Debut author, Ayesha Patel, weaves a spicy, sexy, multicultural NA romance with PRIYA IN HEELS, an Embrace by Entangled Publishing novel.
Dubbed a romance that's "sweet and sexy with a dash of spice" by USA Today Bestselling Author Nicola Marsh, this delightful multicultural contemporary romance centers on a perfect daughter who falls in love with an imperfect man. Readers will cheer for Pree as her relationship impacts her parental relations, her friends, and her career as doctor.
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Praise for PRIYA IN HEELS:
"Priya in Heels is an exquisite mix of culture, romance, and humor all brought together by two characters you can't help but love from the get-go. It's a must read!" —NYT Bestselling Author Anna Banks
"Chemistry jumps off the pages in this sexy-fun tale of family, “firsts," and doing anything for true love. I swooned over Ty right along with Pree!" —USA Today Bestselling Author Ophelia London
Priyanka Patel is the epitome of an obedient daughter. She’s finishing up her medical residency at one of Houston’s busiest emergency departments, and has agreed—albeit reluctantly—to marry the man her family has chosen for her. The only thing that can derail the “perfect” life laid out before her is the sexy musician down the hall who wants into her life…and into her bed.
Tyler O’Connor has been infatuated with Priya since she treated his sprained ankle in the ER, and after saving her from a brutal attack, he can't get her out of his head. When Priya puts her family's wishes before their relationship, agreeing to an arranged marriage with another man, Tyler is devastated.
But love is fierce and unreasonable and clashes with the carefully sculpted life her parents want for her. Is going after her heart such a big deal, or will it truly unravel Priya’s world?
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About Ayesha Patel:
Ayesha Patel was born in the rich and colorful state of Gujarat in western India before moving to Texas. She quickly found her footing in languages and creative writing and weaves her diverse background into her stories. She currently lives in the beautiful, though rainy, state of Washington with her husband. With a splendid view of Mt. Ranier behind her, a cup of coffee in her hand, and a ridiculously fast laptop at her fingertips, Ayesha is thrilled to explore the literary world.
He smiled against my neck as I gasped. “Did I mention how beautiful you look in the candlelight, especially now that you’re flushed?”
Saying something witty or sexy seemed like the smooth thing to do, but all I managed was a breathy, “Oh, Ty…”
“Didn’t I promise?”
“Yes,” I rasped, drawing the hair at the nape of his neck into my fist.
“The kissing, the touching, the sounds you make…I like doing that to you.”
I glanced at his lap. “I can tell.”
“I wanna do more to you.”
I played along, falling into sinister territory. “Like what?”
In a gritty voice, he went on to tell me the sorts of things a man intoxicated with passion planned to do to an innocent woman like me.
“Like slip these off.” He hooked a thumb under both my shorts and my panties. Something about the way he caressed my hip, skin to skin, drove me wild.
“And kiss you here.” He stroked the inner edges of my thighs.
I nearly had a heart attack when he lowered himself. I couldn’t breathe, and oh lord, if I let Ty do what he wanted to do, I might just spontaneously combust. For the sake of my sanity, and my lungs that burned from oxygen deprivation, he stopped at chest level, his eyes dark with desire.
“Let my mouth explore this.” He splayed his fingers wide across the expanse of my stomach beneath my shirt. When his thumb grazed the bottom of my breast, I hiccuped a breath.
“And taste here.” He kissed my breast, over my shirt, and I may have dug trenches into his shoulder, considering how hard I gripped him.
My head reeled out of control.
Euphoria wasn’t a strong-enough word to describe the sea of pleasure I was drowning in, or the way my skin tingled and burned wherever he touched. His mouth, wow, who knew a man could make me go weak with that thing? He kissed the hollow of my throat and a whole new roller coaster began.