Second Chance to Wear His Ring
A forgotten past…
Could pave the way to forever!
When millionaire Mansur Ali is called urgently home to Somaliland, he’s shocked to find that the woman who broke his heart needs his help. After an accident, Amal has lost many memories…including Manny’s marriage proposal and her rejection! Manny will help her seek treatment in Addis Ababa, but he’s resolved to keep his heart firmly off-limits. A promise that is tested when their journey brings them closer than ever before…
Author Bio – Hana Sheik falls in love every day reading her favourite romances and writing her own happy-ever-afters. She’s worked as a data entry operator, customer service rep, telemarketer, and ghostwriter—but being a romance author is without a doubt the best job ever! Born in Somalia, she moved to the beautiful capital of Canada as a toddler, and still lives there happily with her family.
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Massive thank you for having me on your blog, Lisa!
I picked a short and sweet excerpt from my debut Harlequin Romance/Mills & Boon True Love, Second Chance to Wear His Ring. It’s the opening to a scene that I loved writing. The scene takes place in beautiful Bishoftu, Ethiopia—a place I’m longing to visit one day.
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Amal had expected a walk around the lake, but Mansur had something extra planned.
She took the hand he offered her when she crested a ditch and climbed down to his level on the thin strip of beach. He didn’t pull his hand away and, like he had with the helicopter, guided her over to the boat awaiting them.
A skinny young man stood in the boat, long paddles in his hands.
“I thought this last visit should be the most memorable.” Mansur guided her to the lakeshore, his eyes hidden by his shades but a smile twitching over his lips. “I promise it won’t be as nerve-racking as the plane and the helicopter.”
“Speak for yourself,” she muttered, queasiness rippling through her at the sight of the murky lake water. It had looked so serene from afar. But knowing she’d be riding a boat over it had changed her pleasant view of it. Gulping, she said, “I don’t know how to swim.”
Mansur gestured to the orange float vests on the beach. “That’s what the life jackets are for. And I’ll jump in and rescue you if you do take a dip in the lake.”
He gave her hand a comforting squeeze, and she tightened her fingers on his and peered up. “Promise?” she asked.
He released her hand, stooped to grab a life jacket and opened it out to her. “Promise.”
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