Nasrin

I did not plan to call him husband the night we met. The handsome, wicked stranger who called me his wife. Let alone share a bed with him.

I have no choice but to forget the events of that night and move on. Being a Princess of Maahnoor comes with a cost.

I have to forget him even if my body craves his tender touch. His obsidian eyes curling with hunger. And how perfect he felt above me.

But what I did not plan was... that handsome stranger will take our fake-marriage seriously and order me to accept his proposal.

My marriage to Zain Al Latif, the Sultan of Azmia.

All I know is that I won't be able to refuse him. Especially the dirty, wild words that come out of his sinful mouth.




Zain

I did not plan to wake up beside the beautiful brunette who wrecked me when her soft lips touched mine. Nasrin Elbaz, Princess of Maahnoor, the only country I have animosity with. Let alone forget the events of the night before.

I have no choice but to talk to her again, ask her about the night we spent tangled in bed and woke up with love bites. I thought meeting her again would dim the aching fire within me.

But I cannot resist her.

So I will claim her as mine. My Sultana. My Wife. My Lover.

I, Sultan of the most powerful and richest country in the Middle East-the country that bleeds gold-will propose to Princess Nasrin for a marriage. If she rejects me...

Well, I have been told that I can be quite persuasive and demanding when I want to be.



PREVIEW:

Zain chuckled, his laugh devoid of any humor making me shudder. He leaned closer and my eyes widened when his lips went past mine to press against my ear as he whispered, "I don't want to know why you think so lowly of me but I assure you, future wife..." A slither of pleasure rolled over my spine hearing his rumbling velvety voice, his lips brushing over the shell of my ear, "That you would be the one begging me to touch you."

He was so right, he had no idea.

I would beg. For him. Only him.

My eyes were glazed when they roved over his powerful, lean body, the muscles on his biceps moving when he leaned back on the stool. I pressed my teeth on my bottom lip, the air around us thickening with the steam, exotic oil, his musky cologne.

I met his eyes. "Then I beg you to touch me, Zain." I swallowed the lump in my throat and added in a soft whisper, "Please."









Dirty Wild Sultan is steamy and erotic. No cliff-hangers! It is a perfect read if you enjoy sweet, sexy romance.

Explore the world of dirty and filthy mouthed royals with hearts of gold as they woo their love interests with their charm.

Dirty Wild Sultan is the first book in the Alluring Rulers of Azmia Series and all the books can be read as a standalone.



I love the steamy scenes, the relationship between Zain and Nasrin and how close he was to his siblings

The book was amazing and wholesome