The Sheik’s Captured Princess (The Samara Royal Family Series Book 4) Read Online Free PDF Page A

their names.  Her mere presence was lightening the atmosphere.  Even the men she didn’t know, the ones from Drakar, she treated with a kindness that was unexpected.  As the men passed through to the buffet, this lovely creature greeted each person, treated them as if they were now her special friend.  And each of the men melted under her soft words. 
    Jurar knew that Sheik Ramzi was about to introduce him to this lovely woman and, as they approached, Jurar felt an almost predatory sensation creep up inside of him.  Predatory and…possessive.  It was almost as if...as if he was somehow claiming this woman as his own even thought he’d never met her, never even seen her before. 
    Ciala felt the man’s presence even before she saw him.  She’d been told earlier today that the negotiations with Drakar were not going well.  She’d arranged for the luncheon and was doing her best to ease everyone’s mood, but it was extremely difficult with this strange sensation coming over her.  It felt like…almost as if someone was watching her.  As if that someone was about to pounce.  It both terrified her and thrilled her on an elemental level that she didn’t understand. 
    And then she turned to greet her oldest brother.  Right next to Ramzi…the man…the one from the jail…the one that had…he was here! 
    Dear heaven, the man from yesterday, the man who had choked her to the point that she’d passed out, the man who had pressed his hand against her breast, was now standing right in front of her, looking down at her with a curious expression…could he…did he not recognize her? 
    Automatically, Ciala lifted her hand to make sure that the pale, blue scarf she’d tied around her neck to cover the bruises from yesterday’s altercation was still in place.  Thankfully, it was her left hand that had been sliced by the glass yesterday afternoon so, when the man’s hand extended, she was able to offer her right, uninjured hand. 
    She couldn’t quite look up at him.  The man was tall, possibly even a bit taller than her brothers.  And she already knew that he had too many muscles underneath that suit and crisp, white shirt. 
    “This is one of my sisters, Princess Ciala Samara.  Ciala, Sheik Jurar al Tinora of Drakar.”
    Still, her lashes were long against her soft skin, hiding something from him.  When she lifted her hand to touch her earring, he noticed how tiny and delicate her hands were.  He was fascinated by this woman. 
    Jurar took the woman’s hand in his, noting the trembling but still trying to figure out where he’d met her before.  “Have we met somewhere?” he asked, not releasing her hand.  He enjoyed the soft, delicate texture as much as he wanted this woman’s eyes to look up at him.  Those long, dark lashes were hiding her eyes and he wanted a glimpse. 
    “I don’t believe we have ever been formally introduced,” she said softly, her free hand twisting her earring and then moving back down nervously.  “But perhaps our paths have crossed in a less formal environment.” 
    “Well, it is a pleasure to finally meet you, Princess Ciala.  I’ve heard wonderful things about you.”  It was a lie, he thought. He’d heard of Ramzi as well as his brothers, but he’d actually only vaguely knew about Princess Ciala and her sister, the Princess Shantra.  Both of these women weren’t in the public’s eye enough for the world to know a great deal about them.  They were young as well.  He knew that neither of them were married and, for some reason, that knowledge made him feel significantly better.  He didn’t care so much about the Princess Shantra, but Ciala…yeah.  He liked this princess.  And he couldn’t seem to tamp down that predatory instinct where this woman was concerned.
    “I would be honored to escort you in to lunch, Princess Ciala.”
    Ciala knew that etiquette required her to escort, or more accurately because of this man’s title, be escorted, into the