More Cover! Hajar’s Hidden Legacy Down Under!

Hajar’s Hidden Legacy is hitting UK shelves in a couple of days (that’s my Beast Sheikh!) and will be on Mills and Boon Australia soon too!

Here’s the cover they gave it for it’s trip to Aus and NZ!

I like this one a lot. I like BOTH of them, actually, but here you have Katharine as a redhead, as I wrote her, which is nice. And Zahir looks a bit more ‘weathered’ in this version too, which I also like as he’s supposed to be badly scarred.

The other thing I like is the scene it’s depicting. *rubs hands together* The scene with Katharine in her blue PJs is dear to me. 🙂 And I’ll share a little teaser with you now! (This is a bit of an 18+ teaser, so if you’re under age or offended by a bit a sexiness, don’t read it!)

Katharine flung the bedcovers back and stalked to the window. She was hot. And the desert wasn’t the blame. The night air was cool and dry, and it was usually her favorite time in Hajar. But nothing could extinguish the flame that Zahir had lit inside her.

Nothing had been able to dampen it. The chilly shower she’d taken had only made her blood run nearer to the surface, had only made her more aware of all of the parts of her body. Tender, needy parts that wanted Zahir’s rough, insistent hands on them. Without that sweet little yellow dress in the way.

She felt like her skin was too tight. Like she needed to shed it. At least shed her clothing. She arched against the silky camisole top she was wearing and the filmy fabric brushed over her nipples. She sucked in a sharp breath. The slight abrasion of the fabric sent sensation arrowing down to the apex of her thighs, made inner muscles she had never been overly aware of tighten in response.

She took a handful of hair and twisted it around her hand, holding it up off her neck. It was damp with sweat and some of the coolness in the air finally made its way into her. Like the shower, it didn’t help.

“Katharine.”

She dropped her hair and let it fall down past her shoulders. Zahir was standing in the doorway, wearing nothing more than those pale linen pants, low on his narrow hips. Showing perfectly defined muscles, gorgeous bronzed skin.

He hid his imperfections in the shadows, and for a moment, it was easy to forget he had any. That made her feel strange. Like she was adrift in the sea without an anchor. Because without the scars—those marks that made him who he was—she didn’t recognize him. It was only for a moment, but it was so strange and strong.

She moved nearer to him, breathed in a sharp breath when she saw the roughened side of his face.

“What are you doing here?”

“I am here to finish what should have been finished in the entryway today. What should have been finished last week in the study.”

She drew in a shaky breath, just before his lips crashed down on hers. And then there was nothing beyond desperation. It clawed at her, tore at her stomach, creating a frenzied desire in her that seemed to possess her, drive her actions. He slid his hand down to her backside, his palm resting on the tiny silk sleep shorts she was wearing, his heat burning through the thin fabric. Even that was too much. The barrier was too inhibiting.

“I’m here to show you that there are still ways I can put any man to shame.”

HAJAR’S HIDDEN LEGACY is on the shelves in the UK in January, and online in AUS January 1st!