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The doctors, and there were a lot of them, shook their heads at her. They explained that there was no injury, no residual drugs in her system. They could do nothing short of opening up her skull to have a look, and Sayd wouldn't permit that. Her memory loss could end tomorrow or endure forever.
Throughout all of it, Sayd had held her hands. Even when he wasn't shackled to them.
He held them now, entwining his strong, dark fingers with hers, lending her his strength as he stood at her back. Together, they looked over the capital city with its mix of steel office towers and its mud brick homes. A warm wind swirled with the scents of exotic spices.
Another doctor had just told them there was nothing she could do.
"What if I never get it back, Sayd? Two years of our lives. Just gone."
He tightened his embrace. "It's not so very bad. I'll have the pleasure of making you fall in love with me all over again."
She sighed. "I'm halfway there already."
His scowl was instant. "Halfway? Three-quarters at least."
"Are we going to argue about fractions?" But she smiled. "Maybe sixty percent."
He wrapped his arms around her again. "I'll accept sixty-five, but I promise to work harder. Once my chest heals fully and I can make love to you again."
She held the warm promise of it to her heart and knew he would find making her fall for him an easy job. As if he understood what she was thinking, he kissed her thoroughly. She pressed her hand to the golden sphere he wore on his chest all the time now, reassuring herself the last week had all really happened.
He turned her and pressed his forehead to hers in the gesture she now knew so well. "Hayati, I don't know how to tell you this. I'd hoped you'd remember, but I don't want to keep it from you any longer. You know my heart does not beat without you, but I also love another. And you do as well."
Fear wrung her chest. "No." She shoved at him, the betrayal of it lighting a fire inside her. He had another wife. She should have known no happiness could be so perfect. "I won't listen to this."
"Be calm, Max." Sayd whipped out his phone, typed in her middle name and pressed it into her hands. When she held it, he tapped the screen.
A glorious photo appeared. Bittersweet love and loss and not a moment to lose in the future-even if she never remembered a single moment. Tears streamed from her eyes. She tasted them on her smiling lips. The date in the corner was three months earlier. There she was, looking exhausted and elated in a paper-thin hospital gown, propped up on pillows. Sayd, one arm raised to take the skewed photo, the other wrapped protectively around her shoulders, beamed his pride as if for the moment the Earth had been made for him. Cradled against her breast, she held a wrinkly red body, tiny fists raised in the air in protest against the world.
"Hayati," he said. "Would you like to meet our son?"
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Teresa Morgan is the author of Cinderella and the Sheikh, Handcuffed to the Sheikh, and Sheikh with Benefits, all available wherever hot contemporary romance eBooks are sold. By day, she's a mild-mannered technical writer, but by night (and lunch hours, and weekends) she's a digital Sheherezade, weaving tales of sexy Sheikhs and the strong-willed heroines who love them. Her latest sheikh novella, Sheikh with Benefits, is the story of a straight-laced Persian Prince and the mousy best friend he would never seduce.
Teresa is fascinated by the Middle East and has been to Egypt, Syria, Turkey, and Morocco. Sometimes her adventures end up in her books.
"Sheikhs break all the rules," Teresa says. "Including 'i before e.' After three books, I still have to concentrate every time I spell it."
Other Books by Teresa Morgan
Cinderella and the Sheikh
She's about to get charmed...
Libby Fay's safe little life as a waitress at a posh New York boutique hotel implodes when Sheikh Rasyn Al Jabar, black-eyed and seductive, crashes into her world and swears that he loves her. Unfortunately for Libby, a Cinderella is the last thing this Prince Charming wants.
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No Sleep for the Sheikh
Three novellas to remind you it's hotter in the desert
HANDCUFFED TO THE SHEIKH
Best. Abduction. Ever.
When she opened her front door, the last thing Maxine Foss expected was a hot stranger with a set of handcuffs. Now she's shackled to a sexy, but crazy, person who claims he's an Arabian prince-and her lover. No way. If she had ever gotten naked with a guy this delicious, she would never forget.
Insanity is catching...
Alone in a secluded cabin, Sayd offers his body for her pleasure. But the price for giving in to his temptation could be her sanity, not to mention her freedom... and just maybe, her life.
SHEIKH WITH BENEFITS
What's a little seduction between friends?
Arya Mokri, the ultimate wallflower, has to stop dreaming of His Royal Highness, Sheikh Javad Shirin, or she's going to lose her mind. She's been crushing on him for months and it's time to move on. If he won't have her, she'll find someone who will...
A consummate diplomat, Sheikh Javad would never dream of sleeping with the woman whose friendship he values so much. But when she arrives at an event in a dress showing too much skin and even more poor judgment, he finds himself wondering what it would look like on his bedroom floor. Worse, his suddenly sexy friend plans an affair with his own brother.
Tonight, he vows, her plans will change. Whether she wants them to or not.
VEGAS VALENTINE GIGOLO SHEIKH
Tall, Dark, and Paid For...
Paper-pushing cubicle jockey Stacia Keating has never had problems with guys or relationships. Only sex. Fueled by public humiliation from her useless ex-boyfriend and three too many mojitos at a rehearsal dinner for her best friend's Vegas wedding, she decides it's time to put herself in expert hands. But when reason-and sobriety-returns, she realizes her bonehead mistake. Only problem is that Mr. Tall, Dark, and Paid For seems hell-bent on fulfilling his end of the deal.
Never before in his regimented, predictable life has Prince Zaqwan el Behar of Ittar been mistaken for a male escort. But when the intriguing blonde maid of honor at his friend's wedding offers him money for his sexual services, he can't help but play along. And the more he finds out about her, the more he begins to think that her pleasure is his business...
Buy No Sleep for the Sheikh from your favorite eBookstore today!
More Hot Sheikh Romances from Teresa Morgan
Sheikh with Benefits
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Fast and Mine
Sharon Page
College student Claire gets lessons in seduction from sexy, hot street bike racer, Sawyer. But when she's kidnapped by his psychotic sponsor to force him to race, can Sawyer save her and win her heart?
Copyright 2014 Sharon Page
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
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Chapter One
Frat parties.
I've always dreamed of going to one but I never thought I would. In high school, I never got invited to the cool parties. I was known as ‘Claire Thomas: math whiz, brain, complete geek.' I was the female version of the Big Bang guys.
At the start of high school, I was flat-chested, which had not helped my popularity in junior high. By the end of tenth grade, I had much bigger breasts. Awkwardly bigger breasts. And while I'd dreamed about having boobs since I was twelve, I was then too shy to do anything but hide them. I grew into my nose, got contacts, and looked much prettier, but strangely that didn't help my confidence. I'd learned to be quiet and reserved and I stayed that way.
But now I'm in college-Yardley College in New Hampshire. And I am actually at a frat party. My dorm roommate, Abby Potter brought me, as she was invited and allowed to bring a guest. She also chose my wardrobe for the night, so I'm wearing skinny jeans and one of her T-shirts, which has a low, scooped neck. If I look down I can see inside the neckline to my bra.
I brought a zip-up hoodie, which is now covering the T-shirt and is zipped up to my neck. I stand in a corner, holding a beer that I have no intention of drinking.
I thought this would be thrilling.
I feel completely out of place.
The fraternity, Alpha Delta Phi, has an enormous, century-old brick house just outside the Yardley campus. A huge wooden porch wraps around the house, filled with people dancing and laughing. And couples kissing. In the kitchen, guys chug beer. Tequila shots are going around the living room.
I have the beer that someone handed me even though I protested that I don't drink. But since I put the first one down earlier and got a second one shoved at me, I just keep carrying it.