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Debt of Honor
Debt of Honor
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Held captive by a domineering sheikh and made to pay for a crime she did not commit.

Angelica couldn't believe that hopping off a plane during a refueling stop to search for one-of-a-kind souvenirs could lead to such a terrifying situation. She is being detained in an exotic country by a devastatingly handsome sheikh who insists she has committed a crime and intends to make her pay. And it is clear that part of her punishment will be to share his bed.

Caution: Includes lots of hot m/f, a little f/f, and a heart thumping, romantic, sexual adventure you won't soon forget!

If you love a story where a dominating alpha sheikh captures a feisty heroine and seduces her into his bed, then this sizzling, fast-paced tale is for you!

Buy this erotic sheikh romance today and be carried away!

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Opal is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of erotic contemporary romance. Her books have won several awards, including the National Readers’ Choice Award (twice), the Golden Leaf Award (twice), the Golden Quill (3 times), CRA Award of Excellence, and Silken Sands.

Opal Carew writes about passion, love, and taking risks. Her heroines follow their hearts and push past the fear that stops them from realizing their dreams... to the excitement and love of happily-ever-after.

Opal loves nail polish, cats, crystals, dragons, feathers, pink hair, the occult, Manga artwork, Zentangle, and all that glitters. She earned a degree in Mathematics from the University of Waterloo, and spent 15 years as a software analyst before turning to her passion as a writer. She grew up in Toronto, and now lives in Ottawa with her husband, huge nail polish collection, and five cats.

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PublisherOpal Carew
Release dateMay 31, 2012
ISBN9781927444023
Debt of Honor
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Opal Carew

Opal Carew is the author of Total Abandon, Pleasure Bound, Twin Fantasies and other erotic romance novels. “So why do I like writing erotic romance?” she asks. “I like being able to push beyond traditional boundaries.” Opal loves crystals, dragons, feathers, cats, pink hair, the occult and all that glitters. While she writes, she listens to inspirational music, lights candles and keeps crystals near. Before devoting herself to her passion as a writer, Opal spent 15 years as a software analyst, and she has a degree in Mathematics from the University of Waterloo. She lives with her husband and two sons in Ontario, Canada.

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    Debt of Honor - Opal Carew

    Debt of Honor - Jasmine 144

    Opal Carew

    Held captive by a domineering sheikh…

    …and made to pay for a crime she did not commit

    Angelica couldn't believe that hopping off a plane during a refueling stop to search for one-of-a-kind souvenirs could lead to such a terrifying situation. She is being detained in an exotic country by a devastatingly handsome sheikh who insists she has committed a crime and intends to make her pay. And it is clear that part of her punishment will be to share his bed.

    Caution: Includes lots of hot m/f, a little f/f, and a heart thumping, romantic, sexual adventure you won't soon forget!

    Praise for Opal Carew - Jasmine 96

    5 Stars!

    Ms. Carew wrote a story that steams off the pages and when you add minor touches of BDSM it smokes.

    Jo, Joyfully Reviewed

    4 Clovers!

    Lee M, CK2S Kwips and Kritiques

    4 Hearts!

    Valerie, Love Romances and More

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    Debt of Honor

    Published by Opal Carew at Smashwords

    Copyright 2018 Opal Carew

    Previously published in 2006 as part of the Phoenix Rising II anthology.

    Discover more books by Opal Carew at her website

    www.OpalCarew.com

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    This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to your favorite ebook retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

    This is a work of fiction.  All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this story are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    First Opal Carew edition: May 2012

    Second Opal Carew edition: September 2016

    Third Opal Carew edition: June 2018

    www.OpalCarew.com

    Debt of Honor - Jasmine 144

    Opal Carew

    To Mark,

    Matthew and Jason

    Chapter One - Jasmine 144

    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

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