Prince Nadir's Secret Heir

By: Michelle Conder

The prince with the plan

Prince Nadir’s brief liaison with virginal Moulin Rouge dancer Imogen Reid was over almost before it began. And Imogen fled...carrying something very precious to Nadir. Now he’s found her again and he has a plan:

Step 1: Take Imogen and their daughter back to Bakaan.

Step 2: Ignore his body’s betraying desire for the woman he never forgot.

Step 3: Marry Imogen, thus securing his heir and stabilizing his desert kingdom.

But step two proves increasingly difficult to execute, especially when it’s clear he’s not the only one struggling. So now it’s time for plan B...finish what they started in Paris!





“I won’t let you take my baby, Nadir.” Imogen hated that her voice rang with fear. “If that’s your plan.” She’d never even considered it before, but now that she had she couldn’t push it from her mind.

He glanced at her impatiently. “If I wanted that then you couldn’t stop me.”

“I could. I’d...” Panic clawed inside her throat. “I’ll...”

“But I don’t want that.” He made an impatient gesture with his hands. “I am not so callous that I don’t realize that a baby needs its mother. That is why I plan to marry you.”

Marry her!

She shook her head, biting back a rising sense of hysteria. She needed time to make sense of everything that was happening and she couldn’t because her mind didn’t know which way to turn.

“Breathe, Imogen.” Nadir went to put his hands on her shoulders and she jerked back, wondering how he had gotten so close to her without her being aware of it.

Imogen shook her head. “You’re crazy to think that I’d marry you after the way you treated me.”

Nadir’s mouth thinned and he stepped closer to her, contained anger emanating from every taut line of his body. “I can assure you that I’m not. This is nonnegotiable.”







CHAPTER ONE

SOME DAYS STARTED OUT well and stayed that way. Others started out well and rapidly deteriorated.

This day, Nadir Zaman Al-Darkhan, Crown Prince of Bakaan, decided as he stared at a very large and very ugly statue squatting in the corner of his London office, was rapidly sliding towards the latter. ‘What the hell is that?’

He glanced over his shoulder at his new PA, who blinked back at him like a newly hatched owl transfixed by a wicked wolf. She’d been recommended by his old PA, whose recently acquired husband had taken offence at the seventeen-hour work-days Nadir habitually kept, and he wasn’t sure how she was going to work out.

In general people either treated him with deference or fear. According to his brother, it had something to do with the vibe he gave off. Apparently he emanated an aura of power and ruthless determination that didn’t bode well for his personal relationships, which was why he didn’t have many. Nadir had merely shrugged when Zach had delivered that piece of news. Personal relationships ranked well down below work, exercise, sex and sleep.

Not always, a sneaky voice whispered in his ear and he frowned as that voice conjured up an image of a woman he had once briefly dated over a year ago and had never seen since.

‘I believe it’s a golden stag, sir,’ his PA all but stuttered, definitely falling into the fearful category.

Applying some of that ruthlessness his brother had mentioned, Nadir banished the image of the blonde dancer from his mind and turned back to the statue. He could see it was a stag and he only hoped it hadn’t once been alive. ‘I got that, Miss Fenton. What I should have said is—what the hell is it doing in my office?’

‘It’s a gift from the Sultan of Astiv.’

Ah, just what he needed—another gift from some world leader he didn’t know, offering commiserations over the death of his father two weeks ago. He’d only been back in Europe a day since the funeral and he was, frankly, tired of the reminders which always brought up the fact that he felt nothing for the man who had sired him.

Annoyed, he strode across to his desk and sat down. His PA stopped in his doorway with her iPad clutched to her chest.

‘Tell me, Miss Fenton. Should a person feel badly that their father has just passed away?’

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