I couldn’t change our past. But I would be damned if I’d repeat it… There are some things a man doesn’t forget. And she was my lost memory. Holly. My curvy, honey-blonde, emerald-eyed American firecracker. Back then, fate had toyed with us. We met. We fell hard. We were torn apart. It was a stupid accident. And I should’ve told Holly everything about the car crash. However, my damn pride got in the way. Over time, I tried to forget her. Numb it all out. But then she walked into my interview room. I was determined never to lose her again. Especially when the stakes got upped… Double-fold. For all those years, Holly had kept a helluva secret. Twin girls. My girls. I was so sure that we’d make it this time. Despite my excessive “sheikh” lifestyle, I’d decided to give the family thing a chance… Until my past caught up with me. Now, no matter the cost, I won’t let anything happen to my girls…

I wasn’t looking for a queen; she found me. When birthed into imperialism, A future king’s life is fixed. One’s disposition revolves around tradition. Duty. Honor. Conviction. And providing an heir. Everything else is trivial. But I am not the man my kingdom expects me to be. I indulge in the fine things – The finest being beautiful women. But my pedigree selections bore me. If I am to marry, My queen will meet a much higher expectation. Not that I have any intention of giving up my bachelorhood... That was until a pretty little journalist showed up at my castle. Sarah Jones. The American blonde bombshell was a temptation too enticing to disregard. Passionate. Independent. Driven – She met my “kingly approval”… Multiple times. It seemed this king had found his queen, But like all fairy tales, Nothing comes without adversity…

She was the brightest jewel in my desert of riches. Nothing had changed. Cascading black hair. Bright Topaz eyes. White-porcelain skin… Her beauty was ageless. As a skeikh, I had my pick of lovers. Daily. But Myriah was different. And no longer a mere mirage of my past. She was there. In my present. I couldn’t resist tasting her again. Touching her. Re-exploring every crevice of her body… Until the words dropped out of her mouth. A secret she’d kept for three years. Triplets. All girls. My girls. Now, Myriah wants to maintain her independence. But if she thinks I’ll just shirk my daughters, My responsibilities, Including my desire for her, She’s in for a fierce awakening. What the sheikh wants, the sheikh always gets…

Raising a sheikh’s child in secret is dangerous—especially when he comes back for what’s his. When sexy sheikh Ziyad Abdul-Azir spots a beautiful teacher in a museum, he knows he must have her. Ziyad has never met a woman he couldn’t charm—until now. Penny Bright is no fool. She knows the handsome rogue is bad news from the start. But their sizzling desire sparks a flame in Penny—one that demands her submission. One that leaves her burned. Soon Penny has more to lose than ever. When Ziyad demands a second chance, can Penny let him in again? Or will their smoldering lust be extinguished for good? Note: Sheikh's Secret Child is 59k of passion between a powerful sheikh and a sexy teacher, with one exclusive 30k sheikh romance, Sharing a Sheikh's Bed!

Lights. Camera… Twins? The minute I saw her, I knew I would have her. It was as simple as that. The junior photographer had my greatest “asset” intrigued. That long cascade of rich-brown hair… That set of sky-blue eyes… Those curves in all the right places… My game of seduction had begun. Frannie lit a fire within me. And our night wrapped in silk sheets… Exploring each other’s most intimate places… Her camera clicking away… Hmm, she was my final American pleasure. I had no intention of seeing her again. I had other responsibilities. Back home in Beian. But then our paths crossed again. And this time, those sexy curves were different. Rounder. Fuller. Frannie was pregnant. And the math added up. I was the father. Now, Frannie doesn’t trust me. I don’t blame her. But, in my world, I have all the power. I get what I want. And what I want is her. Her destiny, our twin girls’ destinies, lies with me. And me alone. No matter the cost, Frannie will be my wife.