The Sheikh's Twin Baby Surprise: The Sheikh's Twin Baby Surprise, #1

By Holly Rayner

He paid her to have his baby. But he never expected twins…

Sheikh Omar Fakim Al-Daqqa has a problem: as presumptive heir to the throne of Al-Thakri, the Middle-Eastern nation's constitution demands that he must have a child in order to accede to the throne. Knowing that his power-hungry brother is desperate to usurp his throne and have a baby before him, Omar knows he must act quickly, and he already has a potential mother in mind…

Carrie Green is Sheikh Omar's personal physician, and she's quickly growing disillusioned with life in Al-Thakri. Wishing to travel the world and put her skills to better use, she needs a way out. However, when the Sheikh makes her a scandalous offer – an outrageous sum of money to have his child, and as quickly as possible - Carrie cannot turn him down.

 

Of course, it doesn't hurt that Carrie has long harbored feelings for her gorgeous Sheikh employer, but she soon encounters second thoughts. Can Carrie really go through with it, and become pregnant by royalty?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Holly Rayner Romance
• Release date: Feb 23, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201509569

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

Ilet out a deep sigh and looked out the limo window. Evening was falling on the desert city like elegant drapery, lights flickering on in buildings and street shops, but the streets were no less bustling than usual.

The culture of Al-Thakri was a lively, social one, and it showed in every inch of its capital city. Beautiful women clapped along the sidewalks in stiletto heels and smart skirts, while men in fine, tailored suits bid them good evening, phones plastered to their ears.

Dotted in between the modern skyscrapers and high-rises, the buildings of old Al-Thakri remained, sand and limestone facades that had survived centuries of wear and war and desert heat to stand as testaments of a glorious past. The sphinx—the symbol of Al-Thakri—was everywhere, used as decoration on buildings new and old alike.

The place was a wonderland; a fairy tale I never would have thought I’d be able to experience.

And yet, even so soon after arriving, I was considering leaving it all behind. It had only been six months since I had been scooped up by the royal family of this beautiful nation to serve as a private doctor to the eldest son, but it felt like much longer.

The limo came to a smooth stop at a traffic light, and at the edge of my attention I heard a soft but insistent voice.

Dr. Green? What are you thinking?

It was Omar—or, more properly, the Sheikh of Al-Thakri, next in line to the throne, and my employer.

I turned at the sound of his voice, and saw his dark, handsome face staring back at me with some anticipation. His deep brown eyes glittered. In front of him, he was holding up two velvet boxes, each of which contained a pair of cufflinks.

Diamond or ruby? he asked me earnestly.

I took a thoughtful glance at each of the options and let my eyes wander over Omar’s face, and his perfectly tailored tuxedo. Something bright was shining in his eyes tonight.

Ruby, I said, pointing a freshly manicured finger at the velvet box on the right.

Omar smiled, as if he had been hoping for that answer. He snapped the box holding the diamond cufflinks shut. Good choice.

I’m not really qualified to make decisions like that, you know, I said back to him with just a hint of teasing in my voice. My stylist at the palace would agree. She almost fainted when she saw the wardrobe I brought with me. So my apologies if you happen to get any comments about your cufflinks tonight.

Omar laughed richly, and a happy bloom spread out in my chest as I laughed with him.

I didn’t add that it was nice to be of some use around him lately. As a physician who had spent two years treating patients in war-torn countries with Doctors Without Borders, the current environment was giving me more than a touch of the doldrums. It wasn’t something I had admitted to the Sheikh—I was having a hard enough time admitting it to myself.

The luxurious living that came with being included in the royal entourage was amazing. The fact that I had earned enough money in six months not only to deal with the angry letters regarding my overdue student loan payments, but also to put away a sizable nest egg for the next journey in my life, were benefits for which I was extremely grateful. But there wasn’t much use for a trauma physician in the entourage of a healthy, young, handsome Sheikh who never got more than the occasional scrape from playing tennis. He hadn’t even caught a cold once the entire six months I had been in his employment. Frankly, I was bored out of my mind, and more than a little upset at the implications my boredom made about me as a person.

Maybe I was a terrible person, but the dullness of my employment here made me long for the dust and heat of the field hospitals where my hands actually felt like they were making a difference in the world. I saved countless lives in those two years—and lost a few, to be sure, ghosts that follow every doctor, nurse and midwife in the world. But there was no question that I was making a difference. There was no question that I was loved and appreciated by the people I helped.

But here? In the air-conditioned, oil-rich cities of Al-Thakri, living alongside some of the richest rulers in the world, I wasn’t so sure I was making a difference at all, and it was starting to grate on me.

At least I knew how to pick out a pair of cufflinks, I thought bitterly.

Almost arrived, sir, the driver, Abdul, called from the front of the limo.

Wonderful, said Omar. He finished putting on the cufflinks and gave me a big, beaming smile.

It made my stomach flutter. I did my best to keep from blushing as I smiled back.

The smile—and the butterflies—died quickly when Omar spoke. I hope Jada is wearing something with a fiery tint to it. It will match the rubies.

I nodded quickly and turned back to look through the window. Yes, it would, I said quietly.

I didn’t want to talk about his date—not this one, nor any of the others he’d had lately. In the past six months, an endless parade of heiresses