beautiful women.
There he was on a yacht, with a blonde beauty lying topless on a daybed—or Layla assumed she was topless, because where her nipples should be the picture was all blurry.
Layla found her lips were pursed, but then she shrugged.
Her brother Zahid had been wild in his day.
She did not want wild—she wanted fun and romance and dancing.
Of course she would return to Ishla intact.
There were simply some things that Layla wanted to experience before she married a man she did not love. She closed the computer and lay on her back, imagining a whole day spent in bed without having to dress or speak to another person. She thought of other things too, like a romantic dinner, sitting holding hands, and afterwards dancing—which was forbidden in Ishla. She imagined the brush of lips on her mouth… But then her eyes snapped open, for it was Mikael’s mouth that she was imagining.
No.
Layla dismissed that thought.
Mikael was merely a means to an end.
