Aimée
In the sultan’s harem, power was a blood stained scimitar, love was the whim of a barbarian...and its ways prescribed by his academy of love. An empire’s most beautiful woman had studied there. But none learned their lessons quite as well as the French girl named Aimee Dubuc.
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