Arabian Pearl [Brothers of the Absinthe Club 1]
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by Emma Wildes
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: The guest of a foreign prince, Robert St. Claire is given a beautiful slave for his pleasure. Unusual customs aside, he finds himself in a terrible dilemma. Not only is she English, but the daughter of a friend. In order to rescue her from captivity, he must use her like a harem girl in every way possible... Lady Celia Davenport has been abducted, sold into slavery, and now finds herself in the bed of an Infidel lord. If she gives him erotic pleasure with subservient eagerness, there is a glimmer of hope in her future. Anxious to escape, she finds that perhaps sexual servitude isn't the prison she once imagined. Besides, every time she gives her lover satisfaction, she receives a rare and valuable pearl as a reward. An English lord and a lovely slave find that circumstance and fate have a hand in granting those rare Arabian Pearls... [Erotic Historical: Contains graphic sexual content and adult language.]
eBook Publisher: Siren-BookStrand, Inc./Erotic Romance, 2007 March 2007
eBookwise Release Date: May 2007
471 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [130 KB]
Reading time: 75-105 min.
5 Kisses: "The Regency era has never been sexier than what you'll experience in Arabian Pearl. Emma Wildes' unique writing style is edgy and erotic. Robert's tenderness is sweet and sexy while Celia's acceptance of him and her situation is both moving and emotional. These two sensual characters create enough heat to warm you on the coldest of nights and will have you reaching for ice when things get too hot. I anxiously look forward to the remaining stories in the Brothers of the Absinthe Club series. If they're anything like Arabian Pearl, I'll need to free up more space on my Keeper shelf!"--Kerin, Two Lips Reviews
5 Hearts: "WOW!! Arabian Pearl is an amazing story. When Celia realizes the situation, she offers herself to Robert. Ms. Wildes has an incredible storytelling talent and she shows it here. Celia is a beautiful and innocent young woman who is seduced by Robert, a handsome and knowledgeable man. Their sexual encounters are beyond erotic; each night for twelve nights Robert teaches Celia something new. I was trembling in my chair as I read about their exploits. Celia grows in this story from an innocent child to an adult and sexually aware young woman. Robert knows that what he is doing is against all the rules of his society, but he does not want Celia punished and thrown into a far corner of the harem. Although they are not allowed to discuss their lives in England, they manage to get to know each other in whispers. I was simply enthralled by this story and I highly recommend it to everyone who enjoys a beautiful, graphic and erotic love story."--Marcy Arbitman, The Romance Studio
5 Angels: "This reader found Arabian Pearl a most interesting read that not only charms but titillates as well. This fascinating tale allows the reader to escape into a world of sultans, harems, and a beautiful love slave with her English lord. Even though Celia and Robert's story is so much different from the other beautiful women in Celia's predicament, I found my heart going out to those women who couldn't be helped and had to suffer their fate when they were sold into slavery. Emma Wildes blends some wonderful characters, romance, and a bit of history to make a sensual read that keeps the readers interest. She paints characters with so much emotion that touch the reader, especially the poor women in bondage, yet she creates a very poignant love story between Celia and Robert that is remarkably breathtaking making this one excellent read."--Linda L., Fallen Angel Reviews
5 Roses: "Emma has filled my imagination with this book. Ah, so many roles in this book captured my interest. Emma took us back to the days of Lords, ladies king and riches. She has given us a story that reminds me of the old Mills and Boon historical tales. Where the men were dominant but love conquered them. The one difference is that the love scenes in those older books did not even compare to the hot sensual love making that Emma writes. When you can picture the images and places in your head you know a book is superbly written! This book has become one of my favorites and I will go back to its pages more than once. Bravo, Emma! This book gets a five rose rating from me!"--Kelly, My Book Cravings
4.5 Blue Ribbons: "Inside one of London's most exclusive clubs several gentlemen gather once a month to visit with one another. As a diversion, Jonas Maxim suggests they each reveal their most daring sexual exploits. After all, they are men and sex is one of their favorite subjects. The Earl of Grayson requests the opportunity to be the first to share his tale...Emma Wildes' Brothers of the Absinthe Club series is off to a brilliant start with this gem of a tale. Arabian Pearl satisfies that wicked fantasy that many women have of being kidnapped and thrust into the life of a harem girl while still retaining a sense of independence and a hope for freedom. I love how Celia changes throughout the storyline--she goes from a shy virgin to a self confident young woman who rejoices in her own sexuality. Robert's blatant adoration of Celia really endears him to me. Arabian Pearl captured my interest from the very first page and held me enthralled right to the end. I can hardly wait to find out which of the other men tells his story of daring sexual exploits in The Bloodstone Affair."--Chrissy Dionne, Romance Junkies
4.5 Stars: "Arabian Pearl is the first book in the Brothers of the Absinthe Club 1 series which promises to be filled with great heroes and heroines as well as sizzling molten lava sex. I enjoyed the story of Robert and Celia who were both put in a situation out of their control. Robert didn't want to harm Celia but if he didn't use her as a pleasure slave she would be lost to the harem forever. Celia realizes giving Robert pleasure for two weeks is a small price to pay for her freedom and she begins to fall in love with him."--Racine, Ecataromance
"Arabian Pearl is an exotic treat for those who love an erotic twist to their historical romances. Robert and Celia are your quintessential Regency hero and heroine who completely bypass the typical courtship. Instead, they are plunged into a voluptuous feast of the senses and, in letting go of their inhibitions, find a love that is truly unique. Relayed by Robert via flashback, this is the first story to be shared by a group of best friends gathered at the Absinthe Club. With its lush narrative and perfectly pitched pacing, Emma Wildes has begun an intriguing series sure to have an eager following."--Isabelle Spencer, Romance Reviews Today
The duke's daughter was draped in clinging cloth, her eyes downcast as much as any harem offering as she entered his sleeping chambers.
Robert turned, seeing an older woman, dark-haired and dressed in flowing robes, grip his offering in one hand. She urged her forward, her other hand going to efficiently strip away the concealing cloth in one swift movement, leaving her charge nude. "See," the woman cooed, "what my master has sent you as a token of his friendship? Is she not gloriously beautiful?"
She was, that wasn't an argument. Long silken curls tumbled over her bare shoulders, her skin enticingly smooth and flawless, and her voluptuous breasts were firm and tipped with pink nipples. Any hair had been removed from her body, so the apex at her thighs gleamed pale, the open exposure of her sex something new and intriguing. She was slender except for the weight of her full breasts and that extravagant fall of lovely gold hair. He couldn't see the color of her eyes, concealed as they were by lush lashes and half-closed eyelids.
Heaven help him, he thought, he actually wanted no part of this, but his body was already reacting. His cock had begun to stiffen, almost against his will.
"She is lovely," he agreed in a murmur, meaning it.
He saw the girl's head come up slightly at the recognition of his familiar accent. It wasn't surprising that she hadn't known at once he was English. He wore a loose silk black robe and his hair was dark, his skin tanned from his recent African travels.
The woman called Lela also noticed the girl's small reaction and frowned in disapproval. "She will please you," she said firmly. "She has never known a man, yet I ruptured her virgin's barrier two days ago with an instrument designed for that purpose, my lord, in anticipation of this night. No pain should disrupt your enjoyment of her."
He tried to picture this gently-reared, privileged young woman enduring the procedure that rendered her technically no longer a virgin so she would not disrupt his carnal needs, and felt vaguely guilty just for being male. "I am sure she will be very enjoyable," he said evenly, not certain how to deal with a young and uncertain maiden facing her very first sexual encounter. There was also the fact that if she in any way acted as if she didn't wish to please him, or tried to resist, she would be punished.
And lost, Abdul had said, inside the forbidden confines of a harem.
Hell, Robert thought darkly.
"Go to the bed and lie down," the woman ordered.
For a second, the girl hesitated and her shoulders stiffened as if she might refuse, but she obediently walked a few paces to where the huge bed sat on a dais, the coverings rich and soft, pillows piled high in one corner. Climbing up the marble steps, she laid down in the middle.
His erection swelled at the significance of that supplicant pose, rising against the silk of the robe he wore. With an inward curse, he tried to stem his body's unruly response. The girl lay very still, her bare breasts quivering slightly, the flesh ripe and opulent with those entrancing pink crests.
As she took a small jar from the pocket of her dress, Lela explained in her soft accented English, "She might still be tender, my lord, and her passage is very tight. This cream will ease your entry and it increases your pleasure, as well." She approached the bed and ordered briskly, "Open for me."
Again he caught it--the flash of defiance that came and went before the girl slowly spread her legs apart. As he watched, the woman opened the jar and dipped her fingers into the substance inside, reaching between the girl's legs and parting her labia to insert her finger inside her vaginal passage, her hand moving as she spread it. More of the lotion was applied before the older woman removed her hand and recapped the jar. The only reaction he could see to the impersonal invasion of her body was that two spots of color had appeared on the girl's smooth cheeks.
"I am leaving you now. I will come for her in the morning." With that Lela moved in graceful silence across the room and slipped out the door, closing it behind her.
They will be watching as you bed her ... Abdul's warning rang in his head. If he spared Rushton's young daughter, she was doomed. Neither could he simply sit down and explain the situation either. He'd found the small slits in the wall by the bed, cleverly worked into a mosaic relief, and not only would whoever sat there and covertly watched see them clearly, they could also hear anything that was said, he was sure. It would be an insult to his host if he explained to her he was only doing this because he was forced by her circumstances.
The situation was untenable, but there seemed little choice.
Was it rape, he wondered, if both parties are unwilling to perform the act?
Well, not precisely unwilling, he reminded himself wryly. He was almost fully hard, and as he approached the bed, he felt himself stiffen further. The beautiful nude woman waiting there was not a sight any man could ignore. She watched him, her lashes still lowered, and he could see the slight rapid beat of her pulse in her throat.
He smiled at her as he sat down on the edge of the bed and reached down to touch her cheek. "What's your name?"
"Celia." The answer was hushed almost inaudible.
Yes, that was it, he remembered now. Lady Celia Davenport. "You are lovely, Celia," he told her, his fingers lightly tracing the full curve of her lower lip. Her mouth was pink and perfect and he urged her to a sitting position facing him, her long hair trailing over her slim shoulders. "I won't hurt you," he promised, leaning closer, brushing his mouth across hers.
Her eyes, azure blue at this close range, simply watched him. He kissed her again, a light pressure, tasting her.
"Tell me, where are you from?" he asked for their unwanted audience.
The slight shake of her head told him that she had obviously been instructed to keep silent about her background. "I see," he murmured, not touching her in anyway except for the drift of his mouth across her jaw. "Can you speak with me at all?"
"If you ask me a question, my lord, I will answer it if I am allowed."
Inhaling her delicate fragrance, Robert slipped his arm around her waist and brought her closer, into his embrace. Her breasts pressed against his partially open robe and he could feel the warmth of her smooth, pliant skin. Whispering in her ear, hoping it looked as if he was continuing his gentle wooing and trying to ease her fears, he said, "Do not react in any way to what I am about to say, please, but I know your father. I hope only you can hear me say this."
To her credit, she showed no outward sign of a reaction, but he felt it. Her heartbeat increased and her breathing changed slightly. He moved his mouth to her neck, pressing against that quickened pulse, before sliding upward again. With delicate care, he nibbled on her earlobe, the movement of his lips concealed by her silken hair. "I am trying to free you, but we must do this. If you understand, put your arms around me."
Her arms slid around his waist.
"And you have to submit completely or you'll be here forever."
He hoped only he heard the small sound she made, a sob caught in the back of her throat. Rushton's pretty daughter had courage, he found then, for she said in a throaty voice that would due credit to any harem girl, "You are very handsome, my lord. I hope I please you well. Whatever you ask, it is my pleasure to give it."