Annie West

Emotion. Excitement. Passion.

USA Today Best Selling Author
"This is what a love story should be." - RT Book Reviews

Demanding His Desert Queen

Royal Brides For Desert Brothers Book 2

(Book 1 – Sheikh’s Royal Baby Revelation)

Duty bound at the altar…

Passionately reunited in his bed!

Desert prince Karim needs a bride to ensure his smooth ascension to the throne. Intelligent, captivating Queen Safiyah is the perfect choice, yet the pain of their broken engagement remains.

This time Karim’s demands are simple: a diplomatic agreement, nothing more, for their country’s sake. But Safiyah’s reunion with Karim, the man she was forbidden from loving, is anything but convenient! Duty may have brought them back together, but it’s their undeniable bond that will force them to confront a still-burning desire…

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“My plan was to read half of this book before bed and the other half the next night. That didn’t happen. I was so engrossed in this story that I stayed up late to finish the whole thing. … This story is about duty to country, forbidden love, and unknown passion. That makes for a great read. A must read Annie West novel. ” ~ Stephanie Z, GoodReads

“This story was an absolute delight to read. The story has passion, intensity, tension and emotion in spades. The combination of a marriage of convenience and a second chance for Karim and Safiyah was perfect and the chemistry between the two characters was explosive. I loved the strength Safiyah showed and her poise and quiet dignity made her the perfect match for Karim, who is totally swoon worthy. The ending was so well written, making all the roiling emotions in the lead up worthwhile. ” ~ Zeba, GoodReads


He cupped one hand around the back of her head, anchoring his fingers in that lush, silky hair.

No protest came. His other arm wrapped around her waist, tugging her close. He had a moment of heady anticipation as her soft form fell against him, her eyes growing huge and dark as pansies.

Then his mouth settled on hers and the years stripped away.


Safiyah clung tight, her fingers embedding in the hard biceps that held her to Karim’s powerful frame.

It was so unexpected she had no time to gather her thoughts. No time to do anything but bend before the force of sensations and emotions that made her sway like a sapling in a strong wind, her body arching back over his steely arm.

To her shame it wasn’t outrage that overwhelmed her. It was shocked delight.

Because she’d never been kissed like this.

Never felt like this.

Even in those heady days when Karim had courted her, for then he’d been considerate and careful not to push her into a compromising position. She’d been innocent and he’d respected that.

Even when she’d married she hadn’t felt like this.

Especially when she’d married. She’d felt no passion for Abbas. No desire. Except the desire to do her duty. And Abbas hadn’t expected anything from her other than acquiescence.

Which made the fire licking her veins unprecedented. Totally new.

Safiyah shivered, not with cold but with a roaring, instantaneous heat that ignited deep inside and showered through her like sparks from a bonfire, spreading incendiary trails to every part of her body.

This was passion.

This was desire.

It was like the yearning she’d once felt for Karim, multiplied a thousandfold. Like the difference between the heat of a match and the scorch of a lightning strike.

Her mouth opened, accommodating the plunging sweep of his tongue, relearning Karim’s darkly addictive taste. It was a flavour she’d made herself forget when she’d told herself to stop pining for the mirage of true love. When she’d given herself in a dutiful, arranged marriage.

Because to hold onto those broken dreams would only destroy her.

Now, with a force that shook her to the core, Safiyah felt them flood back, a deluge of sensation to a body starved of affection, much less delight.

Once Safiyah had yearned for Karim with all her virgin heart. Now time, experience and loss transformed her once-innocent desire into something fierce and elemental. Something utterly unstoppable.

Instead of submitting meekly, or turning away, Safiyah leaned into his hard frame. This felt as natural as smiling. As necessary as breathing.