Starting my week on a Wednesday and with a bit of temptation for you in the form of an extract.
Second Chance to Wear His Ring
A forgotten past…
Could pave the way to forever!
When millionaire Mansur Ali is called urgently home to Somaliland, he’s shocked to find that the woman who broke his heart needs his help. After an accident, Amal has lost many memories…including Manny’s marriage proposal and her rejection! Manny will help her seek treatment in Addis Ababa, but he’s resolved to keep his heart firmly off-limits. A promise that is tested when their journey brings them closer than ever before…
This excerpt from Second Chance to Wear His Ring, my debut Harlequin Romance/Mills & Boon True Love, is happening on a plane. My heroine, Amal is getting airsick—she’s never been on a plane and she’s realizing she may just be aerophobic. My hero, Mansur is distracting her from her queasiness and anxiety.
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“What’s it like living in America?” she asked. She wanted to forget that she was his obligation, and that he was being a dutiful son to his mother and nothing more.
“It’s nothing special,” he said.
Amal tipped her head to the side. “It’s different than life in Hargeisa, isn’t it?”
“Of course—but that’s a given.”
At first, she truly believed he would leave it there. But then Mansur cleared his throat and continued.
“Pittsburgh is a good city. I don’t explore it as much as I should, but when I manage to get out of my office I find there’s never a lack of something to do.”
Amal gripped her armrests as the plane shuddered against some turbulence. Gritting her teeth, she implored, “Describe it to me, this city of yours.”
Again, she’d expected him to stonewall her. But he shocked her with his reply.
“Skyscrapers that appear to touch the heavens on the streets of Downtown. Bridges and rivers as far as the eye can see. It’s a historic and diverse city full of music, art, sports and soul. And the food…” he said with a small but warm smile. “You’d have to taste it yourself, but I’d say it can’t be beat.”
Amal closed her eyes as the plane swayed violently again. She pictured his city instead, hoping she wouldn’t upchuck the tasty breakfast as her stomach swooped with her rising fear. She wouldn’t have stepped on this jet if she had known how scary it was to be tens of thousands of feet above ground. They were helpless against the turbulent winds and pressure up here.
“Are you all right?” Mansur’s silkily deep voice asked.
“Just a little queasy,” she confessed. It was her first time flying. She hoped he’d cut her some slack if she did wind up vomiting in his ritzy plane.
“Would you like a sick bag?” he asked, concern roughening the timbre of his voice.
“Maybe that’d be a good idea.”
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Hana Sheik falls in love every day reading her favourite romances and writing her own happy-ever-afters. She’s worked as a data entry operator, customer service rep, telemarketer, and ghostwriter—but being a romance author is without a doubt the best job ever! Born in Somalia, she moved to the beautiful capital of Canada as a toddler, and still lives there happily with her family.