The Reluctant Princess

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Every girl dreams about her prince…
Carly writes short, sweet, (and hot!) fantasy romances about sexy alpha princes and the princesses who love them.
If you don’t like hot-blooded rich and bossy men, three (or more) in a bed, and dreamy bedroom scenes in exotic locations, The Prince’s Harem romances might not be for you!
The Prince’s Harem
It’s midnight at the oasis city of Samarkand, which lies on the Silk Road from China through Persia to the Mediterranean Sea. In this land of silks and spices, caramel sand, and lapis lazuli skies, Prince Tashfin ibn Ali takes his pleasure each night from one of the beautiful women in his harem.
The Reluctant Princess
Lady Eleanor has already had two unhappy marriages. When her Bavarian husband dies, she hopes to return home to England, but her father arranges yet another marriage to the Prince of Samarkand. By the time she reaches Persia, Eleanor is determined to refuse to marry another stranger she doesn’t love. But when Tash begins his seduction, it becomes more and more difficult to say no…
The Prince has had many virgins in his bed, and he is used to women being unsure of what is expected of them. For the first time, though, he is extremely conscious that his exotic new wife-to-be has been badly hurt by her previous husband. Angry beyond words that a man would treat a woman in such a way, the Prince sets out to seduce her and show her what true lovemaking is really like…
Warning: these short tales are super-hot! Prince Tash will do anything to pleasure his wives… so so if you don’t like things super spicy in the bedroom, you might prefer another book!
Book 1: The New Princess
Book 2: The Unruly Princess
Book 3: The Seductive Princess
Book 4: The Reluctant Princess
Book 5: The Eternal Princess
**From the Inside Flap
The Prince is a stallion.I remembered her words and my heart shuddered to a stop. My husband had berated me for years for my failure to fall pregnant. Could it truly have been his fault?
The Prince raised my fingers to his lips and kissed them. "You are stunning," he said. "Exotic, with your skin white as paper and your hair like beaten gold. You fascinate me. Stay with me, marry me, and you will be safe and content--that I can promise you. My harem is a happy one--my wives look after and support each other. And I will never force you to share my bed."
He shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. "I cannot promise I will not try to persuade you, though."
"He is very good at that," Farah said. "Be warned."
He gave her another exasperated glance, then rolled his eyes. He smiled and raised my hand to his lips. "Stay with me," he repeated. "For now, at least. If you do not want to sleep with me, I will have to content myself with admiring you from afar."
I looked into his eyes. They were wide and sincere, filled with smiles.
I thought of Farah's words. "You are going to try to seduce me to your bed, though."
He gave a little shrug, but his eyes told me he had every intention of doing just that.
"You would be disappointed in me," I whispered. "I do not know how to please a man."
"It would be fun to teach you. And to learn what pleases you, too." The look in his eyes suggested he relished the thought.
Sex and pleasure had never gone together for me. Would he be able to eradicate all the bad memories I had of being abused and taken against my will?
I swallowed down my nerves. "I will come with you," I whispered. "For now."
He held my gaze, and slowly a warm smile spread crossed his face. "Good," he said.
He pushed himself to his feet, lifted my veil, and then leaned down until his lips were only inches from mine. My heart hammered, but I forced myself to sit still. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to know--however briefly--what Nedira had felt when he kissed her, and why Farah spoke of him with such love.
The Prince waited a moment, maybe to see if I would object. When I said nothing, he smiled and closed the distance between us.
My husband's kisses had been wet and slobbery, carried out with force, as if he were a dog lapping at my face.
The Prince's kiss was light, like the brush of a summer breeze on a hot day. His lips were firm and dry, and all he did was press them briefly against mine. My eyelids fluttered shut, and I became aware of the heat of the desert beyond the shade, the jangle of harnesses and the murmurs of men in the distance as they packed up camp, and the smell of sandalwood, arising from the warm skin of the man before me.
It only lasted seconds, but in that blink of a moment he cleansed me of every ugly thing that had ever been done to me. I would never forget that life, but whereas before the sky had been iron-gray and heavy with rain, suddenly the sun came out, filling me with light.
He moved back and lowered the veil. He didn't say anything, but the look in his eyes warmed me from the inside out.
I watched him walk away, trying to remember to breathe, then looked at Nedira and Farah, who had been watching the scene unfold with interest.
Nedira grinned.
"Told you," Farah said, and bit into a peach.