The Desert Prince's Proposal by Nicola Marsh
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It's Friday, so it's time to move Downunder with Shona. This Friday I'm delighted because my author, Nicola Marsh, also lives in Australia.
Let me tell you a little about Nicola. She worked as a physio, before finally giving in to her lifelong urge to write in 2001. Her was first book was accepted for publication in 2003 and won the CataRomance Reviewers' Choice Award for Best Harlequin Romance 2004.
After that, there was no stopping her and Nicola now writes for Harlequin Mills and Boon Romance and Modern Heat/Presents series, has published 17 books and sold over a million copies worldwide.
The excerpt below comes from 'The Desert Prince's Proposal', Nicola's latest novel, published in the UK and the US in July, and coming out in Australia in August.
Read the excerpt and answer the three questions below for your chance to win a copy of 'The Desert Prince's Proposal' - hot off the press in so many ways...
"Welcome to the prince's private dining room." Hakim opened the door with a flourish to Bria's tentative knock. "He is waiting for you."
"Thanks," she said, her tummy tumbling with nervous anticipation as she stepped into a room taken straight from Arabian Nights.
"Enjoy your meal."
Hakim bowed and stepped out of the room, closing the door softly, leaving her trying not to gawk at her surroundings.
Everything was done in the palest shades of green, from the ice mint walls to the tiny mosaic tiles framing the traditional dome shaped windows, the low-lying sofas to the marble tiles. It had a cooling affect, like stepping into the lushest rainforest and she moved further into the room, tilting her head to absorb the impact of the ceiling.
Her head snapped back, barely giving her enough time to absorb the hand-painted mural of a dusk sky with a sprinkling of early stars scattered like diamonds across mauve silk.
However, Sam wasn't talking about the ceiling.
She could see it in every tense line of his body, from his rigid shoulders to his clenched fists, in the admiration shining clearly from his eyes and she smiled, empowered by the thought she could set him on edge this much.
"This room is beautiful," she said, wondering if he'd pick her up on the clarification.
He inclined his head as if agreeing with her though his mesmerising coal-black eyes never left her face for an instant as he crossed the room to stand in front of her.
"You are right. The room is beautiful. You are exquisite."
Her heart fluttered like a caged bird as he picked up her hand and placed a barely-there kiss on the back of it.
The kiss was nothing like the heated, erotic kiss he'd pressed to her palm at the market yesterday but the mere touch of his lips anywhere near her skin set off a chain reaction within her body as nerve endings hotwired, her skin tingled and her pulse skittered out of control.
"Did you choose that outfit especially for me?"
"I dress for myself, not to impress any man."
His mouth kicked up in a cynical smile that said he didn't believe her for a second.
"But I'm not just any man, am I?"
1) What is Bria's reply to Sam?
2) If Nicola were to paint something on the ceiling above her bed, what would it be?
3) Where and how did Nicola's own Prince propose to her?