One Desert Night. Maggie Cox

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       ONE NIGHT IN…

      Let Modern Romance whisk you away on the jet-set trip of a lifetime!

      From the heat of the desert

       to the cosmopolitan flair of Madrid,

       from sultry Brazil to opulent London,

       seduction is a language that knows no bounds!

       Real heroes know that sometimes

       actions speak louder than words…

      Meet the lucky heroines who discover this first-hand

       in these dramatic stories of one night of incredible

       passion, and wherever it leads…

       One Night In… A night with these men is never enough!

       ‘What did you think you were doing trying to make a fool of me like that?’

      ‘What do you mean?’

      His face was suddenly bare inches from hers, and the sensation of her blood roaring in her ears blotted out any others.

      ‘Why should the tale of that cursed legend even be amongst your notes when I already told you I will have none of it?’

      Before Gina had a chance to answer him, his mouth claimed hers.

       About the Author

      The day MAGGIE COX saw the film version of Wuthering Heights, with a beautiful Merle Oberon and a very handsome Laurence Olivier, was the day she became hooked on romance. From that day onwards she spent a lot of time dreaming up her own romances, secretly hoping that one day she might become published and get paid for doing what she loved most! Now that her dream is being realised, she wakes up every morning and counts her blessings. She is married to a gorgeous man, and is the mother of two wonderful sons. Her two other great passions in life—besides her family and reading/writing—are music and films.

      ONE DESERT

      NIGHT

      MAGGIE COX

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      To Ruth, who has the soul of a poet

      and a heart made of love.

      CHAPTER ONE

       ‘Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?’

       The kingdom of Kabuyadir…

      THE sound of crying came to Zahir on the wind. At first he thought he’d imagined it. But when he stepped out onto the balcony overlooking the mosaic-tiled courtyard he heard it again. The sound distracted him from the decision he’d already made to leave the party he was in no mood to attend and go home. He’d gone upstairs to his friend Amir’s salon, to steal a few moments to himself away from the mundane chitchat he found it hard to respond to, and very soon he would seek out his host and make his apologies for quitting the party early. In light of what was going on at home, Amir would understand completely.

      But now he found himself stepping out into the courtyard, easily bypassing the interested glances that sought to detain him by adopting a detached air that he knew not even the most courageous would disregard. Instead he embraced the kiss of the warm spiced air that stirred his senses as it never failed to do and glanced round him—for what? He hardly knew. Was it a child he’d heard? Or perhaps some small wounded animal? Or was the gentle sobbing simply an imaginary product of a tired mind and heavy heart?

      The sound of splashing water pouring in a crystalline flow from the mouth of a mermaid into the magnificent shell-like fountain—an impressive centrepiece in the marble-paved courtyard—dulled his hearing for a moment. The only other noise carried on the soft night air was the steady high-pitched drone of cicadas.

      Out of the corner of his eye Zahir spied a flash of pink. Narrowing his gaze, he stared hard into a dimmed corner, where there was a stone seat almost shrouded by the shiny dark leaves of a voluptuous jasmine plant. A pair of exceedingly pretty bare feet poked out. Intrigued, he moved forward.

      ‘Who is there?’

      He kept his voice low and unthreatening. Nevertheless it carried its usual air of authority. A sniffle, a soft intake of breath, and a long slim arm reached out to brush away some of the protective foliage that more or less kept the stone seat totally secluded. Zahir sucked in a breath.

      ‘It’s me…Gina Collins.’

      The sweet-voiced announcement was followed by the sight of the most bewitching blue eyes he had ever seen. They all but equalled the light of the moon with their luminous crystal intensity.

      ‘Gina Collins?’ The name hardly computed in Zahir’s brain. But the appearance of the fair-haired beauty that emerged from her hiding place to stand before him in an ankle-length pink dress with her feet tantalisingly bare could not fail to deeply stir him.

      She was a vision of loveliness that no man would soon forget. No wonder she hid out here, away from view! Was there a red-blooded male living who wouldn’t be tempted by such a vision?

      Sniffing again, she stoically wiped away the damp smudges beneath her eyes with the back of her hand.

      ‘I am none the wiser about who you are,’ Zahir commented wryly, raising a brow.

      ‘I’m—I’m sorry. I’m Professor Moyle’s assistant. We came here to catalogue and study Mrs Hussein’s books on antiques and ancient artefacts.’

      Zahir vaguely remembered the wife of his friend

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