Series

The Sheikh Tycoons miniseries, part of Harlequin Presents (a Harlequin series)

Description

For Sheikh Salim al Taj, it’s strictly business. But one night with his employee Grace Hunter and his focus is changed—now he wants her exclusively!

When Salim ends their passionate affair, he can’t believe it when Grace walks out on her job, apparently taking company secrets with her. He resolves to bring his runaway rebellious mistress to heel—slowly, pleasurably and mercilessly....

Extended Copyright Information

Copyright © 2008 by Sandra Marton.

All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means, now known or hereafter invented, including xerography, photocopying and recording, or in any information storage or retrieval system, is forbidden without the written permission of the publisher, Harlequin Enterprises Limited, 225 Duncan Mill Road, Don Mills, Ontario, Canada M3B 3K9.

Published in December 2008 by Harlequin Enterprises Ltd. and DailyLit.

All characters, places and incidents in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, events or locations is entirely coincidental.

About the Author

Sandra Marton wrote her first novel while she was still in elementary school. Her doting parents told her she'd be a writer someday and Sandra believed them. In high school and college, she wrote dark poetry nobody but her boyfriend understood, though looking back, she suspects he was just being kind. As a wife and mother, she wrote murky short stories in what little spare time she could manage, but not even her boyfriend-turned-husband could pretend to understand those. Sandra tried her hand at other things, among them teaching and serving on the Board of Education in her hometown, but the dream of becoming a writer was always in her heart.

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Opening Lines (Experimental)

IT WAS the sort of December afternoon that touched Fifth Avenue with magic.
Dusk had not yet fallen but the streetlights had already blinked on, gilding the fat snowdrops that fell lazily from the sky. Windows glowed with honeyed warmth from the multimillion dollar condos that filled the high-rise ...

Copyright

Copyright 2008 by Sandra Marton.

All Rights Reserved.