So what if a girl has to kiss a few frogs to find her prince?
Tired of her Indian-origin mother’s relentless matchmaking, Diya Hemant is determined to find her Prince Charming on her terms. Armed with a definitive list of requirements, she is sure she’ll know her man when she meets him…
But looking and finding are two different things, especially on the tiny island of Mauritius…
When her path crosses surly British widower Trent Garrison’s, it’s hate at first sight. And though fate keeps pitting her against him, she’s certain he can’t be turned into a frog let alone a prince.
Can this modern-day princess overcome her own expectations and see beyond the ogre to the man beneath?
~A New Adult interracial romance~
"A few pages into Light My World, I fell in love with the charming island of Mauritius and one of Zee Monodee’s Island Girls. Diya is a sharp, talented woman with so much love to give. Crossing paths with Trent Garrison doesn’t seem like it will be the catalyst that will change her life forever, but it soon becomes apparent that they are a perfect fit and now that they have met, they won’t be able to live without one another. I loved the way that Diya’s life experiences with her own family prepared her to take on the surrogate mother role to a four year old and a ten year old almost instantaneously. Though young, she has a lot of grit and determination. Trent knows he has found a treasure in Diya, and his grand gestures are highly romantic, and much needed, considering he sets his foot wrong with Diya more than once. More than anything I found the lyrical voice of the author a pleasant window to another country and culture and thoroughly enjoyed the read," ~Review by Lelah
“No, I’m not okay.” She glared at the oaf. “It’s all because of you, you beast.”
“Dad?” Matthew asked. “What’s he done?”
Confirmation he was the boys’ father. Great. Could something, anything, go right for her?
“Oh, forget it,” she said as her voice broke.
Shoot, she wouldn’t cry, would she?
“Of all the people in the world….”
He spoke the words softly. The disbelief in them wiped away her feelings of self-pity, and hurt like a stab, in the same go.
Was he rude by nature, or did he always itch for a fight? Either way, she wouldn’t let him off the hook.
“What?” she asked. “Go on. What were you gonna say?”
“Nothing,” he said through clenched teeth.
“It’s not nothing. So don’t be a chicken. Say it.”
He remained stubbornly silent.
She glowered up at him. “So?”
He tightened his jaw. “You’re the one person I hoped to never meet again.”
This had to strike beyond rude. What a bastard.
Outrage at his insult filled her, but the distaste for him and his caveman-like ways won the battle. “Same here, mate.”
“You know each other?” Matthew asked as he peered back and forth at them.
“Yeah,” they both growled.