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Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Isha Saene has perfected the act
of balancing her life—a celebrated corporate negotiator spearheading an
international trade deal that could catapult her country to one of the fastest
growing mid-sized economies in Africa, and a loyal First Princess of Bagumi
Kingdom set to seal ties with a neighbouring nation through marriage.
Until one careless moment knocks
her carefully choreographed life into chaos.
Zain Bassong has always fought
for the underdog—a patriot dedicated to fighting against the oppression of his
people by the country's elite. He believes the pen is mightier than the sword
and chooses the diplomatic route, no matter how many times he is arrested by
the repressive regime.
Until devastating news triggers a
chain reaction.
Isha and Zain are thrown together
and their lives change. For better or worse? They will have to figure that out
before it’s too late.
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Meet Princess Isha in this character interview.
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EXCERPT:
“What
do you want?” she asked in a hard tone.
“You,”
he said, his tone edged with huskiness.
Her
heart skipped a beat.
“W—what?”
she stuttered as nervousness pulsed through her.
The
last time she’d heard him utter a similar phrase, he’d been a young professor,
the youngest she’d encountered as a law student. He’d been bookish, tall,
slender, fine, so damn fine. He’d also been an activist with a susceptible heart and exuberant smile, keen
to educate young minds and impart innovative ideas.
In
the intervening years, he’d taken his campaign from the classroom to the
courtroom.
He
had changed. Gone was the youthful exuberance and mirth, replaced by the danger
and darkness of ruthless eyes,
tightly-controlled rugged face, and finely-honed muscles and the strength of a
warrior.
Something
fluttered low in her belly. A yearning sparked to life.
No.
She gritted her teeth. Where was her hatred for him? That was the only emotion
he deserved from her.
She
turned her head away. All that mattered was for her to get out of here. In a
few weeks, she would be married to Kweku, and this blip in her life would be
forgotten.
“I
came to invite you to lunch.”
His
deep voice snagged her attention.
She
couldn’t help the hysterical laughter bubbling out of her.
“Invite
me to lunch. Is that what this is? Was I invited
to your house?” Animated by anger, she paced, glancing at him occasionally.
“Did you send an email? No? An SMS? A message with my assistant? Perhaps she
forgot to tell me. Or wait. It must have been a telegram, right? You see, that
is so nineteenth century. We are in the twenty-first—”
She
paced to the far wall, turned, and halted.
Zain
strode across the room.
On
reflex, she stepped away.
He
kept coming towards her.
Her
back hit the concrete of the wall.
He
stood before her, looming dangerously, dark eyes gleaming.
So
close. Too close.
She
sucked in a deep breath. Her nostrils filled with his alluring cologne—citrus
and cedarwood—the same one that she’d always loved and made her want to take in
a lungful of him.
“What
are you doing?” she challenged.
“I’m
going to kiss you. Or perhaps I should spank you.” He leaned forward.
Her
pulse rate skyrocketed, and her mouth watered. She pressed her hands to the
wall, hoping to hide their trembling.
“You
wouldn’t dare,” she shot out. “I’m engaged to another man.”
“Wouldn’t
I?” One dark eyebrow arched, and he looked her over.
He
took another step, demolishing any space left between them, his palms braced on
the façade, on both sides of her face.
His
hardness and heat pressed against her flesh, the clothes seeming no barrier as
his mouth descended.
She
swallowed, scrambling in her brain for a way to repel him. If he followed
through with his promise, she would be lost.
“Zain,
let me go, right this minute, or I swear you will hang for this,” she said in a
hoarse voice as her throat clogged up.
He
halted, his mouth only a whisker away and
tilted his head so he could meet her gaze.
“I’m
ready to die for the people I love. Can you say the same, Princess?”
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