Happy Monday, friends. What a great start to the week. Please join me in my excitement as I share the cover of His Princess, the third book in the Men of Valor historical romance series set in West Africa. The ebook is out July 20, 2012 published by Breathless Press.
As always, I love what my cover artist has done here. While the cover for His Treasure is still my favourite, this one comes a very close second. I just love it. Don’t you?
Book Blurb:With the weight of a kingdom on his shoulders and his honour at stake, can a Prince truly love a slave?
Ezinne is dismayed when her mistress presents her to Prince Emeka as a concubine to cater for his every need for a few weeks. She’s a slave whose previous encounters with men make her fear their brutality.
Yet the more she gets to know the powerful yet honourable prince, the easier he breaks down the walls around her heart. She soon comes to want him more than she wants anything else, even freedom.
But Emeka is the heir to the throne and Ezinne is a woman with secrets that threaten not just their budding relationship but a kingdom.
As if he’d conjured her up by thinking about her, Nonye walked into Emeka’s obi at that moment. A smile creased his lips as he watched her glide into the room. Nonye was a consummate princess. She was born and bred as one. There was no doubt as to her status and sophistication when she walked into a room. All eyes gravitated toward her.
Except today it wasn’t entirely true. There was another girl following closely behind Nonye. The moment, he glimpsed the girl entering his outer chamber, his eyes focused on her.
His heart practically stopped in his chest. Mentally he shook his head and berated himself for staring. A warm sensation spread through him. His body’s response undeniable; the girl roused him as only one other person had been able to.
Yet, it couldn’t possibly be her.
The girl was the most stunning woman he’d ever seen. It occurred to him there was something familiar about her but he couldn’t pinpoint it. He’d seen her somewhere but wasn’t sure where.
Was she one of the Ichies’ daughters? Perhaps a princess from another kingdom?
He noted that even Amobi was staring appreciatively at the girl. A vice tightened Emeka's gut, jealousy spreading through him.
Nonye curtsied in front of him. He indicated for her to rise up, his stomach churning, spreading guilt through him. What am I doing ogling another woman? I’m a married man. I was raised by my father to value marriage. Moreover he’d made a promise to work at keeping a good relationship with his wife, Nonye. Yet here he was blatantly admiring another woman in her presence. His disgust for his actions left the bitter taste of bile on his tongue.
Forcing himself to, he turned toward Nonye and smiled, taking her hand to guide her to her chair next to his. When she smiled back at him, his guilt eased a little. Yes, his marriage wasn’t perfect but he was committed to it. Nonye was a beautiful woman, though there were certain behaviors of hers he didn’t like. He’d already made a vow to himself that they would work through whatever issues they had together.
Though every pore of his body was aware of the other woman still standing in front of him, he decided to ignore her and keep his eyes on Nonye. He needed the woman gone as soon as possible and wondered why Nonye would bring her to his chamber.
He couldn’t keep his irritated nerves from reflecting in his voice. “Nonye, I was in a meeting with Amobi. Is there something you need from me?”
“Please forgive me, my prince, but I need a private audience with you.” Nonye batted her doe eyes at him, her face screwed up in a frown.
His guilt rose again. His grip tightened on his chair armrest. He’d never raised his voice to Nonye, yet because of another woman’s presence, he was so riled, he’d lost his temper.
That was no good. He needed to take back control of his person. Loosening his grip, he extended his arm and took Nonye’s hand in his.
Amobi said, “My prince, I think we’ve concluded our discussion. If it pleases you, I’ll come back another time.”
Emeka nodded in agreement. His friend was nothing if not diplomatic. Nonye knew better than to interrupt him when he was in a meeting with his special adviser except if the reason was of utmost important and urgency.
“Amobi, thank you for your time. I’ll speak to you later.” Emeka waved his hand to dismiss Amobi and the personal guards who always stood behind his chair.
When they left the room, Nonye indicated for the girl to approach. The moment he turned to look at the girl again, his sight was riveted to her. She was indeed the most beautiful maiden he’d seen. She had very long braided black hair, twisted and decorated with beads in a pile on her head.
Her face was heart-shaped with almond-shaped beguiling brown eyes, a small nose and full sumptuous lips. Her skin glowed like polished ebony wood and the decorative uli on her body enhanced her beauty. Several rows of elephant tusk beads hung around her neck partly covering her full breasts, indicating she was an unwed maiden.
More beads hung around her waist, accentuating her slim midriff. Her wrapped ornate thick-woven skirt flared over her round hips and stopped just above her knees. There were more beads on her lower legs and ankles. She was dressed almost similar to a young bride on her wedding day.
Emeka wondered what she was doing here. Does she come to seek my blessing? Somehow the thought of the girl marrying some unknown man had his heart constricting again in jealous rage.
Who is she?
So what do you think? Do you love the cover/excerpt? Share your thoughts, please. Me, I can’t wait for the 20th. J