Turkish Delight ***** Delicious!: Book 2

This is a stand-alone novel. Book 3 in the Turkish Delight Series. Hot passionate stories set in Turkey with the influences of Arabian Nights, Ottoman Empires and proud dominant males, set in today's societies.

This is a HEA, Hot Romantic Fiction Novel. A tantalizing story of passions and desires, that unexpectedly brings together a two people through unexpected events. A stand-alone novel best read in order but not doing so won’t spoil your enjoyment.
If you love the work of Anna Hackett and Eve Langlais you will love this. This book is filled with hot sex, strong dominant men and sexy females. It’s gritty, confrontational and steam will be coming out of your ears. If you’re looking for something to get those juices flowing, you just found it. Enjoy!

Written in mainly British English, it has American words and language throughout.

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He'd spent years living with his past and family decisions. A Prince, no longer a Prince but still, he held the title. His life now more business than duty. No longer a dreamer. He did as he wished. Took care of those that belonged to him, let others go by the wayside. His reputation as a playboy preceding him. Not that he was interested, not that he cared. Very little made him care any longer. Until he saw her turning in circles, arms out, palms up, her face lifted to the sun in the town square. Oblivious to the draw she made.

Inexplicitly drawn to her. That made him interested.

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She loved this place. The sounds and smells, the culture and way of life. The people and how they lived their lives, steeped in the ancient world, customs and norms challenging the modern world. She liked old. Loved the majesty of the history and buildings, the sounds of the language, musical and beautiful. Everything about this country calling to her, Its mix of Turkish and Arabic in everything around her. You could almost believe the magic of Arabian Nights, along with the history of a bygone era. It was both modern and ancient. And it called to her.

The male standing by her table asking for an introduction was all wrong. They'd not been introduced as this culture demanded. It was traditional here more than modern and he was treating her like a tourist. Like the required traditions weren't required for her and she didn't like it. He was stunningly handsome in traditional rich Arabian clothing, unusual for this place but he wore it well. Comfortable in his own skin, confident in who he was. Too confident. Too determined.

That put her on edge. He was used to getting what he wanted, that was obvious. Declining, she packed up to his surprise walking away. Hell no. That was a complication she wasn't looking for…..