Today is the day you can get your own copy of Entwined Destiny and have it magically (or technologically) appear on your eReader on the 12th of January.
The Blurb
Time is ticking away for Adjoa Twum. She has until the end of
the year to find a guy, fall in love, and marry. Or else, her father will
disinherit her from the family business. Adjoa hasn’t had success with the
dating game. No man meets her expectations. Esi, her cousin, suggests a fake
relationship with Adjoa’s best friend, Kwame Opoku, to pacify her relentless
father.
Kwame thinks Adjoa’s request is ridiculous. Posing as her
boyfriend might get tricky, but he can’t say no to those beautiful eyes. Once
the falsified relationship begins, things heat up. He discovers deep feelings
for her, feelings that might lose Adjoa and her friendship.
Should they take the chance and up it to the next level?
Excerpt
Adjoa’s polite knuckle knock hadn’t worked, so
her fist had to meet the door. He could sleep through anything. “Kwame, it’s me.”
When the door swung open, her eyes met a tall,
sexy man with no shirt. The sprinkling of dark curly hair on his well-muscled
chest forced her fingers to grip the handle of her bag so she wouldn’t reach
out to stroke him.
A bicep flexed as he reached up to rub his eye.
She’d always been a sucker for a man with a well-toned body, and this one met
all of her muscle criteria.
Her gaze roamed up to the face scowling down at
her. Holy crap. It was Kwame’s body
she’d been ogling. She pushed past him so he couldn’t see her blush and headed
into the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, she gulped it
down. It didn’t come close to cooling her off. What was going on?
“Why aren’t you dressed? It’s seven.” She
glanced down at her watch. “Five after seven to be exact. You should be ready
to go.”
“I had a late night.”
Another swig of water at the sound of the sexy
rumble of his morning voice didn’t help with the quiver in her stomach. Who was
this man and why did he affect her like this? She hadn’t felt this way since
she’d had that brief flutter of attraction in college. It had been easy to get
over him when he started dating that hussy architect major.
“What were you doing? Computer work?” Please say yes. For years, they’d
avoided detailed discussions about the people they dated; it seemed to be a
mutual unspoken agreement between them.
“You know me too well.”
Relief flowed out of her in the form of a long
exhale, glad he hadn’t been with a woman last night. Not that it should matter.
Just because she’d asked him to be her fake man didn’t mean he couldn’t see
other women. She didn’t even care. “Not good enough to circumvent you not being
awake by now. Get going. Make it quick so both of us aren’t late.”
As he shuffled toward the bathroom, her gaze
wandered down to his tight ass. Placing the cold, half-empty water bottle on
her warm neck, she snapped her attention away. All of a sudden, her nerdy
friend Kwame had morphed into a tempting man.
