🥇Romance, The April Awards
🥇General Fiction, Pawesome Award
🥇The Coalition Awards, Voting Track.
🥇Best World Building, The Platinum Awards
🥈YA, The Free Writer Awards
🥈Chicklit/General Fiction, The Ballsy Tea Awards
🥈New Adult, The Grand Library Awards
🥈General Fiction, 2022 Rose Gold Awards
🥈Best Protagonist, The Free Writer Awards
🥉Best title, Hall of Fame mini Awards
🥉 Best Prologue, The Platinum Awards
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#53Royals
Eira Murad, a struggling bellydancer in New York City, was fully determined to achieve all her dreams which were, unfortunately, miles away from her reach. Fate really had something else planned for her.
She's always dreamt of royalty, fantasizing Jasmine and Aladin's love story ever since she could remember. In reality, she was drowning in debt, and wasn't sure how long she would be allowed to live.
Her life takes such a drastic turn as she gets thrown into a different continent. She now has no one to confide to and is forced to thrive on her own, navigating through all the mysteries of her kidnapping.
What's more unexpected is that she is suddenly living in a lavish Royal Palace, close to the dashing young Crown Prince of Shakhghar, Sheikh Raed Al Hashem. Amidst the labyrinth of truths and lies alongside scorching-hot interactions with the handsome Royal, for how long can she hold everything in?
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She feebly rested her face in the right side of Raed's neck, his short wet hair tingling her skin. The proximity between them was even more heated than the scorch of Shakhghar.
"And, how long do you plan on staying like this?" He croakily asked, in a hoarse whisper.
"As much as I wish to," She daringly said and she felt his bare skin against hers as he drew her closer, his defined muscles bulging while holding her weight.
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*This story is not related to any kind of muslim traditions/beliefs, and is not based on religion.
"Strip."
I felt like I misheard him, but his hardened features said otherwise. I gulped down the lump in my throat and moved my hands to my back to unzip my wedding dress.
"Princess, I suggest you to hurry," his golden eyes bore into mine, making the bottom of my stomach drop.
I turned my back to him as I pulled down the zipper, but his growl made my hands tremble, "Keep facing me."
I turned to face him, suppressing my tears and holding onto what was left of my dignity.
"When I said strip, it meant not a stitch or piece of cloth on your body," he said as I stepped out of my dress that pooled around my feet.
"Why are you making me do this?" My voice came out shaky, and my chin wobbled.
"I own you, remember, Princess?" He reminded, rolling his tongue, with an evil smirk on his face and a predatory glint in his eyes.
Book #3 Al Jahaan Series.
Can be read as a standalone.
Published 6th Nov 2021
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