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REVIEWS for Arabian Pearl [Brothers of the Absinthe Club 1]

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

STORY EXCERPT

“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 Robert 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, Robert 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.”

ADULT EXCERPT

He shifted again, licking a path downward her stomach.

She caught her breath when he ordered softly, “Spread your legs. I want to look at you.”

Submit.

Lying back on the thick coverlet, she lowered her lashes a fraction and complied, opening her thighs with difficulty, her face flushed in embarrassment.

“Wider. I want to see all of you.”

Obligingly, she opened farther, stifling the urge to protest as his hand slipped between her legs and he touched her intimately. Propped one elbow, his robe open to show his muscular chest, he stared at her exposed sex, running his finger along the crease of her labia lightly, making her stifle a gasp. “I like it bare like this,” he told her, his smile dark and almost teasing, if that could be possible under the circumstances. “I can see how female you are.” Using his long fingers, she felt him part her folds, exposing the tender, protected tissue underneath, holding her cleft open. “So pink and soft, like wet, hot velvet. Have you ever touched yourself here, Celia?”

His fingers drifted very lightly over the most sensitive part of her body and she fought a moan, the sensation was so uniquely exquisite, a throbbing beginning in the very spot he touched. “No,” she managed to admit.

Very carefully, he pushed her apart even more. She could feel the cool air on the vulnerable area he opened so wide. “You should. There is a small nub here.” His fingers glided upward as he spoke. “It is your female equivalent of my male sexual organ. When it is stimulated, you feel intense pleasure and orgasmic release. Let me show you.”

 His finger moved, touched someplace she wasn’t even aware existed, and she cried out involuntarily, the feeling was so physically pleasing. She arched as he stroked her again, his fingers circling, causing her to shut her eyes in wonder of the response of her wayward body to that skilled, carnal torture.

“You’re getting very wet,” he murmured, “and your bud is swelling underneath my fingers. That’s good, I want you ready for me when I enter you.”

She barely heard the words, her world nothing but the almost painful pleasure between her legs as he continued to caress with slightly more pressure. “Oh,” she breathed, her hips moving involuntarily as her body trembled.

“You are easily aroused. My fingers are drenched. In fact,” he said huskily, “I think that you are there.”

Where, she thought wildly as her body began to shudder, waves of ecstasy washing through her as she twisted against the touch of his fingers. It felt so sublime for a moment she stopped caring she was in bed with a mysterious stranger, not concerned that some unknown voyeur could see her abandon, but only aware of the exquisite pulse of pleasure. She was barely aware when he removed his hand and stood up, her body still humming as the English stranger who had just done an incredible thing to her slipped out of his robe.

Her eyes widened slightly as she actually saw his cock, erect and stiff against his stomach. It looked even bigger than she had imagined, but instead of being frightened, she was inexplicably intrigued.

She wasn’t going to be a virgin much longer.

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