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The Plane Crash That Led to Hot Desert Nooky..
In Isabel French's Beauty and the Sheikh,
Kristen Jameson is a stunning blonde with a shy disposition and an impossibly slim
figure. Even more impossibly, she
is a twenty-four year old public relations executive with a New York firm who
has never once slept with a man.
Kristen is traveling throughout several fictional Arabian countries on business when her commuter
plane suddenly has engine trouble and crash lands in the desert. Fortunately, she only
sustains a superficial scratch on her porcelain cheek while the poor pilot badly breaks his leg
and is carted off to the nearest hospital never to be seen again. But that's okay because
it is the gallant rescue of fair Kristen that the female readers will care about anyway.
Sheikh Asad,
who we can all assume is the most devastatingly handsome and rugged man ever to roam
Fictional Arabia, witnesses the crash and literally arrives on his steed to gently
remove her from the wreckage. He ignores the snide comments of his horny brother, Tariq, and
carries her to his tent to sponge off the thin trickle of blood from her cheek and watch as she
recuperates from a concussion in record time.
In some ways it comes as a relief that Beauty and the Sheikh is not burdened
with the "I hate you, no, I love you" dynamic that is required of
couples in romance novels. After the two lock eyes for the first time,
they feel an instant attraction to each other, and then promptly hit the sheets by Chapter 3.
The book fulfills its role of a woman's source of porn, and Kristen and Asad continue their
hot nooky sessions in many subsequent
chapters as well.
If you worry that Kristen and Asad lack the sexual tension that is typical
of so many romance novels (again the "I hate you, no, I love you" syndrome), the hilarity of
the pouting, temperamental Princess Sara who believes herself to be a more suitable
bride for Asad more than makes up for it. And she sees some pretty steamy sack time herself with
a dangerously handsome, chain-smoking archenemy.
If you can suspend reality for a couple of hours--and if you've ever read a
whole sheikh romance novel, it's assumed you can--this one is good fun.
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