‘I now belong to you.’
He will finally claim his inheritance!
Four years after inheriting—and liberating—a concubine, powerful ruler Sayid is shocked to see the transformation of Lina. No longer shy and naive, she is a feisty, irresistible woman. And Sayid has never wanted anyone more! But, duty-bound to his country, Sayid can only commit to a brief affair. Will Lina accept his outrageous proposal of a week in the royal bed?Read an Excerpt
“Oh Annie West has done it again another great read. This book has the #BestKissOf2018 in it.” ~ Kristine, Goodreads
“No one writes a sheikh romance quite like Annie West! I adored this book! The main characters were very likeable and were so perfect for each other. The H was kind and generous to the h, which made him stand out for me. As for Lina, she was fabulous. Strong, determined and loyal… Fantastic book.” ~ Ishara, Goodreads
“Exotic and delightful!” ~Lynn B, Goodreads
“Nobody writes sheikh romance like Annie West. The heroine, Lina, captivated me right from the start. She is ready to sacrifice herself for the greater good—totally unaware of her worth. The hero, Sayid, is mesmerizing too. He has a kind heart locked away in his warrior body. Their chemistry is scorching hot. Definitely keeps you turning the pages.” ~ Diane S, Amazon
“Excellent romance with a few twists to keep the page turning. ~ Geraldine S, Goodreads
“What a fascinating and engaging read Ms. West has delivered in this book…the romance was full of heat and passion and had me liking that Sayid shows Lina how special it could be between a man and a woman; and the ending had me liking the hero’s determination to make things right with the heroine because she’s the one for him. ” ~ Bec, Harlequin Junkie
“Couldn’t put this book down. I needed to see if two smart people would succumb to their sexual desires. I was not disappointed. ~ Stephanie Z, Goodreads
“There is so much to like about this story. The chemistry between Lina and Sayid gets stronger the more they interact; the romance was wonderful and shows how good the heroine is for the hero; and the ending had me relishing that Lina wasn’t willing to settle for anything less than love and forever after. However, in saying that, I loved how the Sayid makes things right with Lina. His words are heartwarming and proved to Lina how much she’s come to mean to him.It’s a fascinating book on all levels: compelling, well written characters and a pinch of intrigue. Go grab this classic Annie West story!” ~ Lucy, Goodreads
“Have you ever wanted to transport yourself through space wanting to feel a part of the book your reading? Have you ever wanted to see the love develop between the characters in a romance book? Then I highly recommend you crack open a copy of Annie West’s latest Harlequin Presents, Inherited for the Royal Bed, because thanks to Ms. West exquisite writing style and way with words that’s what happens to the reader.” ~ Diana, Goodreads
“This story ticks all of the boxes for a fabulous romance, a story that had me turning the pages and loving this story, this is one that I highly recommend” ~ Helen, Goodreads
‘Who are you and what are you doing here?’
‘I’m Lina. I’m here to serve you,’ her gaze skittered away to fix on a point beyond him, ‘in any way you wish.’ She swallowed, the movement accentuating her long, slender throat and the beauty of her pale gold skin.
For a dazed second Sayid’s brain snared on the idea of nuzzling her fragrant flesh. He caught the velvety scent of roses on her skin and wondered how she’d taste.
The temptation was so alluring, he stepped back to be sure he didn’t act on it. She stiffened at his movement, revealing a tension she fought to hide.
‘Who sent you?’
‘My father’s brother. He sent me as a goodwill gift to the previous Emir.’
A goodwill gift! Sourness filled Sayid’s mouth. That was the sort of nation his uncle had ruled. Where a woman could be treated as a commodity. Old memories stirred, leaving a rancid taste on his tongue.
As the new Emir, he had a lot of work to bring the country into the current century.
‘The previous Emir is dead.’
Sayid had believed the women in his uncle’s harem had been sent away as the old man’s prostate illness worsened and he became impotent.
‘I know, S…sir. He died soon after my arrival and I never met him.’ Her eyes flickered to his, then away. ‘My condolences on your loss.’
‘Thank you.’ Sayid felt neither loss nor sorrow at his uncle’s death. The old man had been a poor steward for their country and personally deplorable, a mean, brutal voluptuary. ‘But with his death, you are free to go. You’re not required here.’
Huge, violet eyes met his. Was that fear he read there? ‘Oh, no. You misunderstand. That is,’ she swallowed, dropping her gaze to the floor as if afraid she’d said the wrong thing, ‘not misunderstand, of course.’
She shook her head and a lock of glossy, dark hair slid over her shoulder, curling past her breast all the way to her waist. For the life of him, Sayid couldn’t tear his gaze from it.
‘I can’t leave, sir. It’s all been arranged.’ She curved her lips in a tentative smile that didn’t show in her eyes. ‘With your uncle’s death I now belong to you.’