The Sheikh's Ransomed Bride
Chapter One
BELLE clasped her hands tight together and concentrated on not being scared.
her wish she wore something more than a swimsuit. The unforgiving rasp of iron around the
chafed skin of her wrists and ankles was bearable if she didn't move.
But she couldn't dispel the acrid taste of fear on her tongue. Or the brutal images of violence that
replayed in her mind.
Shivering, she looked down at Duncan. Her colleague was pale, but mercifully asleep on the
narrow pallet. She'd splinted his leg as best she could, and the bleeding had stopped. There
wasn't anything more she could do for him.
Except pray.
She'd done little else for thirty hours. Since their kidnappers had dumped them here: not merely
isolated in this ramshackle hut, but the only people on the whole blisteringly hot islet.
Yesterday she'd explored, scouring it for anything they could use to summon help or to escape.
She couldn't have missed anything. She'd had to crawl on her hands and knees since the heavy
shackles had kept tripping her up.
If she'd been able to walk properly she'd have cir ... read full excerpt from: The Sheikh's Ransomed Bride ebook
