Jasmine Scented Nights

He came to steal from a princess. She decided to keep him.

Every child of the lower city knows what waits for thieves caught inside the palace: the hooks on the outer wall, and the birds. So when a tiger pins him flat among the cushions and its mistress rises from her bed in moonlit silk, the thief begs for his life.

She gives him a choice instead. The hooks at dawn, or one night as hers. Any way she wants him. Anything she decides to do, or have done. No refusing. When the night is finished, he lives.

He accepts so fast he nearly laughs. A night in a beautiful princess’s bed, and his life in the bargain. He can already picture her mouth, her hips, the pale silk sliding from her shoulders.

But princesses who keep tigers in their bedchambers are not gentle, her two favorite guards are very loyal, and the night she has in mind is not the one he pictured. Before the jasmine-scented night is over, he will moan for her, cry for her, and obey her in everything. And somewhere on her rugs, between her guards, he will learn that thieving was never his true calling.

The Princess keeps what entertains her.

This story contains explicit sexual content and will appeal to readers who enjoy merciless princesses, captive men, and captives who stay kept.