Curves for the Sheikh — Annabelle Winters

How does Wendy Williams get from her waitressing job in smalltown Wisconsin to here: Sheikh Zahain rose to full height as he spoke. “Yes, this will have to be settled out of court. Settled in my Sheikdom of Farrar. It is the only option for you.” “The only option . . .” Wendy said slowly, the words catching in her throat. “So what is this, blackmail? Coercion?” And then TO HERE(!): “You heard me, Wendy,” Sheikh Zahain growled in her ear as Wendy felt his hands slide along her hips and sides, caressing her up and down as she shivered beneath him. “If we are going to have a child, then we had better be damned sure I get you pregnant, don't you think?” Enough to go on? Steamy(!!!) Contemporary with HEA (always, always always!)