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  “Now that that’s settled…what do you think?” Imaad’s hand went to his pocket. “Do you want to get married?”

  She gasped as he revealed a ring box. Inside sat a glittering beast of a diamond, one that very well might require two fingers to prop up. Too stunned to respond, all she could do was stare and sputter.

  His father grinned behind him, shaking his head.

  “Annabelle.” Imaad looked up at her, his boyish smile undoing her. Tears came to her eyes, and she nodded as hard as she could, already knowing the ring would look perfect on her, and go with every outfit she owned.

  “Yes, I will.”

  “But I haven’t even asked you yet.” Imaad laughed, his voice hoarse. “I haven’t even gotten to the part about how this is your choice.”

  “I’m saying yes to whatever you want. Because I want you.” She threw her arms around his neck and collapsed into his arms, nearly knocking him over. Her body shook with his laughter, and he held her so tightly that they nearly became one.

  “I want you to be my wife,” he whispered into her ear. “Exactly the way we are. Exactly the way we want it. Exactly because we choose it.”

  “Yeah. I totally say yes to that.” She laughed, wiping at her eyes, and then pressed her lips to his so hard that she saw the salt desert stars.

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  BLURB

  After losing her parents, American artist Elena set out on a trip around the world. Now, in the sultry heat of the Middle East, she’s having a hard time imagining returning to real life back home. But with half of her vacation still ahead of her, she and her friend are packed and ready to move onto their next destination when a chance encounter changes everything. A handsome stranger with a devilish grin catches Elena’s eye, but how could she know that an innocent favor is about to change her life forever.

  Asim always relies on his intuition...with business and with women. Along with his brothers, he works hard to keep their company so profitable, but he prefers to live in the moment. With pressure mounting from his mother to settle down and marry a family friend, Asim needs an escape. He’s enchanted by the beguiling American beauty he sees at the café, and she couldn’t have come along at a better time. But when he asks her to be his fake fiancée, he never could have known she would change his life forever.

  The two waste no time coming together, but when the spontaneity wears off and Elena learns of an unexpected complication, will Asim be ready to face the future?

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  EXCERPT

  Elena sipped at the Turkish coffee, grimacing at the strange bitter flavor that, no matter how many times she ordered it in fumbling Arabic, just didn’t taste any better than the first twenty times.

  She swallowed it down anyway—it’ll get easier; it’s part of the experience—and sighed happily, enjoying the warm breeze caressing her on the balcony. This was their last morning in Beirut, Lebanon, before she and her friend Aubrey gallivanted onward to Europe. After six weeks on the road, backpacking and sightseeing and gawking and giggling, she found it hard to accept the fact that their trip was halfway over.

  Which meant real life loomed just around the corner.

  She brought the cup to her mouth again to take a sip but thought better of it. She smiled out at the azure Mediterranean Sea, watching the bustle and clamor of the street below. Cars honked, people filled the sidewalks, and street vendors proffered strange sacks in harsh voices. Gorgeous women strutted in high fashion, oversized sunglasses complementing inky black tresses. She had to pinch herself sometimes to remind herself this was real.

  Her parents would have been thrilled to know she’d made it this far. To Lebanon, of all places. The Middle East, the farthest from home she’d ever ventured. Her heart tightened in the way it always did when reflecting on accomplishments since her parents’ passing, a mixture of pride and sadness. If only they could see her. Good lord, would they be proud of her. A fresh college grad, seeing the world. Less than two months away from taking the leap into trying to make it on her own as an artist.

  “Hey, girl.” Aubrey’s voice cut through Elena’s reverie. She turned to greet her friend, pushing aside the diaphanous drapes lining the balcony door to step inside.

  “So, it turns out checkout is in half an hour,” Aubrey said, flopping onto the skinny twin bed. Elena set her coffee down on the small dresser by the balcony door. “Leaving here at noon was apparently a pipe dream. The sign on the reception desk made it sound like there were stern consequences for overstaying our reservation. Or maybe it was just a bad translation.”

  “Shit.” Elena surveyed the explosion of clothes, the still-wet towel hanging on the back of the bathroom door.

  “Yeah. We better get a move on.” Aubrey let out a long sigh. “Although we could always reserve an extra night here…”

  Elena tutted. “No can do. We have a schedule to maintain.” She tapped an imaginary watch on her wrist. Who knew where they’d be if it weren’t for her rigid punctuality. If left to her own devices, Aubrey would probably still be in Jordan, lurking around the haunting caverns and monoliths of Petra.

  “I know, I know.” Aubrey sighed, rolling onto her side. “But seriously, not even an extra day?”

  Elena leveled her with a look. “We paid for a ferry to Cyprus tonight.”

  “You’re right.” Aubrey groaned, rolling off the bed. “Time to fill up Ol’ Lumpy.”

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