Her Desert Prince
by Marie Tuhart
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Catherine
Taylor is no stranger to life’s school of hard knocks. At the tender age of 18,
she left her dysfunctional family behind and struck out on her own, finally
free to embrace her passion for creating art. After years of hard work, she has
achieved some degree of acclaim. When she is offered the opportunity to work in
the small middle eastern country of Bashir to create the defining mural for the
new children's critical care ward, Catherine embraces the chance to meld her
love of children and her love of art. What she doesn’t think she is ready for
is the blatant and instant passion she feels the moment she meets the
successful country’s crown prince, Malik.
Malik al-Hakim has been raised with the sole purpose of someday becoming the king of his beloved country of Bashir. Years of careful preparation by his loving family has him ready to take the yoke from his father one day, but nothing could prepare him for the instant lust he feels the moment he sees Catherine. Never one to let an opportunity slip by, Malik pursues Catherine convincing her to explore their desire. But when political intrigue places Catherine in danger, Malik soon realizes lust has evolved to love and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep the woman of his dreams safely by his side, no matter how hard she tries to fight their fate.
Malik al-Hakim has been raised with the sole purpose of someday becoming the king of his beloved country of Bashir. Years of careful preparation by his loving family has him ready to take the yoke from his father one day, but nothing could prepare him for the instant lust he feels the moment he sees Catherine. Never one to let an opportunity slip by, Malik pursues Catherine convincing her to explore their desire. But when political intrigue places Catherine in danger, Malik soon realizes lust has evolved to love and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep the woman of his dreams safely by his side, no matter how hard she tries to fight their fate.
Excerpt
“Are you cold?” He frowned.
The night air was warm to him, but that didn’t mean it was to her.
“No.” But her body shook again.
If she wasn’t cold, what was making her shiver? Her breath grew shallow and her eyes larger. His gaze swept over her body. Her nipples were pressing against the fabric of her robe in hard little peaks. She was aroused. She was shivering from excitement, not cold. He hid a smile.
“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable tonight.” He was taking a shot in the dark, but his mother had chastised him for flirting with Catherine, possibly causing her to retire early.
Catherine shrugged and her robe slipped, giving him a peek at her creamy skin. His groin tightened as he found himself without the right words. A first for him. He usually knew exactly what to say to a woman.
“You’re different from other women.” He stepped closer to her.
“In what way?” Her back stiffened. Damn, she misunderstood him. “Well?” she asked, tilting her head to the side while staring at him.
He barely resisted the urge to plant kisses along her exposed neck. His forefathers had the right idea when one of them saw a woman he wanted—capture her, carry her off to his desert tent, and make her his. He drew in a deep breath. He needed to soothe over the nerves he’d bristled with his words, and then he’d go about wooing her.
The night air was warm to him, but that didn’t mean it was to her.
“No.” But her body shook again.
If she wasn’t cold, what was making her shiver? Her breath grew shallow and her eyes larger. His gaze swept over her body. Her nipples were pressing against the fabric of her robe in hard little peaks. She was aroused. She was shivering from excitement, not cold. He hid a smile.
“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable tonight.” He was taking a shot in the dark, but his mother had chastised him for flirting with Catherine, possibly causing her to retire early.
Catherine shrugged and her robe slipped, giving him a peek at her creamy skin. His groin tightened as he found himself without the right words. A first for him. He usually knew exactly what to say to a woman.
“You’re different from other women.” He stepped closer to her.
“In what way?” Her back stiffened. Damn, she misunderstood him. “Well?” she asked, tilting her head to the side while staring at him.
He barely resisted the urge to plant kisses along her exposed neck. His forefathers had the right idea when one of them saw a woman he wanted—capture her, carry her off to his desert tent, and make her his. He drew in a deep breath. He needed to soothe over the nerves he’d bristled with his words, and then he’d go about wooing her.
About The Author
Marie Tuhart
lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her muse, Penny, a four pound toy
poodle. Marie loves to read and write, when she’s not writing, she spends time
with family, traveling and enjoying life.
Marie is a
multi-published author with The Wild Rose Press, Trifecta Publishing and does
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