"...An interesting tale of love and treachery. Both Rima and Khalid are strong people who fight against treachery with honor. Their attraction to each other is strong and sensual. Lovers of fantasy will take pleasure in The Sultan's Revenge."--Joyfully Reviewed
"...An entertaining story. This is the reader’s first exposure to Ms. Reid’s work and it won’t be the last. Any story that can bring forth such powerful emotions is a winner in my book!"--Fallen Angel Reviews
"5 Stars!...This book is hot. The plot is fascinating and could have been taken from one of my most erotic fantasies. The characters are well developed. Rima is strong, sensual, and intelligent and she has innocence about her. The Sultan is strong yet gentle. The small fairy-dragons, Willow and Oak are adorable and lend a mystic quality to the story. Ms Reid has captured the intrigue, jealousy and danger of the harem. The sex scenes are intense. When Rima bathes the Sultan, you can feel the sexual tension building. The way both desire the other's love and their own sexual release leads to some of the hottest love scenes I've ever read. This is book is sexy, interesting and a delightful read. If you enjoy steamy Sultans and harem intrigue this book is for you.”--Annie Deb, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
“I love April Reid, her books are always powerfully provocative and passionate and full of adventure. The relationship between Rima and Khalid is so intense, you can't stop reading. I am completely in love with her fairy dragons Willow and Oak. You will always win when you pick up anything by this author.”--Nancy, Owner of Sunshine Books
“...Filled with action, paranormal elements and most of all, love. April Reid always provides a fresh new read that is sure to please! I am always amazed how her books continue to grab from the very first page.”--Tami Sutton, The Best Reviews
“You have made your choice.” Abruptly, he strode to the door, shot home the bolt, then returned to her. “Let the lessons begin.”
He swept her into his arms, his battle-hardened muscles holding her easily. His mouth captured hers as he strode to the divan. She yielded to him. Her blood raced through her veins, heating her breasts and making them more sensitive to his touch. He brushed away the pile of loose pillows on the brocade cover, and placed her on the padded surface.
Every inch of her body responded to his nearness, drowning out the small voice reminding her she was in the arms of her enemy.
He stretched out on the divan, half over her, his mouth on hers, greedy and demanding. She opened her lips to his—to accept the thrust of his tongue. He kissed her with a blazing male hunger, as if he wanted to draw her very essence into his—as if he couldn’t get close enough.
She couldn’t help responding to his need—to the wild rawness that called to everything in her that was primitive and female. Her own passion ignited. She kissed him back, clinging to him, her fingers gripping the muscles in his bare shoulders.
His lips left hers to press against her throat, while his one hand stroked her skin from under the curve of her breasts down to the thin fabric covering her yoni. With each sweep, his fingers moved closer to her tight, sensitive nipples, then on the down sweep, dove under her waistband and fingered the curls just above her throbbing slit.
She moved her hips restlessly. A great aching need built between her legs, deep in her womb. Visions of cool fire danced in her mind. Dimly, she heard the soft, gong of the metal bowl on the table near the bench. Her captive’s chain bracelet stung her with a flash of heat. Hastily, she strengthened her mental walls against her sensitivity to metals.
In that brief moment, Khalid’s lips left her mouth. He kissed the tip of one nipple. The exquisite sensation flew through her blood like lightning across the mountain skies. He kissed the tight tip again, then raised his face and looked down into her eyes. “You like that,” he stated in a low, thick tone. “Your eyes are dark with pleasure.”
“Yesss…” she could only murmur, caught in the magic of his touch.
His hard, strong fingers circled her nipple, barely brushing the beaded tip. “Your breasts are high and firm; your nipples tight and surrounded by the sacred ring of life the warm, rich color of ripe apricots.” Lowering his mouth, he muttered, “A feast to feed a man’s soul.” His tongue swept around and over first one, then the other needy tip. He gently blew across her breasts, and she made a humming sound low in her throat. Oh, Goddess, she wanted him to do more—to fill the empty place deep inside...