A street smart woman is pulled into the world of the rich and powerful when she saves the life of a billionaire Royal Sheikh.
She was born on the streets; he was born to rule…
Aimee Wheels loves her free-living lifestyle. She doesn’t need the trappings of money to find happiness. All she needs is her crazy friends, her job as a courier in New York City, and her skateboard.
Sheikh Qadir Saif-Ad-Din understands the power behind money and royalty, and he knows how to wield it. When he is simultaneously dismissed, and then saved by a woman in tattered jeans and carrying a skateboard, he doesn’t know what to think—except that he wants her!
Aimee is thrown into the world of the ultra-rich when she stops an assassination attempt against Qadir. When she discovers a deeper plot to overthrow Qadir’s family by a rival billionaire, she becomes the target. Now all she can do is pretend she is dead and love Qadir from afar.
When Qadir is kidnapped by the men who tried to kill her, she abandons the safety of the witness protection program to save him. Can love find a way for Aimee and Qadir when a powerful billionaire has placed a price on their heads?
She caught him off balance. Her surprisingly strong arms and compact body lifted him partially off his feet as she tackled him. At the same time, the all too familiar sound of gunfire erupted from behind him. His arms reached out to cushion his and the woman’s fall, but she was already rolling over him and landing in a crouch with both hands pressed firmly against the polished floor and one leg stretched out as if she were about to do a flip.
“Run when I tell you,” she ordered, her violet eyes blazing with an unusually calm fire.
He conveyed his own experience and competence with a glance and noted that Tarek and the bodyguards had drawn and were firing. Tarek never missed.
“Qadir, this way,” Tarek said in an urgent voice.
Qadir rose to his feet in one fluid motion. The woman started away from him and he automatically captured an arm to keep her by his side. She frowned and tugged, trying to free herself.
“You got them. I’ve got to go,” she said.
The high-pitched sound of sirens told him that someone had already reported the incident. There would be media covering the building in minutes once it was known who was the target. The woman yanked her arm again, trying to break free with a new sense of urgency that made him frown. He stared down at her with a fierce expression.
“You’ll come with me,” he stated.