Christmas Bride for the Sheikh

  His midwife under the mistletoe

  This Christmas, midwife Flo is determined to avoid all mistletoe! Though she’s a secret romantic, she’s fed up with only kissing frogs. Until she meets notorious sheikh prince Hazin al-Razim and is enticed into the most sizzling night of her life...

  Hazin hides a wealth of pain behind his playboy facade, and beautiful Flo is the first person to warm his frozen heart. So, when she’s hired to deliver his brother’s Christmas Eve baby, it’s Hazin’s chance to claim his own Christmas miracle—Flo as his bride!

  Ruthless Royal Sheikhs

  Two royal brothers—bound by duty, but driven by desire!

  A born leader and a playboy prince... But nothing is more important to Ilyas and Hazin al-Razim than honoring their royal birthright!

  Until their searing passion for two beautiful and fiery women challenges everything they’ve ever known—and these sheikhs won’t rest until they’ve claimed them!

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  Dear Reader,

  I’ve been unfaithful!

  Sheikh prince Hazin al-Razim was born the requisite spare, and I have to confess I fell more than a little in love with him while writing his brother Ilyas’s story.

  The crown prince has the running of the country on his mind, whereas the next in line, Hazin, runs wild and apologizes to no one.

  He has his reasons, though, and they made me tear up several times while writing his story.

  It was clear to me that this bad-boy hero needed a very special heroine to tame him.

  Possibly someone who runs a little wild herself.

  Well, along came Flo, a gorgeous midwife who attracts all the wrong sorts and has sworn off men. She was doing very well with that pledge until the night she met Hazin!

  I don’t blame her a bit. :)

  Happy reading,

  Carol

  CHRISTMAS BRIDE FOR THE SHEIKH

  Carol Marinelli

  Books by Carol Marinelli

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  Their One Night Baby

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  Their Secret Royal Baby

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  Bound by the Sultan’s Baby

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  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  EPILOGUE

  EXCERPT FROM HER KNIGHT UNDER THE MISTLETOE BY ANNIE O'NEIL

  CHAPTER ONE

  I PROMISE I’LL be good.

  Florence Andrews lay on her side beneath the sheets, with a heavy male arm pinning her, and promised that if the powers that be could possibly reverse the mistakes made last night then she would be good for the rest of her life.

  ‘Morning,’ he said sleepily, and she felt the morning swell of him on the back of her thigh. It was so insistent he might just as well have been prodding her to get up.

  She said nothing, deciding it was far safer to feign sleep.

  Flo was all too used to getting it wrong with men.

  Petite, with blonde hair and china-blue eyes, Flo had found that she attracted a rather specific type of male—ones whose names began with a B and ended with a D.

  Bad.

  Bastard.

  Either would fool her.

  The last man she had dated had practically had to come with written references before she’d even agreed to go out with him, yet he had turned out to be just like the rest.

  A louse.

  In fact, even thinking of him had Flo screwing her eyes more tightly closed in shame.

  She’d sworn off men, so it had been an awfully long time since she’d gone out with anyone.

  Not that she and Hazin had ever been out. It hadn’t even been a date.

  She opened her eyes and the view of a cold, grey London in autumn was as stunning as it had been last night. Big Ben let her know it was just after eight and from the dizzy height of the presidential suite it looked like a black and white photo, except for the rain hitting the vast windows.

  Flo knew she had outdone herself in the rake stakes this time.

  Sheikh Prince Hazin al-Razim of Zayrinia came with warnings attached rather than references.

  She knew his title, not because he had told her but because of her friend.

  Well, she had actually known of him before Maggie had got mixed up with his brother. Scandalous photos of Hazin were plastered over the Internet. His handsome face and naked body—with a generous black rectangle covering the necessary—appeared from time to time in the trashy magazines that the mothers read on the maternity ward where she was a midwife.

  They would sometimes even giggle with Flo about him.

  His reputation was appalling. Hazin was completely irredeemable; in fact, he was bad to the bone.

  Yet he was adored by all.

  And last night he had been, without a shadow of doubt, the best lover of her life.

  Hazin had either fainted from a lack of blood to the head or he was asleep again, because the arm that had been pulling her back was loose now on her stomach and his breathing was even.

  It gave her a pause.

  How long the peace would last, she could not be sure.

  Did she tell him she knew who he was and explain how their seemingly chance meeting had come about?

  Would there even be conversation, given all they had between them was sex?

  How the hell had she got into this mess? Flo wondered as she lay there. She was supposed to have been helping out her friend!

  * * *

  Flo had no intention of going out this evening. Maggie had texted and asked if Flo could stop by at the café where Maggie worked. Her friend had brought a souv
enir home from her backpacking trip around the world—she was six months pregnant.

  By Crown Prince Sheikh Ilyas of Zayrinia!

  ‘I have to tell him.’ Maggie said as they lunched. ‘But I don’t know how to.’

  Privately, Flo wasn’t too sure that Maggie did have to tell the father.

  Oh, she was all for parental responsibility, but her friend was her main concern and she was pregnant by a future King, no less!

  The baby was due just after Christmas. But as well as that, Maggie had recently found out she was having a little boy, and Flo was concerned how that might impact the situation.

  Still, it wasn’t for Flo to decide and so she told Maggie what she knew.

  ‘His brother will be at Dion’s tonight.’

  ‘How do you know?’

  ‘Because he gets kicked out of there every Friday. Hazin is the reason they’re so popular now!’

  Flo knew all about where the rich and beautiful gathered.

  Dion’s was a bar set within a very plush hotel. It had once been a sedate place to gather for pre-theatre drinks and dinner.

  It was old-fashioned and had become oddly trendy, a sort of retro fifties-style bar that people now lined up to get into.

  ‘You could go there tonight and tell Hazin that you need to speak with his brother.’

  ‘Just walk in and tap him on the shoulder?’ Maggie rolled her eyes.

  ‘Get talking.’ Flo shrugged. ‘Flirt a little...’

  ‘I’m nearly six months pregnant by his brother!’

  ‘Oh, yes, I see your point.’

  ‘And I doubt Hazin would be particularly pleased to see me. I caused an awful lot of trouble for him. No doubt he thinks I was involved in the plan to set him up.’

  Maggie had been unwittingly used in a plan to stitch up Hazin and bribe the Palace. She had ended up in Hazin’s cabin aboard his Royal yacht where a camera had been hidden overhead.

  But whoever had assumed that Maggie would drop her bikini bottom for Hazin had not known her.

  Maggie and Hazin had done nothing but have a conversation.

  Not that the Palace had known that at the time. Ilyas had kidnapped Maggie to find out what had happened aboard the yacht.

  Yes, kidnapped, Flo reminded her friend. ‘Which, in my opinion, means you’re under no obligation to tell him.’

  ‘I want to, though.’ Maggie said. ‘Flo, I know I’ve given you an awful impression of Ilyas but he really was wonderful to me.’

  He must have been, Flo conceded, because Maggie trusted so few people.

  Flo thought for a moment. She didn’t want to go to Dion’s, it was where she had met her ex and he still drank there on occasion.

  Maggie didn’t know about that; she’d had enough troubles of her own since she’d returned from Zayrinia, without Flo piling on hers.

  That wasn’t the full reason, though. Maggie and Flo were close and usually she would have told her, but the break-up that had happened last Christmas, when Maggie had been away, had hurt Flo deeply.

  And Flo was still terribly ashamed.

  No, she did not want to go to Dion’s tonight.

  In fact, Flo hadn’t really had a night out since last Christmas.

  Maggie’s baby was due a week after this one.

  She looked at her friend, who had no family and was pregnant and scared, and Flo put on her smile.

  She was very good at doing that and keeping her thoughts to herself. ‘I could always come with you to Dion’s after my shift,’ Flo offered.

  And so it had been arranged.

  * * *

  ‘I have to go.’ Flo glanced at the time. ‘I’m going to be late.’

  She was often late, though not usually for work. It tended to be the other way round—she would stay on at work and arrive late for her life.

  Men didn’t seem to like that, Flo had worked out.

  At least, not the ones she was used to.

  Flo’s shift had been a good one.

  She was a midwife on the maternity unit at the Primary Hospital in London. It was a busy, modern hospital but, as much as Flo loved it, sometimes she yearned for more one-on-one time.

  She had been rostered to work in Delivery but had instead been moved to the ward. There she had caught up with a mother she had cared for in the delivery unit the previous day. It had been a difficult birth and had ended in an emergency Caesarean.

  Tonight, at the end of her shift, Flo had held the outcome in her arms.

  Rose.

  ‘She looks like one.’ Flo had smiled, for Rose was delicate and pink and utterly oblivious to the terrible scare she had given everyone.

  ‘Thanks for all you did, Flo,’ Claire, the mother, had said.

  Flo had smiled as she’d looked down at the tiny baby. Very rapid decisions had needed to be made and the petite, fun-loving Flo had snapped into action and become extremely vocal.

  In her private life she did not stand up enough for herself, but at work, when looking out for the mothers and babies, she was very different indeed.

  Her job was exhausting.

  Quite simply, it was always so busy and it was a constant juggling act to give enough attention to the mothers.

  Tonight, though, she had a moment.

  Several of them.

  At twenty-nine, and with her ovaries loudly ticking, Flo would have loved a baby of her own. Still, she got more than a regular fix of that delicious newborn scent each working day. ‘Your beautiful daughter has reminded me exactly why I love my job,’ Flo said.

  She popped the sleeping baby back into her Perspex crib and then reset Claire’s IV.

  ‘Are you on tomorrow?’ Claire asked.

  ‘No, but I’m back on Monday. You should be about ready for discharge then but I shall do my best to come in and see you both.’

  She looked again at little Rose, so peaceful and safe, and then Flo turned at a knock on the door and saw it was her senior.

  ‘Flo, it’s time to give your handover.’

  It was just after nine, and for the first time in a very long time it seemed that Flo might just get away on time.

  She did.

  Flo raced back to her flat and had a very quick shower. She was used to getting ready quickly to go out.

  Or she had been.

  Not all men were bad, Flo knew that.

  She saw evidence every day that good guys existed. Her parents had just celebrated their thirtieth wedding anniversary and her brothers and sisters were all happily married. At work, she regularly saw fathers support their partners and she worked with an amazing team.

  Yes, she knew there were good guys, but she had met the other kind too.

  Flo grabbed a sheer, grey dress and high-heeled shoes and then quickly set to work on her hair and make-up.

  She put her hair up and quickly did her eyes, followed by a slick of neutral colour on her lips. She was about to add earrings when her hands paused over her jewellery tray.

  It was a testimony to her disastrous love life. Flo knew she had been too easily appeased by bling.

  She had thought the more expensive the gift, the deeper the commitment.

  Flo knew now she could not have been more wrong.

  And so she left the earrings off and raced for the underground, firing Maggie a quick text on the way.

  Ten minutes

  It would be more like twenty, Flo knew, but she also knew Maggie would be terribly nervous and looking for an excuse to walk away.

  Flo was more than a little concerned at the predicament her friend was in. Maggie had been raised in foster and care homes and had no family to advise her. As a midwife, Flo was well versed on single mothers who were facing difficulties alone. She wasn’t exactly tra
ined, though, in advising women who were pregnant by a future King.

  Goodness!

  She hurried up the escalator, came out of the underground and arrived out on the street a little breathless.

  Even from that distance she could see the queue and wondered if there was even a hope of them getting in. She knew just how exclusive it was.

  ‘Flo!’

  Marcus, the doorman, called her name and Flo flashed her winning smile as she walked over, thrilled to be remembered. ‘I’m just waiting for my friend to arrive.’

  ‘Well, you could both be waiting for a very long time if you don’t come in now,’ Marcus told her. ‘I’m being moved to security inside in a moment so there will be someone else on the door.’

  Flo wavered and looked down the street, but there was no sign of Maggie.

  ‘You can leave your friend’s name at the front desk,’ he suggested.

  To the moans of the queue, the velvet rope was lifted and Flo was allowed in.

  ‘You have to hand in your phone,’ Marcus warned. ‘So maybe text her now.’

  ‘Why do I have to hand in my phone?’

  ‘Orders from the top.’

  Ah, so Hazin must be here.

  His bad-boy ways had been captured on camera one too many times, Flo guessed, and the management would not want to upset him. She fired Maggie a quick text to meet inside, left her name at the desk and then made her way in.

  Dion’s was very beautiful. There were intimate velvet booths for diners, a gleaming walnut bar, and occasional tables where patrons could sip their cocktails and beverages of choice.

  The place was packed with endless, rich beauty, and though it had once excited her, now it left Flo rather cold.

  She had been caught up a little in this world once and, having been a lot more innocent back then, she’d believed that men had actually wanted to get to know her!

  Instead, they had wanted her to hang quietly on their arm and not ask too many questions.

  Yes, she’d been hurt.

  Badly so.

  But she pushed it to the back of her mind and squeezed her way over to the bar.

  A couple looked as if they were about to vacate a table and Flo debated whether to grab it or to go and order first.

 
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