AUTHOR: Lynda Coker
About The Book:
VICTORIA BALLARD is a New York financial executive who considers men to be an unnecessary annoyance. With her career on track, she focuses on the adoption of four beautiful orphans, a crowning completion to her predesigned life-plan. However, life is a nasty trickster, and it’s about to spring one on her in the person of PRINCE RASHID DAVAR.
PRINCE RASHID DAVAR completed a marriage contract with Victoria’s father that is sure to teach him an unexpected lesson—A woman of the West is more easily married than controlled. Victoria may be his wife, but it will take a kidnapping, a battle of wills, and some desert heat of his own before he can claim her love.
All at once, the amber flecks flared with blazing
intensity as his gaze sank into the depth of her
unguarded eyes. He breached her most shielded and
intimate places without mercy or repentance. Like a
specimen laid bare for inspection, she was helpless
to prevent his appraisal.
He leaned his upper body toward her, abruptly
freeing her from his entrapping gaze. The moist heat
of his breath caressed her cheek. His voice, smooth
as black velvet, stroked her ear.
“An angry woman...is one who begs for a man’s
The need for escape flashed like lightning across
the synapses of her brain. This time, she yanked her
arm back with more force. Unrelenting fingers
refused her release.
“Let go of my arm. Please.” The pleading tremor
in her voice angered her beyond bearing. How dare
he do this to her?
His smile sent shivers down her spine. It
mocked her and sent a clear message. He was the
one in control and there was little, or nothing, she
“We have not concluded our introductions. I
desire you to stay a little longer.”
Victoria spun her head toward her father. Was
he going to do nothing? The shocked expression in
his eyes mirrored hers. He remained speechless. She
would have to deal with this insane person herself.
She squinted through tightened eyelids, giving the
lunatic a frozen stare as she searched for a withering
“Mr. Davar, are you completely demented? Who
do you think you are?”
He smiled as if she’d just handed him the keys
to the kingdom.
“At the moment, I’m simply a man attempting to
repair a momentary lapse in good manners.”
“Well, I don’t require an apology.”
“I think you are mistaken. You are obviously a
woman who requires a great deal.”
His calm reply made her want to scream. From
somewhere in her childhood memories leapt a
sudden urge to hair pulling. If he kept this up she
might just be reduced to the playground tactic. Then
a more sickening reality dawned. To affect a
dignified retreat, she would have to pacify him.
“Fine, I accept any and all of your apology. Now,
I have an appointment and I don’t wish to be late.”
Rashid’s hand loosened its grip. His fingers
uncoiled, one at a time, until she was finally free of
him. She repressed the urge to flee and took two
dignified steps backward.
The hateful hand, which impeded her
movements just moments earlier, reached in her
“There is a slight redness on your arm. I have
imprinted my touch on your skin. If I hurt you, I
most humbly beg your pardon.”
To be honest, he hadn’t hurt her at all.
Although, the idea of him begging was one she could
warm up to. Not dignifying this apology with an
acceptance, she turned and walked away. Exiting
her father’s office, she stalked across the reception
area and entered her own, slamming the door behind