The Sheikh & The Bride Who Said No - Plot & Excerpts
There was a sense of movement in the way the man leaned too far to the right. His body was still a squarish lump, but she knew how she would slice away the excess clay and mold what was left. The head would follow, with the arms and the tray of dishes to come last. The tray that would be on the verge of tumbling to the ground.Around her, the garden vibrated with life. She heard the chatter of the parrots and the rustle of small creatures hiding in the thick foliage. Several of the king’s cats stretched out in the sun, the slow rise and fall of their chests the only sign of life.As far as prisons went, this wasn’t a bad one, Daphne told herself, as she picked up another clump of clay. Not that she had a whole lot of experience with which to compare. She’d never been held against her will before. Still, if one had to be, the Bahania harem was the place.She couldn’t complain about the service, either. Delicious meals appeared whenever she requested them. Her large bed was plenty comfortable, and the bathroom was so luxurious that it bordered on sinful.
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