It's been a while since I've done a blog hop, and thus delighted today to get back into the fray with the Rites of Spring blog hop set up by the amazing Jessica E. Subject & Heather Long.
70+ authors have joined hands on this hop to tell you about a 'first' for them or their characters, and each will be giving away a prize.
And not only that, but there's also a Grand Prize to be won!
GRAND PRIZE DRAW!
1st Place: Kindle Fire
2nd Place: $50 Amazon gift certificate
To enter, it's as simple as this! Leave a comment on the post (with your email addy so we can get in touch for the individual prizes) and then sign in with Rafflecopter here (log in with Facebook or email then press the Green button). Easy-peasy!
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Here's Leila for you, peeps!
May peace be upon you...
My name is Leila Hassan Al-Nadir. I was born and raised in England, and when I turned 17, my father sold me off (and my virginity) to a man 3 times my age in the United Arab Emirates.
10 years of daily abuse at his hands did not kill my spirit, nor make me wish for death. I did pray for deliverance... which came in the form of a knight in shining armour. His name was Khalid Al-Nadir.
After my first husband divorced me, Khalid stepped in and married me.
Remember that I was sold off at 17, an Arab-origin girl who cowered around her tyrannical father. I knew next to nothing about life as a normal girl - the dates, boyfriends, harmless flirts, sweet kisses... And I found none of that in my first marriage, either.
But Khalid, he was different. He saw me for who I was; made me exist as a woman in my own right. Want to know how the first time he kissed me felt like? Then read on as to how I remembered that first time, on that fateful night when God, and Madame Eve, worked to bring us together again.
I’m falling into you.
Leila’s heart soared. He was hers for the taking—he had capitulated. And now she would have him. One more time—one last time—she would share her husband’s bed. The man who made her lust boil, who had awakened desire inside her body, made her skin crave a lover’s touch. Before being sold off, she’d barely been kissed and there’d been nothing affectionate in her first husband’s abuse.
With Khalid, she had learned what love and passion could mean. In a way, he’d been her first real kiss, at twenty-seven, that night while she sat at the edge of their marriage bed. He’d settled next to her, touched her chin with startling gentleness, and made her look at him.
“Ya gameel,” he’d said.
Hey, beautiful. The teasing note in the words had melted some of her anxiety, and she had risked a shy smile his way. He had returned the smile before he dipped his head and touched his lips to hers.
Like right now. With his hot mouth upon hers, she let go of everything—the past, the future. Nothing existed but this suspended moment of being with him.
He coaxed her lips to part. She needed no further encouragement to answer the plea. She craved a complete merging, and sighed when he teased her tongue with his. His hands snaked into her hair, his fingers tangling in the tresses while he held onto fistfuls of the long locks.
Then he stopped teasing and took control, and she let go of any other sensation that could’ve coursed through her. She plastered herself to his strong, hard body. His arousal pulsed hot and rigid against her belly, and she reveled in the power she possessed to stimulate such a magnificent man in such a blaze of want.
A man who left me.
Shut up! She refused to think of anything but her man and his lovemaking right then. She needed him, full stop. ....'
Yes, he'd abandoned me.... A part of me clung to the belief that he must've had his reasons. I won't berate him for that, because he did save me from that hell I got locked into for a decade.
But for one night - for one last time - I vowed to have my husband again, and make him mine as much as he made me his, in the only way both of us knew how: a blaze of fire and want.
Do you want to know more about our story, and how it all ends? Then head to the following places, where you can grab a copy of Once Upon A Second Chance, the tale of us getting a chance at a new beginning, hopefully.
Thanks everyone for dropping by! It's always a pleasure to meet new people and get together with others who've become friends over time.
Tell me: do you believe in second chances?
Give me your take in the comments, and enter the giveaway to win a copy, your choice, of my first published books: Walking The Edge, Before The Morning, Calling Home (don't forget to leave your email address so I can contact you!)
And don't forget to check the other participants on this hop! You can find them all here.
Big huge thanks & hugs!
From Mauritius with love,