"4 Cups!...Ms. Wilkins has created a page turning story that you cannot help but finish in one sitting. Dalton and Elara are unforgettable characters. The sex scenes are hot, hot, hot! The twists and turns make it impossible to figure out what happens next..Definitely on this reader’s keeper shelf!"--Jenifer, Coffee Time Romance
"A 5!...For starters, this is part two of a series. Yet, it stands alone..[Ms. Wilkins'] writing style and characters makes me want to read book one (A Most Unusual Princess). I can’t wait to get a copy of the first book to find out how it all began. Ms Wilkins has wet my appetite for more."--Miranda, BDSM Reviews
"5 Roses!...I thought the first book [A Most Unusual Princess] was hot, but this one is worth reading. Kelli A. Wilkins did a superb job in this one and introduces us to a new side of Dalton. The beginning was just about Princess Elara, and this time we learn more of Dalton--like his needs for a certain Princess...I loved this story...Kelli Wilkins did a beautiful job in showing us a princess with a stubborn heart to love and a man who completes her in every way."--Lena, Mybookcravings.com
"5 Stars!...Kelli A. Wilkins has created a delightful, erotic and emotional romantic tale about two people whose insecurities about their marriage are tested to the limits. Elara’s character is anything but angelic; she is manipulative, disobedient, reckless and spoiled, while Dalton is a patient and serious man who sees her sweet and gentle side....I found the sex scenes quite titillating, erotic and sensual. The voyeurism, oral and F/F sex scenes definitely raised my personal thermostat to explosive proportions. The emotional roller coaster that Dalton is put on by the debauchery in the palace and Elara’s trickery set the tone of the story...I look forward to the next installment of Elara and Dalton’s adventure...A definite keeper!"--Tallyn Porter, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"4 Roses!...Truly exceptional and first rate! Kelli A. Wilkins is amazing and brilliant with her writing talents. In this book, she captures you from the first moment Dalton speaks. I totally enjoyed myself reading this book. I for one would love to see another book on this family giving Prince Allan his own story; it would be interesting to see who can tame his wildness."--Deb, SensualReads.net
He closed his eyes as Oonish worked the tension out of his neck and shoulders. “If I have another drink I won’t need to relax, I’ll pass out,” he muttered. The powerful liquor was having an effect on him already. His body felt heavy and numb. Oonish was right, if he relaxed and didn’t think about anything, he would feel better.
“If it would please you, I shall put on a show, to make you happy.”
He sighed. Oonish wanted to put on a show? Fine. What harm could it cause? “If you can do something to lift my terrible mood, I’ll give you a team of horses.”
“I would not require such a gift. Merely knowing that I please you is reward enough. May I?”
“Go ahead.” He opened his eyes and watched her walk around the sofa. She stood before him.
“First, I shall show you something you have not seen before.”
“What is that?”
“This.” She unhooked the front of her top, exposing her right breast.
“Oonish!”
She parted the top wider, so he could see both breasts. Her rosy nipples were hard. “You like?” She giggled. “You’ve never seen those before.”
“Yes, I like.” He sat forward on the sofa and stared at her chest. “You’re very well endowed.”
She inched closer. “Would you like to touch me?”
He leaned back and shook his head. “Touching is not allowed.”
“Would you like to look closer?”
He grinned. “I can look at whatever you wish to show me, but I cannot touch.”
“May I touch myself? I saw how you liked those girls last night when they touched each other.”
He swallowed hard. Oonish wanted to touch herself in front of him? “By all means, go ahead,” he replied, his voice coming out low and husky.
Oonish cupped and squeezed her breasts, then toyed with her nipples for a moment. “That feels good! It makes other parts of me tingle,” she whispered.
He sipped his drink. Who knew Oonish could be so sensual? And here he thought she was nothing but a dimwitted girl.
“Do you like my bells?” She swished her hips from side to side and her bells tinkled. “If they bother you, I could remove them.”
He smiled. “Yes, why don’t you take them off? I do like them better on the floor.”
“As you wish.” Oonish slid her hands over her chest, across her stomach, and down to her waist. A moment later, the bells landed on the carpet, along with her scarves. She stood before him wearing nothing but a scrap of pink satin.
He squirmed as a rush of blood surged to his groin. God, she looked good.
“You like?”
“Aye. And I take back what I said before, you do arouse me.” He winked. Her not-so-innocent show, combined with the drinks, was getting to him.
“Good, I hope you like this.” She turned and bent forward at the waist.
He groaned as his cock stiffened. From this position, Oonish’s satin scrap concealed nothing. She caressed her buttocks, then slipped a finger inside her covering. She moaned as she toyed with herself for a moment, then and gazed at him over her shoulder. “May I sit with you, Your Highness?”
He nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
Oonish climbed onto the sofa and knelt on either side of his hips. She bent close, pressing her breasts against his chest. He licked his lips and took a deep breath. She smelled like roses. He closed his eyes as she lowered herself onto his lap and began rocking against his stiff penis.
“I feel your mood has improved greatly, Your Highness,” she whispered. “Do you like what Oonish does?”
He opened his eyes and grinned. “Aye, but you’re a very naughty girl.”
She giggled and arched her back, shoving her breasts in his face. His head buzzed from the drinks, and he was tempted, so tempted, to take one tiny lick, just to know what she tasted like. The feel of her rubbing against his cock sent tingles up his spine. As she rocked against him, his hips jolted up out of reflex. How long would he be able to stand the delightful torture before he exploded?
Oonish wriggled on his lap. “I can feel you touching me through your breeches,” she said, gazing into his eyes. The smoldering look of lust she gave him said it all—one touch, one taste, and he could have her for as long as he wanted...