The Sheik and the Bought Bride
When Victoria McCallan woke to find five armed and burly palace guards standing around her bed, she had a feeling this might not turn out to be her best day.
She was more curious than concerned about the intrusion, mostly because she hadn't done anything wrong. Well, unless she counted the extra brownie she'd had at lunch, not that anyone but her would care about her skirts getting tighter. So this had to be a mistake.
Careful to keep the sheet pulled to her shoulders, she sat up and turned on the lamp on the nightstand, then blinked in the sudden brightness.
Yup, burly guards, in uniform. She frowned as she noticed their hands seemed to be hovering by their side arms. That couldn't be good.
She cleared her throat and looked at the guy with the most ribbons on his jacket. "Are you sure you have the right room?" she asked.
"Victoria McCallan?"
Damn. Curiosity and concern flowed away, leaving a good dose of fear in their place.
Not that she would let the guards know. She'd always been good at acting as if everything was perfect, even as her world crumbled around her.
She raised her chin and did her best to speak without l ... read full excerpt from: The Sheik and the Bought Bride ebook
