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About the author:
I have a PhD in a computational field, and work with math and datasets of all kinds, but I love words and writing is perhaps the one thing that I can do all day long. I have been working on different genres over the last several months, including horror, period pieces, erotica and fantasy. As a writer, I can only hope that our paths cross.
What inspired you to write your book?
I love writing historical fantasy and erotica. Reading George R. R. Martin sealed the deal.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Then he heard a sound. It was rhythmic sound. There were frantic moans that were deliberately hushed. He slowed down, sensed the correct direction, and tiptoed. The moans and grunts became louder, but only slightly and then he found that he was in cluttered storage area filled with earthen amphoras and bronze statues from distant Rome that wore thick coats of dust. All statues were of well endowed men, or of buxom women, in different states of lovemaking. The moans and grunts were coming from an adjacent room.
A brick wall with a stone grill built into it separated the storage room from another storage area that was much smaller. Here Younos saw what he sought – the source of the sounds.
It was Mediha, the eldest progeny of the Sultan and the Sultana. There was no mistaking her twenty two year old body, or her long, oval face, or her dusky skin and her jet black hair. She was buxom, curvy, thick – and very desirable. Right now the one desiring her, other than Younos and so many other young men and women, was a giant Nubian slave.
Younos felt horror at what he saw. The princess Mediha was fucking a common slave.