The Sheikh's Pregnant Wife - Leslie North Page 0,42
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Aisha Shadari will do anything to assure her beloved kingdom, Kendah, is well run—even if that means marrying someone she doesn’t love. If she doesn’t marry within a year of her father’s death, the task of ruling the country will fall to her incompetent cousin. With time running out, Aisha needs someone who will let her be in charge, someone she can easily manage. Prince Nadim Hasan, the third son from the prosperous kingdom of Raihan, is her last hope, though he’s far from perfect. The man doesn’t seem to have a serious bone in his delicious body. But as they spend a week getting to know one another, she realizes there’s more to Nadim than she initially thought. And he just might be the husband she’s looking for…
Nadim knows it’s time for him to grow up and do…something. But get married? That wasn’t on his radar. Spending a week with Aisha was really just a way to appease his parents, to show that he’s more than just an irresponsible playboy. In reality, though, that’s exactly what Nadim has been, and he’s not entirely sure he wants a change as drastic as marriage. But neither one of them can deny their perfect chemistry. The addition of an orphan baby to their tour of the country changes everything, and they start to feel like…family. When Aisha makes her case, offering him a loveless marriage just so she can save her country, he can’t agree. For him, it’s all or nothing. If they can’t get on the same page, they both risk losing everything.
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EXCERPT
Chapter One
Aisha held up two pairs of earrings in front of her ears—one set in a dangly, chandelier style and other small, reasonable diamond studs. The chandeliers were her favorite. The specialized light in the walk-in closet and dressing room, meant to highlight the best features of every outfit and every piece of jewelry, danced across the chandeliers’ filigree and stones. They were the best, weren’t they? Playful and lovely.
Perhaps too playful.
She handed them back to Sanaa, her right-hand woman and the person who had been her most steadfast advisor since before Aisha’s father had died and she’d been launched into the hunt for a husband. Aisha frowned at her reflection while she put the diamonds studs in, one then the other. It had not gone according to plan—her life, that was. Her father wasn’t supposed to die suddenly of a heart attack before she’d had a chance to think about the kind of man she’d want at her side.
“Aisha, are you sure about the earrings?” Sanaa hovered off Aisha’s shoulder, watching her every move in the mirror. “The chandeliers are so lovely on you.” She kept her tone careful, though the women were close—as close as two people could be, when one worked for the other.
“I know what you’re really saying.” Aisha met Sanaa’s eyes in the reflection and arched an eyebrow. “You’re saying that you think the chandeliers are more flattering. That they’ll catch his attention more than the diamonds, since he pays such close attention to women.”
Sanaa pursed her lips, looking like she was trying to hide a smile. “You know me too well.”
“You’re easy to get to know.” Aisha gave her a small smile in the mirror. “But I’m not changing the earrings. He’ll have to take me as I am.”
They’d had a similar discussion about her outfit, which was a businesslike skirt suit. The one concession she’d made to the fact that this was supposed to be, in part, a social occasion was the color—a pale pink that brought out her dark eyes.
“You do like the chandelier earrings.”
“I do like them.” Aisha smoothed her hands over her hair, making sure not a single strand was out of place. With the help of the palace cosmetologist, she’d had it swept into a neat chignon behind her head. There would be no tossing her long brown locks over her shoulder to impress Nadim, the sheikh from Raihan. “But I’m simply not interested in giving him the wrong impression. We’ve wasted