Nana Prah: Love Undercover

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About Love Under Cover

The last thing she expects is to fall in love with a prison guard…

Hotshot Secret Service Agent, Sarita Cerez is thrown into a medium security prison—for work. Her job is to protect the daughter of the president of South Korea. She never envisioned making friends with illegal immigrants or falling head over heels for one of the guards. Now the clandestine activity, which is integral to protecting her charge, may destroy her only chance at love.

He’s never fraternized with the inmates—until he met her…

Matthew Carter always plays by the rules, which includes maintaining a strictly professional relationship with the inmates in his charge. But when Sarita saunters onto the unit, all bets are off. Her status as a deportee with a permanent ticket to Columbia means they can never be together, but try as he might, this doesn’t stop him from risking his career for her.

He’s a man who values honesty above all else, and she lies for a living. Can two people from such different worlds find any common ground?

Excerpt

As inappropriate as the situation had turned out to be, Sarita was his. At least until she returned to Columbia in what? A few days? A week? No matter when, she would go. “No wife or girlfriend to hang out with.”

Her chest deflated with her released breath. He wished he could have taken her air into himself. I’m screwed. “What about you? Are you married or have a boyfriend waiting to break you out of here at the first opportunity?”

Her eyes blazed into his. “Single as single can be.”

The admission sparked something deep within him. He had to touch her. Nothing else mattered except having his fingers glide over her flawless mocha skin. The all-encompassing urge pushed him to stand.

With a controlled effort he strode to the area across from the television and leaned against the wall.

On every unit, one spot existed where neither the cameras nor inmates could see. Management knew about it, but the cost of adding a third camera would be too expensive for the facility to contemplate so they left it. At least that’s the story Matt had been told.

He’d never used the spot, but as he waited for her to join him, he couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

He motioned her to him with a crook of his index finger. “Come here.”

About the Author

Nana Prah is a multi-published author of contemporary, multicultural romance. Her books are sweet with a touch of spice. When she’s not writing she’s reading, indulging in chocolate, and enjoying life with friends and family.

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Nana Prah and “Love Through Time”

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Susana  gave me carte blanche for this post. I don’t think she knows what she’s gotten her blog into, but I’ll try to be good.

I have a question I like to ask a writer during an interview on my blog. Since I can’t anticipate getting asked the question any time soon, I’m going to ask it of myself here on Susana’s Morning Room.

Me: I loved your debut novel Love Through Time. Past lives, a kickass heroine and true love. Nana, can you please give an analogy of what writing is like for you?

Me: I’m glad you enjoyed it, Nana. I certainly loved writing it.

What a wonderful question. Hmmm, let me think. For me writing is like eating chocolate. It’s so delicious when you’re eating it that you don’t want it to finish. In fact you don’t stop until it’s all done, even if you put it in the refrigerator, you go back to it later.  When you’re not savoring the chocolate in your mouth, you think about it, plan to get some, or enjoy the memory of it. That’s what writing is like for me, a decadent treat that I love because it makes me incredibly happy. Except that writing doesn’t widen my hips, it expands my mind.

About Love Through Time

Defending her family – no problem. Recalling past lives – maybe just a small problem. Taking a chance on love again – well…

Jasmine Gibson has her world turned upside down when she meets gorgeous Sean Taylor. He’s the first man she’s been attracted to since her fiancé dumped her two years ago. But when the disturbing daydreams start, Jasmine begins to fear that her actions in a past life may have finally caught up with her.

Sean finds it impossible to stay away from Jasmine even though he can’t shake the inexplicable feeling of betrayal, simmering deep inside him every time he sees her.

To complicate things, someone is out to hurt Jasmine and every time she and Sean are together, the police have to be called. Even if Jasmine can make Sean trust her, the two of them may not stay alive long enough to enjoy their love this time around.

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Excerpt

“Damn, Sis, sometimes I forget about your ferocity.” Ed said. “Did you have to break his wrist?”

Jasmine glared at him. “Was he answering my question? Would they have been merciful to Mom and Dad? They came here to beat our parents down!” she snapped, but she knew she would feel guilty once the adrenaline and anger wore off.

“Damn,” Ed repeated.

She glanced at Sean out of the corner of her eye. He was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. She couldn’t know for certain what he was thinking at this point, but she was sure she had a pretty good idea. Even through her angry haze she felt the urge to comfort him, but she resisted, knowing that if she went to touch him she’d be rebuffed. Comfort would come later.

I knew I should have left him at the restaurant. She turned towards Edward. “Do you think the same Venge could have pushed Carly off the cliff in Stowe or had her pushed?”

“It’s possible, but unlikely. I don’t see the connection. Carly can be bossy and aggressive sometimes, but not enough for someone to want to hurt or even kill her. And Mom and Dad are good people. It doesn’t make sense.” Ed shook his head. “If it had been you, I wouldn’t be as surprised.”

She nodded with total understanding. “I don’t like it.”

“Me neither. We just have to keep our eyes open. Hopefully there’ll be no more attacks or accidents.”

“Yeah, but I’d feel better if I knew who was behind this,” she said. Something in her gut was telling her it wasn’t over yet.

As they waited for the police, Jasmine spent the time thinking, pacing, and avoided looking at Sean. She knew what she would see if she looked at his face, a mixture of horror and disbelief. The same look she would see in the mirror after she calmed down.

About the Author

Nana Prah was born in Ghana, West Africa, raised in the US and currently resides back in Ghana where she loves her job as a writer and nurse educator. She has been writing since she can remember (in her journal) and has been an avid reader of romance novels since the eighth grade. She has finally been able to utilize the years and years of inadvertent research into writing her own romance novels where love always conquers all.

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