Cassia was an exquisite prize. Vincent Sauvage, legendary white-slave trader, bastard grandson of the French king, meant to take her, use her, and bestow her as a gift upon whom he pleased.
She was torn from her young lover's arms, swept across turbulent seas to the brutal slave markets of North Africa, to the bizarrely erotic harem world - into the arms of the Grand Turk himself. But, Cassia was held by chains far deeper than ownership, more binding than iron shackles, more compelling than life itself.
Though many men claimed her, only one possessed her heart. He alone was destined to love her, to match her fiery ardor - and set her free.
A tumultuous tale of love that sweeps across three continents, plowing the seas of passion in the wake of the White Slave Trade.
I wasn't sure whether to give this 5 stars or none. I live-tweeted as I read it and enjoyed it for what it is an extremely problematic romp of a thing. Here is a more in-depth analysis: http://storify.com/propermiss/royal-s...
I took away a star because that whole silly scenario with Cassia being the houseguest of a weirdo artist Englishman with an obsession for Poseidon, who did a lot of talking about painting Cassia but never put his paintbrush where his mouth is, and who got off by spiking her drink and playing with her lady parts while she's in a drug induced haze could very much have been done without.
Not that old man Hasid in the harem, who somehow managed to get it up enough times so that he had hopes of getting Cassia pregnant, was any better.
For that matter, the H, Vincent Sauvage, got on my nerves too. Too bad I didn't have a brick of gold for every time he said "doucette", I could have my own Fort Knox.
It's okay to pass the time (if there's nothing better to do) but don't expect much.
Great Cover! Back in 1978 the young heroine getting sold to sexual slavery and then "re-rescued" was all the rage, although this one is nowhere near as explicit as "Savage Sands" poor Cassia does go through hell.