Jalayla couldn’t believe the arrogance of the man! To actually order her around? How rude! But beneath the surface of her anger towards the handsome prince, there was a simmering heat, an uninvited fascination with the man that she couldn’t seem to fight. Every time he touched her, every time he even looked at her, she felt that strange sensation. Tasir wanted to fire her at first sight. She argued with him about everything and challenged him in ways that no other woman dared. So why did he want to pick the woman up and make love to her? Initially, he didn’t know that the lovely woman with fiery eyes and a sensuous figure was the one and only Princess Jalayla. And was determined that he would have her for his own. So what’s a man to do when he finds out that the woman of his dreams is promised to marry another man?

Ciara shivered when she felt his eyes upon her. She trembled when she looked upon him as well. When they found themselves in the woods, alone and tempted, she fought the feeling…but it was pointless. The allure of the man was just too strong. So she was going to ride the wave of passion this captivating man offered, and ignore the consequences until she had to go back to her own world. Zoran couldn’t believe the beauty that he found in the woods. Normally, his one-week respite from his official responsibilities as Prince of Larcatia was a time of isolation and contemplation. Now his only contemplation was how to get to know the lovely wood nymph better. And isolation was the furthest thing from his mind. So when their time together was over, it was shocking to find out that they were actually both royalty in neighboring countries! And even more unbelievable, that they were both obligated to marry someone else! To hell with royal obligations! Zoran would make Ciara his wife.

Their story began five years ago. Callie fell madly, crazily in love with Zahir. But the war in his country was raging and nurturing their relationship was tenuous at best. When Callie was captured, the experience was terrifying. Zahir found and rescued her, but he knew it would be impossible to insulate her from danger in his country. Despite his wishes to be together, he knew that to keep her safe he must send her away. However, he wouldn’t let her go until she was his bride. In a secret wedding, he married her, and then spirited her to safety. She arrived in her haven traumatized, fearful, homeless…and pregnant. Slowly, she rebuilt her life, gave birth to her son and somehow learned to get on with living without Zahir. For five long years, Callie recovered from the nightmare of her captivity. And she raises her son. When Zahir enters her life once more, she can’t believe that the fire between them is hotter than before. But she refuses to give in, despite its intensity. She’s too afraid that the peace between the previously warring countries will end and that she or her son could be in peril again. She yearns to feel safe, but can she defy her heart or deny her son his father?

Duty. Responsibility. Those were the priorities of Layla’s upbringing. So when her father announced that she is to marry the Sheik of Lurasa, she accepted her duty and steeled her heart to a loveless life of obligation. What she refused to accept was Garon’s intense effect on her. The man wasn’t what she anticipated! And he wouldn’t conform to her plans or expectations. This was an arranged marriage! They had appearances to maintain, duties to adhere to. Why were these crazy feelings flying between them every time he touched her? Garon entered into the marriage expecting only to be faithful to his wife and to the agreement he had made with the other sheiks. What he wasn’t expecting was a fiery beauty that set his senses on fire or the intense need to have her. Responsibility be damned, this woman was his! And he was going to teach her about living and loving.

Luna couldn’t believe the chain of events that had led to her wedding day. All she’d wanted was to save her small village, to help the residents to get out from underneath their crippling debt. So she’d written to the man who owned the bank. And here she was, walking down the aisle toward a man she barely knew. A man who could make her body sing but who could crush her hopes and dreams with a few harsh words. Dassar needed a wife. The lovely Luna fit none of his criteria. She was too soft, too sweet and would be hurt by palace life. So why couldn’t he forget her? Why could she get under his skin so easily? And why couldn’t he simply walk away?

The only reason Kylie had come back to the palace was to prove to everyone that she was over Tarek. Her girlish infatuation was a thing of the past. So how did she end up dining with the sheik? And why was her body still vibrating when he kissed her? Why couldn’t she simply put her infatuation in the past where it belonged? Tarek took one look at the fascinating beauty and knew that Kylie was the woman he was going to have for his wife. He didn’t want to marry, but the terms of the peace treaty were absolute. So if he had to do it, why not do it with the lovely, feisty and sexy woman that he couldn’t get out of his mind?