ArrangedDayita Samar comes from one of Loa Mali’s most respected families. The Oxford-educated scientist has dedicated her life to her country’s future. But under her staid and calm exterior, Day hides a few sexy secrets of her own. She is willing to marry her king, but also agrees that they can circumvent the law. Just because they’re married doesn’t mean they have to change their lives. It certainly doesn’t mean they have to fall in love.
After one wild weekend in Dallas, Kash discovers his bride-to-be is more than she seems. Engulfed in a changing world, Kash finds exciting new possibilities for himself. Could Day help him find respite from the crushing responsibility he’s carried all his life? This fairy tale could have a happy ending, if only they can escape Kash’s past…
Excerpt
“Are we a happy
couple?”
“I don’t think we’ve
had time enough to be sure of that yet, but I know we were once.” She’d thought
it through in a way she never had before. She had a much different view of
those months with Kash in England. “You were courting me back then, weren’t
you? You wanted me to be your girlfriend.”
He sat down in the
plush chair that dominated the sitting area portion of his bedroom. Normally
they stayed in the living room, but he’d wanted more privacy. This was the only
place in his suite that wasn’t covered by CCTV, the only place where they could
truly be alone. Everything about the space was masculine and decadent,
including the man himself. With his hair disheveled and his chest on display,
it wasn’t hard at all to see him as a primal male.
One she’d dearly
enjoy taming.
“I don’t think you
realized it at the time.”
She was willing to
admit her faults. “I didn’t. I had my nose in a book most of the time back then
and I had little experience with men. No, I had no idea you were interested in
me beyond copying my notes from class when you slept in.”
“It would surprise
you to know that I often thought about sleeping in with you.” His voice had
gone low and gentle. “I was crazy about you back then, Day. I find myself in
the same position today, but I don’t want to scare you. I know you think we
should take this slow and I will honor your wishes, but I want this marriage to
work. You see me as a playboy, but I don’t want to be some forty-plus player
who trades on his money to keep young girls around him. I think it might be
time for me to find out if I can be the king my father would have wanted me to
be.”
It was all she
needed to hear. If he wanted to try, she was ready. Despite his reputation,
she’d fallen right back into a peaceful friendship with him. He’d been the old
Kash, supporting her when she needed it. He’d asked her questions about her
work with the education department and then gave her ideas on how to handle the
parliament. He hadn’t told her what she should do. He’d suggested, debated.
“I think you’ll find
me less averse to giving this marriage a real try than you think. I was
planning on talking to you about using the Palm Ceremony to begin to explore
what we could be as a couple.”
He frowned. “I’m not
sure what that means. You want to talk? Or have counseling? Because that sounds
terrible.”
“I was talking about
sex, Kashmir. I thought we could use this time to see if we’re sexually
compatible.”
He popped up out of
his chair like an eager puppy. “Yes. I think that is a brilliant idea. We
should start now. Don’t worry. I intend to be gentle with you.”
She didn’t move at
all. “Like you are with your lovely flowers?”
“Women deserve a
man’s care,” he said quietly. “Day, I can’t erase my past.”
“I don’t want you
to.” He misunderstood her problems with his statement. “But I do need you to
understand that I’m not one of those flowers. I’m not here to sit at your side
and bat my eyelashes in the hopes that you’ll buy something for me. I don’t
work like that. I don’t care about your money.”
“That is easy for
you to say. You’re about to have access to all of it, aren’t you?”
He had a point.
“Even if I wasn’t, that wouldn’t be why I would want you, Kash. Sit down. We
have some things to talk about before we get started. Come here close to me.”
He moved to the
chaise she was sitting on, lowering himself down with a sullen frown. “I knew
there would be talking.”
She was fairly
certain his lovely flowers did very little talking, but he would get used to
it. “Why did you want me back then?”
“I liked you. I
liked talking to you. I liked being around you. I rather liked who I was when I
was around you.” His expression softened. “I don’t think you knew how alluring
you were to someone like me. You didn’t understand how beautiful you were, so
you didn’t use it against me. Most women do.”
“Well, that happens
when you surround yourself with women who are mostly valued for their looks. I
don’t blame them. They’ve been told their beauty is the only thing worthy about
them. If you want to meet women who don’t feel that way, you should probably
expand out of models and actresses.”
“Well, you would be
surprised how many gorgeous, sexy physicists turn me down because I’m not smart
enough for them.”
ABOUT LEXI BLAKE
NY Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn't until she started writing romance and urban fantasy that she found the stories of her heart. She likes to find humor in the strangest places and believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome, or foursome may seem.
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