Book IV of the Desert Princes of Jikkar

He vowed never to love again. Then he met her.

Amani Bantish has been passed over five times for marriage. She fears she has no hope for a husband until finally, the Spider Prince accepts her as his bride. Not for love, but to bear him an heir.

Two years ago, Ziyad Bihar lost his first wife, Karis, and their unborn son under the hooves of a raider’s horse. No one else could possibly compare to the woman he’d once loved, therefore his new bride will not be his princess.

But Ziyad cannot deny that the more he gets to know Amani, the more he fantasizes about his minx of a wife. Yet his loyalty to Karis pulls him deeper into his despair. When Amani’s life is threatened by the very man responsible for Karis’s death, Ziyad realizes he must fight for the woman he loves, or risk losing it all again.

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I have one word for this book: magical.

The beginning of this magical tale starts when a woman agrees to marry knowing that her new husband does not love her, and tells her she will never be the Spider Princess. What a cruel and heart breaking way to begin a marriage and it did something to my heart just thinking about how Amani must have felt. With a beginning like that, it made it impossible for me to put this book down ones I started reading. Before I could get far into the book I found tears in my eyes — my heart bled for Amani Bantish Bihar.

However, if I had a broom I would have loved to use it on Ziyad Bihar, the Spider Prince. Talk about getting lost in a book! The Spider Pince is one that will pull you in and hold you until the end.

Would I recommend this book? You bet I would and as well as tell you to have a few tissues ready as the story unfolds. ~~Myrtle, Whipped Cream Reviews

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Much of the story is centered on our leading couple with an emotionally intense yet appropriately fast pace. When the story moves back to the overall series plotline, it’s done brilliantly with shocking turn of event results and a little teaser into the Jackal Prince’s future. I am impatiently awaiting the next installment to this fabulous series and encourage every reader of romance to give it a try. To better understand the overall storyline, I fully recommend starting with The Viper Prince (Desert Princes of Jikkar, #1), and if that’s not enough encouragement just take a look at all of the delicious covers there are to choose from. You’ll think you’ve found and read your favorite until Ms. Goings writes the next one. ~~Yadkny, Pagan and the Pen Reviews

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Excerpt:

“You don’t believe that I think you’re beautiful.”

“I’m sure that you do,” she answered. “You wouldn’t want ugly sons.”

“That’s not funny.”

“I’m not laughing.”

Ziyad’s eyes were on fire as he gazed down at her. “Karis was indeed beautiful, but if memory serves, I flirted with you on occasion, before I married her. I thought you were adorable.” She tried to look away, but his palms on her cheeks stopped her. “Don’t hide from me.”

“Please don’t say things like that.”

“Like what?” he challenged. “That I’ve always believed you to be a beauty? That I know you wish I’d married you instead of her?”

Amani’s temper burned hot. She yanked away from Ziyad and gave him a scalding glare. “Yes, Spider, I do wish it. Only because it would be me in that grave. Then you would be with Karis right now, and you wouldn’t have to be in so much pain!”

With one stride, he stepped close and wrapped his arm around her waist. The other hand buried itself in her hair. He didn’t say a word, nor did he hesitate. His lips were on hers before she could form another thought. Amani whimpered and he took advantage of her shock, forcing her mouth open with his tongue.

She couldn’t think much beyond his assault. Every one of her senses was filled with him. She couldn’t escape, all she could do was hold onto his robes and hope she didn’t crumple at his feet.

So many times she’d dreamt of kissing the Spider, but she never knew how much the reality would rock her, lost in his arms while his mouth claimed hers. It was difficult, keeping up with him. But the taste of him was unlike anything she’d ever imagined—sweet, yet succulent at the same time. The Spider’s mouth scorched her, burning her from the inside out.

Ziyad pulled away just enough to whisper, “Say my name, Amani.”

“No.”

He kissed her again, brutally this time, bringing her down to press her into the hot sand. Amani squealed with surprise, but didn’t try to stop him. She could no longer see his caravs, but that didn’t mean they weren’t over the next dune.

“Say it,” he commanded again, this time leaving a trail of wet fire down her neck.

“I will not. I cannot!”

He bit her. Gods, but she cried out at the sensation of his teeth where her neck met her shoulder. Her clit throbbed and her pussy was wet. Ziyad’s use of sensual force had her heart racing and her body willing for his cock.

“We must…we must return…to your caravan. Spider!”

“Not until you say my name. Have no fear, woman, I will make you say it.”