Verity Baker has spent her life cleaning up after her father's mistakes. But one day, he goes too far and sells her, for one night only, to a local lord to pay his debts. What kind of man would buy a woman? What kind of woman would agree to be bought? COMPLETED

Marriage at such a young age should have been exciting for a girl like Eira, who is obsessed with Pride and Prejudice and its author, Jane Austen. But, what happens when, instead of the Mr. Darcy she dreamed of, she gets stuck with an average, quiet, and completely tasteless boxer? Eira Ismail is only twenty when she is forced to make one of the biggest decisions of her life. She had imagined her Winter Break home from college would be an uneventful one. In fact, she intended to spend as much of it as she could with her family. Instead, she and her close sister, Zara, somehow become involved with the two sons of their parents' dearest friends. One of them is much like Zara--boisterous, loud, and funny. The other, unlike anyone Eira has ever met. He's nothing like his younger brother or Zara, and definitely nothing like her. While she is clumsy, childish, timid, insecure, and a complete book fanatic, he is mysterious, reserved, and stunningly handsome. Eira admits she may be attracted to him at first, just a little, but nearly not enough to marry him as her and his parents both suddenly reveal she must. Despite her protests, she is forced into the arrangement and becomes a wife, all in the span of what she had supposed would be a laid-back Winter Break. Her concept of marriage is turned inside out and rearranged by this distant guy she must now call her husband, who while he remains civil to her, refuses to admit that he loves or has any feelings for her beyond friendliness. Their journey together as a hastily married couple continues to grow even more tense and complicated when a life-threatening event jeopardizes Eira's health and forces her so-called husband to finally evaluate what he feels for her.

"Why jump?" "Do you know what another word for 'autumn' is?" she asked. He stayed silent. "Fall."

I had you in my arms, locked in an embrace. We were close, so very close and we couldn't get closer. And then suddenly I fell thousands of feet, my arm outstretched praying you'd grab my arm and pull me up and tell me you'll never let me go! But you never did. And then I woke up covered in sweat, my heart beating faster than I thought possible. When the moment passed and consciousness came to me I felt two things. Content yet restless. At least it was a dream I consoled myself, but somewhere in me I knew it wasn't. This was a prophecy, it was our future; however much you might deny that there's an us. Why!? Why do you use your power suits as a disguise, and not to mention always walking away from me and telling me lies. فَلَعَلَّكَ بَاخِعٌ نَفْسَكَ عَلَىٰ آثَارِهِمْ إِنْ لَمْ يُؤْمِنُوا بِهَٰذَا الْحَدِيثِ أَسَفًا Then perhaps you would kill yourself through grief over them, [O Muhammad], if they do not believe in this message, [and] out of sorrow. 18:6 Thinking of you reminds me of the revelation sent down to our Beloved Prophet PBUH إِنَّا جَعَلْنَا مَا عَلَى الْأَرْضِ زِينَةً لَهَا لِنَبْلُوَهُمْ أَيُّهُمْ أَحْسَنُ عَمَلًا Indeed, We have made that which is on the earth adornment for it that We may test them [as to] which of them is best in deed. 18:7 You have failed yourself. You have failed your Lord. You have failed your test. I pray for your guidance. Description credit goes to the one and only JaberaRahman :)