The Playboy Sheikh's Virgin Stable-Girl
There was no reason why a scorpion shouldn't be lying dead on the ground—but not when Eleni had only just swept the yard. She stared down at its curved black shape and a certainty which defied logic whispered its way in a cold chill over her skin. It was an omen, surely. An evil portent—coming moments before her father's mysterious guest arrived. She swallowed. For wasn't desert legend full of signs as ominous as this?
'Eleni!'
Her father's shout echoed through the hot, still air and Eleni tensed as she tried to work out what kind of mood he was in. At least the tone was steady, which meant that he was sober, but it was impatient, too and her heart sank— for that could mean only one thing. That he was eager to begin his game of cards—and that his fellow players were growing impatient. Loud, laughing men who were stupid enough to gamble away everything they had worked for.
'Eleni!' The voice had now become a roar. 'Where in the desert's name are you?'
'I am here, Papa!' she said, quickly kicking the scorpion to a dusty grave in a small pile of sand outside the stables and then hurrying towards the house, where Ga ... read full excerpt from: The Playboy Sheikh's Virgin Stable-Girl ebook
