The Sheikh’s Blackmailed Bride (Sheikhs of Al-Dashalid Book 2)

  Sheikhs of Al-Dashalid

  The Sheikh’s Pregnant Lover

  The Sheikh’s Blackmailed Bride

  The Sheikh’s Fierce Fiancée

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  RELAY PUBLISHING EDITION, MARCH 2019

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  Blurb

  One wild night of drinking led to Catelyn Wolf marrying Sheikh Rami in a lavish, beautiful ceremony. At least, that’s what the pictures show.

  Turns out Catelyn faked the whole wedding with some photoshopped pictures in a desperate attempt to give her fledgling wedding planning business, Elite Occasions, a chance at survival. The Hail Mary worked, and now they have their first client—with a multimillion-dollar wedding to boot. True, her besties, who are also her business partners, weren’t happy with the elaborate lie, but even they had to admit that it worked like a charm...that is until Sheikh Rami himself shows up, demanding to meet “his wife.”

  Sheikh Rami has no time to find a suitable bride, not with his huge contract with a Texas oil company on the rocks. So when news of his “wedding” is uncovered by his brother, Catelyn’s “joke” turns into the answer to Rami’s prayers. Catelyn is good friends with the owner of the oil company—the perfect way to get an in with the company. All he needs is a big rock and an even bigger divorce clause to officially marry by his deadline. The fact that Catelyn is hot as sin only helps matters...

  Catelyn, however, does not go gently down the aisle, and Rami is forced to threaten the business she and her friends have worked so hard to build. If she doesn’t marry him, he’ll out their biggest wedding as a lie and she’ll be ruined. But as their business-only relationship turns decidedly passionate, the two become entangled both in the bedroom as well as in business. In the end they’ll have to decide if the marriage that began as fake is actually fate.

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Epilogue

  End of The Sheikh’s Blackmailed Bride

  Thank you!

  About Leslie

  Sneak Peek: The Sheikh’s Fierce Fiancée

  Also By Leslie

  1

  The cocktail party was going to be the death of him.

  One more moment of idle small talk swirling around him, and Rami, brother of the Sheikh of Al-Dashalid and himself the supreme hater of the boring hours in the middle of cocktail parties, might be forced to put down the glass of tonic half-finished and walk outside into the night. Walk all the way back to Al-Dashalid, if that’s what he had to do.

  He followed the conversation happening in front of him, waiting for something—anything—to capture his interest. But the chatter between Lydia Morris, whom he was trying to charm, and a man named Roland Fields, who wore a ten-gallon hat with his suit, centered on some interpersonal drama involving a fence and a field.

  Lydia laughed, tossing back her head. Her coppery hair, swept back in an elegant chignon, gleamed in the soft yellow light of her own personal ballroom. It was lovely, for sure—the decor was understated, which let the centerpieces on the tables stand out. They were riots of yellow sunflowers and red gerbera daisies in surprisingly chic white vases, and they drew Rami’s eye again and again.

  Was he looking at them too frequently? Lydia wasn’t going to be charmed at the discovery that his attention was more drawn to the flowers. Those red daisies had reminded him of the jaunty red tie his partner for a science class project had worn once. He’d been sick at the idea of having to give the final presentation, so he made a deal with her—she’d do all the talking. He’d do all the work. Her tie had been that same shade—the private school’s color—and neither it nor she had shown up on the big day. He’d blown it, utterly and completely, his sentences stilted and strange. A sea of blank stares had met him at the front of the room, smirks tugging at his classmates’ lips.

  Well, he wasn’t going to ruin this, as much as the extended story about some kind of livestock bored him.

  Lydia turned and put her hand on his elbow. She was in her late forties, trim and polished, and she ran her company with a deft hand. That was why he was at the party in the first place. Rami wanted Morris International to distribute the oil produced in Al-Dashalid in the United States, and Lydia’s company had the best terms and connections bar none.

  “Rami, are you hearing this? Care to weigh in on the dispute?”

  He replayed the conversation in his mind. A broken fence. A runaway steer. A trampled lawn. He cleared his throat, flashing a confident smile to the little group. “At one of our nature preserves in Al-Dashalid, the fences are reinforced with steel wire. We’ve never had a break yet. The only things that come and go are the birds.”

  There was an awkward pause. Lydia cocked her head to the side. Rami’s heart beat faster.

  And then, just like she had earlier, she threw back her head and laughed. “The birds!” she cried, drawing Roland back in despite his hesitation. Rami allowed himself to relax while they let the laugher wind down.

  It was all ridiculous, he thought as he withdrew to the outer edge of the conversation. This was a business deal, and though Lydia expected to be courted—to be charmed, to become friends—wasn’t this a bit too much…extra emotion? It was about oil distribution, not a marriage proposal.

  He needed a way out. Some excuse he could make. He caught Lydia’s eye the next time she turned to him and murmured something vague about needing to make a phone call. “Of course, of course,” she said. “We’ll connect later.”

  He did not make any promises on that front.

  Rami only turned on his heel and made for the nearest exit. Only—where was the nearest exit? It only took a moment to find it. His great height gave him an immediate advantage. There—the far wall.

  He was only too excited to get out of here and into the fresh air. He took one long stride toward the door, through the crowd, and—

  “Oh!”

  A cocktail glass crashed to the floor, and Rami looked down to find out what exactly he’d collided with. Who.

  “My apologies,” he said quickly, still anxious to get to the door.

  And then she looked
up at him.

  She was short and took one step back at the sight of him, giving him a full view of the black dress that hugged the lithe lines of her body. The neckline brushed against the swell of her perky breasts. But it wasn’t her body that captivated him.

  It was her eyes.

  This woman—whom he’d just run over at Lydia’s cocktail party—had the most beautiful blue eyes he’d ever seen. And he’d seen the waters of Bali.

  * * *

  Catelyn had not planned on being trampled by a prince.

  That’s what he was, really, the sheikh who’d just run into her as if the party was a trap he was anxious to escape. She’d seen him coming. How could she not? He was so tall. Above six feet for sure. Maybe even above six foot five. And she’d been staring, to be truthful. She’d been staring at the elegant lines of his face, the darkly determined eyes, and that long, lean body. He was perfect for his tuxedo. Everyone had been talking about him, but Catelyn hadn’t been interested until he’d entered her line of sight a moment ago.

  She’d been on her way to Lydia’s clutch of friends to say her goodbyes so she could get out of this party. She only wanted to spend so much of her weekend at home at this kind of event, mingling with businesspeople who were already…settled. They were more interested in talking about dividends than start-ups, which is what Catelyn had spent a year setting up.

  It was also why she’d been avoiding Lydia.

  Lydia, her former mentor, had taught her everything she knew about business. So, naturally, she’d expected Catelyn to join her company—not start her own wedding-planning business in New Jersey. She’d spent lunch today trying to convince Catelyn to take a junior executive position at Morris International, and Catelyn had spent lunch with a smile plastered on her face.

  Now—too bad!—the handsome sheikh had run right into her. No way she could continue on to Lydia now. Not with her cocktail glass on the floor and his utterly entrancing dark eyes searching hers.

  “Hi,” said Catelyn. She gave him a little wave. “You must not have seen me.”

  “I’m so sorry about that.” A little grin curved one side of his mouth. “I was making my escape.”

  Catelyn put on a confused expression. “Why? Party isn’t exciting enough for you?”

  “It’s exciting enough now.”

  She couldn’t help herself—she groaned aloud. “Don’t tell me that makes you want to stay.”

  “You mean to tell me—” The sheikh looked around, as if about to reveal confidential information. “—that you were also getting out of this…” He cleared his throat. “Scintillating event?”

  “I was trying to,” admitted Catelyn. “Only now—”

  “Catelyn, who’s this fine gentleman?” She stifled another groan at the sound of her mother’s voice, her Texas accent settling over her like a cold blanket. There would be no escape now. “You must introduce us.”

  “Sheikh Rami of Al-Dashalid,” the prince said smoothly, extending a hand for Catelyn’s mother to shake.

  “Al-Dashalid,” Anna crooned, cutting a glance at Catelyn. “My daughter—Catelyn—will be there in a matter of weeks. She’s taking an international cruise. Shake hands, the two of you.”

  “Catelyn Wolf,” she said. Rami’s palm was smooth, his hand huge. She dropped it.

  “By herself,” her mother pressed.

  Catelyn felt heat rise to her cheeks. Her mother was making her seem like a country bumpkin. Naturally.

  “Is that so,” said Rami, eyes raking over Catelyn again. “Alone?”

  “Oh, yes,” said Anna, pursing her lips. “I told her she shouldn’t go unaccompanied, but you know—”

  “I agree,” Rami said quickly, and Catelyn looked around for a hidden camera. What was he saying? He didn’t know her. He’d just run into her. That’s how invisible she’d been to him. “Unaccompanied women—especially beautiful ones—sometimes find themselves in brand-new lives, never to return to the States.”

  Anna gasped. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

  “Ask my brother’s wife all about it.” Rami’s eyes flashed with an emotion Catelyn couldn’t identify.

  There was an awkward silence.

  Of course, neither Catelyn nor her mother were going to be visiting with the royal family of Al-Dashalid. The cruise would stop at the port for a few days, and then she’d be gone.

  Catelyn laughed nervously. “It’s not that bad, Mom. I’m sure Sheikh Rami is…exaggerating.”

  “I’m certainly not,” Rami said, and she honestly couldn’t tell by the look on his face whether he was kidding or not. He raised one eyebrow, and—what did that mean? “If you’d like to hear more about it, I’d be happy to meet with you later,” he said to Anna. “With your daughter, of course. She should know what she’s getting into.”

  Catelyn’s mother fluttered a trembling hand near her face. “Oh, I think we should. I think we should,” she insisted. “If it’s that dangerous, there’s no telling what might happen when—”

  “Mom.” Catelyn kept her voice absolutely even, as if her mother were a bride getting cold feet at the last minute. “This is not something to worry about. Al-Dashalid is perfectly safe—”

  “For a woman like you?” Rami’s voice was smooth but pointed. “I’d be surprised if a man didn’t make you his wife.”

  Catelyn snorted. “That’s not going to happen.” She’d been buried in work for a year, and she’d go back the moment her vacation was over. She was not getting married.

  Even if it would put all eyes on her wedding planning business.

  “What’s not going to happen?” Wonderful—Lydia had breezed up behind Rami and put a hand on his shoulder, grinning as if she were in on the conversation.

  Catelyn beamed back at Lydia. “Rami was regaling us with a few…jokes…about Al-Dashalid.”

  “Isn’t he a charmer?” Lydia laughed out loud. Rami relaxed, his shoulders dropping an inch, and Catelyn’s curiosity flared. Why did that make him feel more at ease?

  “Yes,” Catelyn said quickly. “But—look at the time. I’ve got—” She waved vaguely at the exit. “Brides. Brides to take care of. You know how it is.”

  Lydia came forward and embraced her. “I wasn’t finished with you yet,” she said, a pout playing over her lips. “But I understand.”

  Catelyn faced Rami. “It was lovely to meet you.” She stuck out her hand for him to shake again. He took it, and the moment their palms touched an electric delight moved up her spine. She dropped his hand. Nope—no way. Not getting a crush on a sheikh from Al-Dashalid she’d never see again. Not now, not ever. Even if she did love the way his eyes moved over her face, her hair, her body—

  No.

  “Love you, Mama,” she said to Anna, kissing her on the cheek. “I’ll see all of you later.”

  “I hope so,” Rami called after her as she walked away. She gave him one last jaunty wave over her shoulder and kept going, not looking back.

  2

  Catelyn swirled the last of her wine in its glass and considered pouring herself another.

  It had been that kind of day.

  She’d fielded calls for part of the morning, but bookings had been slim. To be honest, they’d been slim for a while now—at least six months. They’d had a burst of attention at the very beginning, thanks to an early endorsement by Lydia, but then winter had come, and spring, and now they were back to summer.

  Catelyn frowned at her computer screen. She needed to put something on the company blog. Something that would, hopefully, drive some traffic. But what? The last wedding they’d worked on had been two weeks ago, and it had been a rush job. The bride had only wanted them to coordinate a small reception at a local restaurant. Catelyn had arranged some last-minute bouquets from a local flower shop and double-checked that the local courthouse had an opening, and that…well, it didn’t make for very exciting photos. The couple had brought along a sister to take pictures of the occasion, and that was that.

  “You gon
na sit here all night?” Daisy, one of Catelyn’s business partners and very best friends, poked her head in the door. Her dark hair was piled atop her head in a messy bun that made her look every bit the creative, and she was. She was the one who pulled together decor, color schemes, and fantastic ideas for the couples they served. When there were any to work with, that was.

  “Only until I get an idea for what to post on our blog.” Catelyn gave her a confident grin over her shoulder. “It’ll come to me soon. The wine is helping.” She lifted her glass toward Daisy in a faux toast.

  “I’m headed out,” said Daisy with a laugh. “Don’t drink yourself under the table, okay?”

  “There’s only half a bottle left, so you have nothing to fear.”

  Daisy gave her a wave and hitched her purse up onto her shoulder. “I have confidence in you.” Her voice didn’t sound very confident, and it made Catelyn swivel her chair fully to face Daisy.

  “What does that mean?”

  “It just means…” Daisy shrugged. “I have confidence that we can all…work this out.” Worry flickered over her face, and Catelyn’s heart sank. It had been easy enough to power through the first few months on pure adrenaline, but now that things were still slow and her friends were starting to worry about their livelihoods—

  “We will work this out,” Catelyn said reassuringly. “I’ve got something in the works tonight.”