"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single woman in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a husband."
Wait, that's not quite right.
Malak, for one thing, does not have a good fortune, at least not the finanial kind. Still, she always felt like she had it all, though some would argue that point, especially distant relatives. But she just made tenure, upgraded to Yamaha bike with that bonus check, and most importantly, the adoption process has been finalized and she was the proud mother of the 15 year old Noor, after fostering for five years. But most people back home, all they can see is a established but single Muslim woman in her 30s in desperate need of a man, who doesn't put enough effort to get married, and selfishly chose to have a child on her own.
Over the years, she's avoided potential blind dates like cooked meat on Eid morning, but deep down, she wasn't sure she could get past her belief that love and marriage weren't in her 'qadar' file.
Still, nothing is ever as it seems, and when it comes to love, Malak knows better than most, that it is best not to be blind.
*Formerly His Desire*
"You think you want me, but I don't think you could handle what I would do to you." His stare is relentless.
I smooth my hands down over my nightdress, feeling his words glide across my skin. "I could..."
"I'm not sure I would be the kind, gentle lover your sweet Caspian would be," he warns quietly.
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As a Princess, Kiva is always in danger.
So much so, one night, her home is broken into, where it is revealed her attempted killer is her mate.
Before she has a chance to speak to him, he vanishes into the night.
For her protection, a dark and dangerous mercenary is ordered to keep guard of her, and as time passes, Kiva finds herself desiring him more and more.
All while trying to find her elusive mate, and deny feelings for a man who may lead her right to the truth.