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1001 Steamy Nights-Positively Despotic
1001 Steamy Nights-Positively Despotic
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With a fierceness and determination that inhabits most volunteers, Rolanda swelled with pride as she followed her dreams of helping her fellow world citizens as she trekked across the globe to Afghanistan. What awaited her instead was a mysterious sheik that looked and breathed as if he were ripped from pages of the erotic romances which were her guilty pleasure. With her future on the line, she began to spin one tale each night for one thousand and one nights in order to secure her freedom. But what kind of freedom did he mean? Biding her time, Rolanda spun him the First Night's tale while subconsciously plotting her escape... In the land of Frumos, nothing is quite what it seems - as was true with infamous brothers Valentin and Dragoş. The Alexandrescu's, were rumored to be brutal despots, renowned for taking their land and whatever else pleased them, by brutal force. But what Kiana found as she investigated the mystery of these brothers was something beyond all comprehension...
"Bun venit, frumoasa mea," Dragos boomed out as Valentin sat mentally undressing her. "Which means 'Welcome to Frumosâ', of course."
That was a crock of bull. It meant welcome, my beautiful. Dragos took special delight in teasing, especially if the person had no idea what he was saying.
"Do you speak Romanian?" Valentin fairly barked out, sounded every bit as much like the despot he had been falsely labeled. He winced, but it was too late to take it back.
"What my brother meant to say is you have us at a loss," Dragos cut in smoothly. This was a first. Usually Dragos was the autocratic asshole while he was the smooth, debonair one. "You know who we are, but we a deprived of knowing the name of such an exquisite beauty right in our midst."
Valentin wanted to growl at his brother, but that would only make things worse.
"Yes, that is exactly what I mean to say," he agreed instead, rising to his feet to stride in front of her. She was too far away, he didn't like that. "And to request your presence at our castle."
"For dinner," Dragos added.
"And after," Valentin insisted. "To stay."
"While you are here, in our country." Dragos cutting in. He was really starting to get on Valentin's nerve.
"If that's what you want to call it," he added so there was no doubt to his meaning.
"Bun venit, frumoasa mea," Dragos boomed out as Valentin sat mentally undressing her. "Which means 'Welcome to Frumosâ', of course."
That was a crock of bull. It meant welcome, my beautiful. Dragos took special delight in teasing, especially if the person had no idea what he was saying.
"Do you speak Romanian?" Valentin fairly barked out, sounded every bit as much like the despot he had been falsely labeled. He winced, but it was too late to take it back.
"What my brother meant to say is you have us at a loss," Dragos cut in smoothly. This was a first. Usually Dragos was the autocratic asshole while he was the smooth, debonair one. "You know who we are, but we a deprived of knowing the name of such an exquisite beauty right in our midst."
Valentin wanted to growl at his brother, but that would only make things worse.
"Yes, that is exactly what I mean to say," he agreed instead, rising to his feet to stride in front of her. She was too far away, he didn't like that. "And to request your presence at our castle."
"For dinner," Dragos added.
"And after," Valentin insisted. "To stay."
"While you are here, in our country." Dragos cutting in. He was really starting to get on Valentin's nerve.
"If that's what you want to call it," he added so there was no doubt to his meaning.
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