No mountains and no shaded oasis-just Jenny, her best friend and business partner, pressing the button on her desk to raise the blinds. The discordant blare of taxi horns announced the start of the morning rush hour. Thankfully when she woke it was to find herself in London, not the desert. That must have been some dream.'Īvery pushed her hand through her hair and tried to wake herself up. With a groan, she sat up and reached for it, half blind from sleep. The delicious aroma of fresh coffee teased her and she lifted her head and stared at the mug that had been placed next to her on the table. His voice was rich, deep and everything male. She rose through clouds of sleep, the voice jarring with the image in her head. The ground crumbled beneath her feet and she was falling, falling … 'Avery!' He was calling her name but she carried on walking without looking back. And she dreamed of a Prince-a Prince with eyes all shades of the night and the power to command armies. She dreamed of savage mountains and palm-shaded pools. She dreamed of dunes turning red gold under the burning fire of the sun and of the clear blue waters of the Persian Gulf lapping beaches of soft white sand.
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