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The Sheikh's Seduction: Sleeping With The Sultan / The Playboy Sheikh by Alexandra Sellers
4.0
I bought the paperback copy of this at a used book store when I was in college. I loved the romance even though both stories were almost insta-love. Both couple had the consuming kind of love right from the get go - something you could really feel from the way the men talked. Also, the couples had passionate arguments that felt realistic and unsurprising because of how deeply they felt about each other.
With the first book, I loved how Dana was uncompromising about her freedom. In the second book, I hurt for Lisbet and her fears that stem from her childhood.
The men though, they were just crazy for the women. That's what I liked about these stories. There's something extra romantic about men who speak in poetry when it comes to the women they love, no?
ASHRAF:
JAFAR:
With the first book, I loved how Dana was uncompromising about her freedom. In the second book, I hurt for Lisbet and her fears that stem from her childhood.
The men though, they were just crazy for the women. That's what I liked about these stories. There's something extra romantic about men who speak in poetry when it comes to the women they love, no?
ASHRAF:
"I am out of my depth with you. If I allow myself to make love to you now I know that I will drown. You are not a woman whose bed a man leaves and forgets. You are—"
"You said half an hour ago to Gazi that fame was an addictive substance. I look at you and I know that you are that to me, Dana. You have the potential to absorb my every waking thought. If I spent the next month nowhere else but in your bed it would be only the beginning. I knew it the first moment I set eyes on you. I knew nothing about you, except that I had met my destiny.
A moment too soon."
JAFAR:
" I think so? What would make me think that you had changed so completely? You, the woman who melted for me as woman has never melted for man before. I hear your cries in my dreams, Lisbet, even now. And I wake to weep that you are not there. And you pretend to think that I know my touch is a punishment to you?"
"Even a hundred years would not be enough to wipe away the sound of your voice, Lisbet, the scent of you, the way the colour of your eyes changes with your mood." He dropped his hand.
"A man may stop loving, but he can never forget."