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

dining room by the guest of honor.  But to hell with etiquette, she thought.  This was one of those times when her flight instinct was kicking in.  She simply couldn’t allow this man to recognize her. 
    “I am flattered, Your Highness, but this meal is for you and your staff.  I was going to…”  Her finger twitched against her earring again. 
    “Nonsense,” Ramzi interrupted.  “You set this all up.  Let’s go have something to eat.” 
    And that was the end of her ability to argue and escape, she thought while she shot daggers into her oldest brother’s back.  Even Rais and Turk were looking at her strangely as they moved into the dining room, grabbing plates and piling food on.  Her brothers were never shy about eating, she knew.  They were large men with enormous appetites. 
    Ciala pretended to look over the crowd but in reality, her eyes were drawn to that man.  The tall, ferocious looking man.  She couldn’t let him recognize her! 
    At that moment, the man looked down at her and that shocking awareness raced through her.  Her heart skipped a beat as the heat stole through her. 
    Her eyes dropped to his hands!  Those same hands that had choked her.  The hands that had reached out and touched her breasts! 
    Ciala felt that heat completely dissipate as a cold fear enveloped her body.  She felt as if she might be sick and even looked around, trying to decide the best and fastest way out of the dining room. 
    “I apologize, but would you excuse me for a moment?” she asked the man, but she stepped away from him before he could reply. 
    She stepped away, pretending to confer with the kitchen staff but even as she walked through the doors into the kitchen area, she felt numb with fear and horror. 
    What was she thinking?  That man had been horrible yesterday!  And if he ever realized where he’d seen her before today, he would go immediately to her brothers, letting them know that she’d not only been out of the palace, but that she’d been in danger!  She’d been in the middle of a gunfight! 
    She breathed heavily and closed her eyes.  Okay, think!  He hadn’t recognized her.  Not yet, anyway.  She’d worn a disguise during most of their interactions yesterday so maybe he wouldn’t ever connect the woman from the jail cell to the princess he’d just met. 
    She peered back through the doors at the man who was now talking with Ramzi and Turk.  He was startlingly tall, just like her brothers.  And he was incredibly strong, too agile for a man his size and intimidating beyond anything she’d ever experienced before. 
    Ciala paced back and forth in the kitchen area, unaware of the waiters and chefs looking at her strangely.  She was too focused on the fact that she’d just run into the one man she’d vowed to avoid for the rest of her life! 

Chapter 3
     
    Jurar barely listened to the conversation raging around him.  He was standing back, letting his chief negotiator handle this part of the conversation.  The man was doing an outstanding job and Jurar preferred giving talented people control of situations.  He wasn’t the kind of leader who micromanaged his agenda. 
    Besides, his mind was focused on the woman.  Princess Ciala…he knew he’d seen her somewhere but for the life of him, he couldn’t place where he could possibly have met her. 
    He went through all of the social events he’d been to over the recent years.  There had been too many to count, but he knew that she must have been at one of them. 
    His mind focused on her eyes, on the long lashes, flashing through all of the women he’d come into contact with.  Still nothing.  But he couldn’t get rid of that niggling sensation that he’d seen her somewhere. 
    He stopped trying to picture her features and focused only on those eyes.  They were incredible.  Where had he seen those eyes?  Perhaps in an ad campaign?  Had the lovely Ciala done some modeling in the past?  It was certainly