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      Determined to Protect, Forbidden to Love

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      Protecting the Princess by Carla Cassidy

      Sleeping with the Sheikh

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      The Sheikh’s Bidding by Kristi Gold

      Delaney’s Desert Sheikh by Brenda Jackson

      Desert Warrior by Nalini Singh

       Bedded by a desert prince…

      SLEEPING WITH

      THE SHEIKH

      Three smouldering heroes from three

      sensual, intense writers

      SLEEPING WITH THE SHEIKH

      KRISTI GOLD

      BRENDA JACKSON

      NALINI SINGH

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THE SHEIKH’S BIDDING

      Kristi Gold has always believed that love has remarkable healing powers and greatly enjoys writing books featuring romance and commitment. As a bestselling author and Romance Writers of America RITA® Award finalist, she’s learned that although accolades are wonderful, the most cherished rewards come from the most unexpected places, namely from stories shared by readers. She welcomes all readers to contact her through her website at http://kristigold.com or by mail at PO Box 11292, Robinson, TX 76716, USA.

      To Sandy R for her expertise and her heart of gold.

      And to those who go beyond tolerance

      and embrace acceptance, acknowledging

      that true love knows no cultural boundaries.

      Chapter One

      “Now, who’s going to bid first on this fine little lady?”

      Andrea Hamilton shifted nervously on the platform situated in the middle of Winwood Farm’s impressive arena, wearing the only dress she owned and a self-conscious smile. Resentful of being called “a fine little lady,” she reminded herself that the benefit auction was for a good cause, the reason why she had agreed to donate two months’ worth of horse-training services. In turn, she was throwing herself onto the block at the risk of being passed over for someone with more experience.

      “Come on, ladies and gentlemen,” the auctioneer pleaded. “Give her a chance. She’s good.”

      “At what?” a stumbling drunk in a disheveled tuxedo called from the corner.

      Andi shot him a scathing look that he didn’t seem to heed, evident from his sickening leer. Now nearing the end of the event, the remaining patrons continued to mill around, paying little attention when the auctioneer called her name again. What if no one even bothered to offer the minimum?

      “Five hundred dollars,” the drunk called out.

      So much for that theory.

      “Fifty thousand dollars.”

      The murmuring crowd was suddenly silenced at the sound of the booming voice delivering the astronomical bid from the back of the arena. Andi froze with her mouth agape, unable to fathom who would make such an offer.

      “Fifty-thousand. Going once, going twice! Sold to the gentleman near the door!”

      Andi craned her neck to try to see the mystery bidder, but because of her small stature, she only caught a glimpse of the back of a man in traditional Arab dress leaving the building. Royalty, she assumed. Not at all uncommon in racing circles.

      Perhaps he had more money than sense. Or it could be that he had questionable intentions. She certainly hoped he understood that he was buying only her training expertise. If he counted on another kind of assistance, he would be sorely disappointed. She had no intention of letting him near her, even if he’d offered fifty million dollars.

      With a muttered thank-you directed at the auctioneer, Andi sprinted down the steps as fast as the silly high heels would let her, passed her drink off to a roving waiter and shoved her way through the crowd to the exit at the side of the building. She escaped into the warm Kentucky night, grateful to leave behind the well-heeled racing society, not to mention the drunk. Now she could be on her way home and worry about the phantom bidder tomorrow.

      Once she made it to the walkway leading to the front parking lot, an imposing dark-skinned man wearing an equally dark suit blocked her path.

      “Miss Hamilton, the sheikh would like to speak with you.”

      “Excuse me?”

      “He is the one who bought your services and he wishes to have a word with you.” The man gestured toward a black limousine that spanned a good deal of the nearby curb.

      No way, no how, would Andi get into a limo with a stranger even if he was some prince who’d invested a great deal of money to benefit a children’s clinic. She rummaged through her purse and pulled out her card. “Here. Have him call me on Monday. We can discuss the terms then.”

      “He insists that he see you tonight.”

      Andi’s patience scattered in the breeze. “Look, mister, I insist I’m not interested in doing that right now. Please tell your boss that I appreciate the gesture and I look forward to meeting him soon.” Very far from the truth.

      The man looked totally composed, unmovable. “He said that if you give me trouble, I am to present a question.”

      How weird was this going to get? “What question?”

      He averted his gaze for a moment, the only hint of discomfort in his staid expression. “He asks do you still hang your dreams on the stars?”

      Andi’s heart vaulted into her throat and rapidly fluttered in a frightening rhythm. Haunting memories whirled her back to a time seven years before. Memories of lying in a field of grass beneath a predawn sky, alone, immersed in tears until he had come to her. Memories of a sensual awakening that had begun with tragedy and ended with bittersweet bliss. One special


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