It's nearly here! My 65th book for Harlequin Mills and Boon will be published on 1st February and I couldn't be more excited.
Here's our first sight of Sheikh Ibrahim al Ansari ...
Bram Ansari had answered the phone without looking up from a document that had just arrived by courier. ‘Hamad… I was about to call you.’
‘Then you’ve received the summons to Father’s birthday .’
‘It arrived ten minutes ago. I imagine I have you to thank for that.’
‘No. It’s his wish. He’s sick, Bram. It’s a significant birthday. You need to be home.’
His brother did not sound particularly happy at the prospect.
‘I doubt everyone thinks that.’
‘The old man has negotiated a secret deal with the Khadri family.’
‘A deal?’ Bram frowned. ‘What kind of deal?’ The last time he’d seen Ahmed Khadri the man had threatened to cut his throat if he ever stepped foot in Umm al Basr. ‘Tell me.’
As his brother explained the secret deal his father had negotiated to enable Bram to return home the colour leached out of the day until the sky, the sea, the flowers overflowing the tower turned grey.
‘I’m sorry, Bram, but at least you’re prepared. If Bibi hadn’t managed to smuggle a note to her sister you would have been presented with a .’
‘You think I can go through with this?’
‘It’s the price that must be paid.’
‘But I won’t be the one paying it!’ He took a breath. ‘How is your family?’ he asked, cutting Hamad short when he would have argued. ‘The new baby?’
‘, all my precious girls are thriving. Safia sends her fondest wishes and thanks for the gifts.’ He hesitated. ‘She said to say that you are always in her prayers.’
Bram ended the call then swept the invitation from the table in impotent fury. The longed-for chance to kneel at his father’s feet and beg his forgiveness had come attached to a tangle of string that would take more than prayers to unravel. It would need a miracle.
The phone beeped, warning him that he had a missed call. He glanced at the screen and ignored it. His aide was spending a long weekend with friends in the Alps and the last thing he needed right now was a joyous description of the snow conditions.
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