Hi love,
In this newsletter, I'm sharing a teaser for Charming Handsome Sheikh, a steamy enemies to lovers royal romance.
He is a rich Sheikh. She is my bodyguard. Will their hate bloom into love?
Zayed
Being the Sheikh of Azmia, one of the most powerful countries in the Middle-East, comes with a few perks. Endless parties, owning a handful of oasis including an island, sleeping around with princes and princesses, and unfortunately, having a guard to protect me.
After a little stabbing incident—no, you naughty girl, it was a literal dagger-in-my-abdomen-and-I-fainted stabbing incident—my bodyguard turns out to be none other than my ex-lover, Elena Hill.
She is strong, fierce, smart, but she is a cold witch and her existence taints my fun. The only thing I still like about her is her ample bosom. Don’t tell her, but I fantasize about them a lot.
Not to mention, she is a beautiful plaything. I had given her my own heart when we were sixteen only to be betrayed. Now all I want to do is tug at her blonde ponytail and kiss away her frown.
Having her as a guard puts a hindrance in my plan and the way Azmia is slowly starting to crumble, I have to do something about it. I won’t be able to keep my hands off of her as much as we hate each other because under our hateful guise, we adore each other. But I have grown up, charming her into my bed was one of my tricks.
I have several others left…
Elena
I thought catching the biggest drug ring leader in New York as an FBI agent was hard. Until my friend Zain, Sultan of Azmia, asked me to babysit a thirty-four-year-old idiot of a Sheikh.
Zayed Al Fasih is an irresistible asshole. The only redeeming quality his six feet three body holds is his dimples. He is handsome, charming, notoriously mischief and started a fire—yes, a everyone-needs-to-evacuate-the-palace fire in The Golden Palace of Azmia.
I have to help my friends, protect Azmia, and the charming Sheikh who loves to annoy me and somehow we always end up naked and pressed against each other. He is the last person I want to be with while his smug boyish grin slowly thaws my cold heart after all these years of hating him. Because under all his charming facade, he has a heart of gold that was broken.
As much as I hate him, I want to help him. Even if it costs me my own heart in return.
“You are cruel.”
“You don’t know cruel, Elena. Now spread your legs and let me see how much you soaked my sheets so I can spank you for it.”
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“There you are, you idiot.”
I turned around, my vision blurring as I felt my fingers slicked with my blood. My shirt stuck to my skin as I blinked at the haziness. Struggling to stand, I watched her frown of annoyance turn into worry as she ran towards me. My knees gave out and earth shook, but before I could smash my head on the floor, she caught me. Her arms soft yet strong enough to hold two hundred pounds of lean muscle.
Well, that’s what you get from sucking blood at night.
“I don’t suck anyone’s blood at night, Zayed.” Her voice was husky, ringing through my ears as she took my head in her lap, checking my eyes and slapping away my hand when I tried to touch her hair. “What’s your name?”
I pouted. “I don’t want to tell you.”
She grimaced when she lifted her eyes from my face.
No. I wanted her eyes back on me.
My fingers brushed against her cheek, red smearing on pale skin as her eyes flickered back at me. I had seen that before, I remembered. When we were kids and fools in love.
“You’re so pretty,” I whispered and let my hand fall. “It’s a pity that you hate me so much.”
She laid me down, and I winced at the sharp tug of pain on my side. “I need to catch him—”
I shook my head, trying to hold her wrist and stop her, but she stood up. “You can’t. He is too dangerous.”
“He may be, but I don’t care.” My mouth watered, even in such throbbing pain when she lifted the hem of her skirt to reach the garter strapped around her thigh. I made a low sound from my throat when she pulled out a small gun from her garter and smoothed down her skirt over her long legs, ignoring the pout I gave her. “You are such a man. It’s disgusting, Sheikh Zayed.”
“You gave a peek of your black thong to a bleeding and possibly dying man,” I tried to grin, my lids getting heavy and my head started moving. “If I wasn’t stabbed and throbbing with pain, I would be hard, my little enchantress.”
She exhaled sharply and muttered underneath her breath, “Shameless man.”
Love,
Mahi
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