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Authors: Pepper Winters S. E. Smith Mandy Rosko Sharon Page Teresa Morgan T. J. Michaels Eve Langlais Cathryn Fox Opal Carew
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CAPTURED: 9 Alpha Bad-Boys
Who Will Capture Your Heart
New York Times
and USA Today
Bestselling Authors
Opal
Carew
Cathryn
Fox
Eve
Langlais
T.
J. Michaels
Sharon
Page
S.
E. Smith
Pepper Winters
Featuring
Teresa
Morgan
Mandy
Rosko
DEBT OF HONOR by Opal Carew
Held
captive by a domineering sheikh…
…and made to pay for a crime she did not commit
YOURS TO TAKE by Cathryn Fox
Revenge takes on a sexy twist when a powerhouse lawyer is stripped
of her control by the handsome multi-millionaire she once took down in the
courtroom.
ACCIDENTAL ABDUCTION by Eve Langlais
Fall in love? Never! An alien assassin turned pirate has no use for
an emotion he can't sell, but that doesn't stop him from falling for the human
he captures.
JAGUAR’S RULE by T. J. Michaels
After an irresistible night of passion with Reya, Aaron James longs
to hold her close forever. Little does he know that the tall, sleek beauty has
a carnal secret
—
and he's
the one who needs protection.
HANDCUFFED TO THE SHEIKH by Teresa
Morgan
The last thing Maxine Foss ever expected was to be handcuffed to a
sexy, but crazy, guy who claims he's an Arabian prince... and is determined to
seduce her. Best. Abduction. Ever.
FAST AND MINE by Sharon Page
College student Claire gets lessons in seduction from sexy, hot
street bike racer, Sawyer. But when she’s kidnapped by his psychotic sponsor to
force him to race, can Sawyer save her and win her heart?
BURNS LIKE FIRE by Mandy Rosko
Jack Marilla is out for revenge for the deaths of his family, and
the burn scars that cover his body. To get it, he has to hunt down the woman he
used to love, the paranormal fire starter who set his house ablaze with him,
and his family, locked inside of it. When he catches her, however, he faces his
biggest challenge yet. To not believe her when she claims to be innocent, or
fall for her seduction.
DEBT INHERITANCE by Pepper Winters
Jethro Hawk receives Nila as an inheritance present on his
twenty-ninth birthday. Her life is his until she’s paid off a debt that’s
centuries old. He can do what he likes with her—nothing is out of bounds—she
has to obey. There are no rules. Only payments.
CHOOSING RILEY by S. E. Smith
Things take a turn for the worse when Riley St. Claire is kidnapped
by aliens and forced to choose a mate. The problem is, it would have been
better, and safer, for the aliens if they had left Riley back on Earth.
CAPTURED: 9 Alpha Bad-Boys
Who Will Capture Your Heart
Copyright 2014 Opal Carew
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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and
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are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
First
edition: September 2014
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CAPTURED: 9 Alpha Bad-Boys
Who Will Capture Your Heart
ACCIDENTAL ABDUCTION by Eve Langlais
JAGUAR'S RULE by T. J. Michaels
HANDCUFFED TO THE SHEIKH by Teresa
Morgan
BURNS LIKE FIRE by Mandy Rosko
Debt of Honor
Opal Carew
Held
captive by a domineering sheikh…
…and made to pay for a crime she did not commit
Copyright 2014 Opal Carew
Table of Contents
Chapter
One
Angelica couldn't believe that hopping off
a plane during a refueling stop to search for one-of-a-kind souvenirs could
lead to so much trouble.
She sat staring at the glossy
mahogany desktop in front of her, wishing she still wore the light, cotton
sundress she'd donned this morning. The unaccustomed heat pressed down on her
like a heavy blanket, smothering her last few ounces of energy. She scooped up
her long hair so the breeze from the overhead fan would cool her neck. The
small relief it gave seemed an intense pleasure compared to the rest of this
dreadful day, and she closed her eyes to savor it. This long, robe thing she'd
been forced to wear covered too much of her, as far as she was concerned. She'd
undone the top few buttons, but perspiration glazed her back and dripped down
between her breasts.
Why hadn't she stayed on that
darned plane?
She heard the door behind her open,
and then close with a firm thump. Despite her curiosity, she sat still in the
stiff, wooden chair, determined not to glance around.
Who was it this time? Hopefully,
not those two goons who had dragged her here. She had explained to them that
she'd done nothing wrong, that in fact, she'd been the victim of a robbery, but
they'd barely understood a word she'd said or they'd chosen not to. She couldn't
be sure.
They'd kept her sitting here for at
least two hours, with no regard to her comfort. Right now, she should be safely
aboard her homeward bound flight to Toronto. Asleep.
The newcomer's presence seeped
through the room, filling her with tension. As the seconds drifted by,
curiosity overwhelmed her.
She twisted around to look.
The man who stared back at her was
the most sinfully gorgeous man she'd ever seen. Raw masculinity emanated from
his tall, muscular body. His dark hair flowed to his broad shoulder in waves,
accentuating his square jaw, softened by full, yet masculine lips.
He had the most stunning eyes.
Intense. Dark. Penetrating.
And intimidating.
His gaze swept over her, making a
few stops along the way. On the open buttons down the front, making her
intensely conscious of the fact that, at the angle he saw her, the swell of her
right breast was visible. On the sash she'd added to cinch this loose, frumpy
robe at the waist. On her crossed legs. She had pulled the robe up to her knees
in an attempt to cool off, knowing she revealed less leg than she had in her
sundress, yet suddenly she felt shamelessly brazen.
Finally, his gaze pivoted to her
face. The intensity of it disturbed her.
He strode across the room and
settled behind the desk, laying a manila folder in front of him.
"Who are you? And why am I
here?" she demanded.
"I am Kadin and I am the one
who will ask questions."
His voice was quiet, but filled
with authority. The fact that he spoke English sent a wave of relief through
her, followed immediately by frustration. She had a dozen or more questions to
ask. She'd already missed her flight out of here, and her wallet, passport, and
luggage had been stolen. She still had her purse, at least, she had until
they'd brought her here and confiscated it, but she had no money.
Where would she stay tonight? How
would she buy a ticket to get another flight home? And if she succeeded in
getting a ticket, how would she get across the border without a passport?
Her frustration turned quickly to anger.
"Look, I was dragged here against my will and I demand that—
"Silence." His eyes
flared to a fiery black. "After what you have done, you have no right to
demand anything."
"What I've done?" she
shot back, ignoring the chill rushing down her spine at his intimidating tone. "I
haven't done anything. You don't seem to understand—"
"I understand very well."
His sharp glare fixed on her as he extended his arm toward her.
A large green pendant on a gold
chain hung from his hand. An emerald. Actually, the largest emerald she'd ever
seen. She reached out to touch it, but he snatched it into his fist.
"This is Dhiya's. As are the
clothes you wear now," he stated flatly.
Her eyes widened. "So you know
who robbed me." Relief washed through her. "I guess that means you've
caught her. Great. I'd really like to get my things and ..."
His dark eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Don't play me for a fool. Why
was my beloved Dhiya's pendant in your purse? Why was she seen boarding a plane
wearing your clothes, traveling on your ticket, using your passport?"
Her jaw tightened. She didn't like
the sound of this. This situation looked like trouble with a capital 'T.' She
had to straighten this guy out right now.
"I already explained to the
other men that I went into the washroom and this woman—"
He slammed his fist on the desk,
the sharp sound reverberating through the room like a gunshot.
"Silence!"
She gulped back the rest of her
explanation and stared at him. Quietly.
"That's better. Now, you will
listen."
He stepped from behind the desk and
paced, his hands folded behind his back. His white robes billowed as he strode
back and forth.
"As I see it, there are two
possibilities. One, you were involved in kidnapping Dhiya and transporting her
out of the country. Two, you helped Dhiya at her request, taking her necklace
as payment. Either way, you are in grave trouble. Both are an insult to me and
my family."
She shook her head in disbelief,
knowing she had to set him straight.
"She robbed me at gunpoint."
"Dhiya would never touch a gun."
"But—"
"—if you were a man, there
would be many options open to me to exact justice."
He sat on the edge of his desk
facing her, his arms crossed over his chest.
Her heart hammered loudly and the
muscles in her chest tightened painfully. Just what did he intend to do to her?
She'd heard of officials in these small countries throwing people into prison
for years because of some inadvertent transgression. She pictured herself stuck
in a grimy jail cell, sharing scraps of food with rats.
"But I cannot bring myself to
be so harsh with a woman." He watched her with those coal-black eyes.
She let out a sigh of relief. She'd
never wanted to use her gender as an advantage, but right now, she had no such
qualms.
"What …?" Her voice came
out choked, so she cleared her throat and tried again. "What do you intend
to do with me?"
He stared at her for a long moment
and his gaze slipped past her chin to her chest. She raised her hand to toy
with the top button of the robe, at least the top button that was still fastened.
A drop of perspiration glided
slowly down her neck. Like a breath of fire grazing her skin, his gaze seared
her as he followed the progress of the drop as it forged a path down her chest,
then disappeared between her breasts. He lingered on the swell of flesh peeking
from the deep neckline. He might as well have been caressing her breasts
physically for the affect he was having on her. Her nipples pebbled, hardening
and peaking against the thin fabric.
Awareness shimmered through her, of
his overwhelming masculinity, and of just how vulnerable she was.
His gaze shifted to her face.
"To repay the debt of
dishonor, you will serve me."
"What do you mean 'serve you'?
"
"You will warm my bed.
Tonight, and for as many nights as I see fit."
She blinked at him.
"I … beg your pardon?"
"You may well do, but I will
not pardon you. You have wronged me and you will pay with the only currency you
have as a woman. Your body."
Her stomach clenched painfully and
her hands started to shake. Oh, God. This couldn't really be happening.
"You can't mean …"
His hot gaze told her otherwise.
"But that's barbaric."
Yet the thought of this man dragging her into his arms, his mouth devouring
hers, sent shivers of excitement through her.
"Insults will not better your
position."
"How long do you intend to …
keep me here?"
"When Dhiya returns, I will
have answers. If you merely helped her, then I will consider your debt of
dishonor repaid and I will let you go. If it turns out you were involved in
kidnapping her, then your situation will change, for the worse."
"And if she doesn't return?"
His expression turned dangerous.
"You had better hope that she
does," he growled.
She bolted to her feet, her hands
clenched into fists at her sides.
"You don't seem to understand.
I'm the victim here."
"Silence."
Obviously, he wasn't going to
listen. Fear sliced through her, colliding with anger at the unfairness of it
all. There had to be some way to straighten out this whole mess.
She glared at him.
"This is ridiculous. I have
rights. I demand to see the Canadian ambassador at once," she said with as
much authority as she could muster.
She stomped across the room toward
the exit and flung open the door. Two very large, very scary looking guards
turned and stared at her. Their expressions dared her to try and leave. She
took one step forward and they tensed. She glanced at the long swords settled
in scabbards at their waists. Of course, they wouldn't even need to unsheathe
those things. All they'd have to do is pick her up bodily and put her where
they wanted her.
"They won't let you leave
unless I allow it."
She turned to face the man at the
desk.
"And I will not allow you to
leave my house, or my country, until you have paid your debt."
She swallowed the lump forming in
her throat.