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The Bride Test ARC

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Goodread's Big Books of Spring 2019 — Romance
'Such a fun read… Original and sexy and sensitive.' Roxane Gay, author of Bad Feminist, on The Kiss Quotient
From the bestselling author of The Kiss Quotient
Khai Diep has no feelings. Well, not big, important emotions — like grief. And love. He thinks he's defective. His family knows better — that his autism means he just processes emotions differently. When he steadfastly refuses to consider a relationship, his mother takes matters into her own hands and returns to Vietnam to find him the perfect bride.
As a mixed-race girl living in the slums of Ho Chi Minh City, Esme Tran has always felt out of place. So when the opportunity arises to go to America and meet a potential husband, she can't turn it down. This could be the break her family needs. Seducing Khai, however, doesn't go quite as planned. Esme's lessons in love seem to be working… but only on herself. She's hopelessly smitten with a man who's convinced he can never return her affection.
As Esme's time in the United States dwindles, will Khai let his head catch up with his heart? Will he find the strength to let go, and let love in?
'Refreshingly real.' Marie Claire on The Bride Test
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    LUNAhar citeretfor 22 dage siden
    Instead of going to hunt for her and do damage control, however, he pulled her pillow close and buried his face in it. It smelled of clean laundry, shampoo … and her. The smell was faint, but he recognized it. Soft and sweet, gentle. She’d spent the night here, in his bed, in his space, with him, and left part of herself behind. He let himself drag in a lungful of her scent, one more, and a last one before he grew disgusted with himself and got out of bed. So what if she smelled good? She still drove him crazy.
    ivyhar citeretfor 8 måneder siden
    Esme went to hug her girl. “Yes, you are. You make Mommy proud.”

    “I’m proud of you, Mommy,” Jade said, earning a teary smile from her mom.

    As Khai watched mother and daughter, he recognized he was the proud one. Four years ago, he’d thought he had too many women in his life to have room for another, but he’d been wrong. He’d had just enough room for two more, and his heart, he found, was very far from being made of stone.

    He wrapped his arms around them and kissed Esme’s temple. “I’m proud of both of you.”

    Esme smiled and asked Jade, “What do you think? Are you ready for Mommy to marry Cậu Khải?”

    Jade danced in place. “Really? This summer? The drive-through wedding in Las Vegas?”

    Khai laughed. “You sound more excited than your mom.”

    “Then you can adopt me, and you’ll officially be my dad,” Jade said.

    Khai’s chest swelled, and not once did he tell himself it was a heat flash or a health problem. He knew exactly what it was.

    When he looked at Esme, her green eyes softened, and she ran her fingers over his jaw. “Look at that smile and those dimples. You must love us a lot.”

    “More than a lot. Are you sure you want to do it this summer? I can wait as long as you want.”

    He’d already put Esme and Jade in his will, though they didn’t know—about the will itself or all the money they’d be inheriting from him because he had no idea what to do with it. That stuff wasn’t important.

    All that mattered was that they’d be taken care of if something happened to him. Not that they needed him at all. Esme was a force to be reckoned with.

    “I’m ready,” Esme said. Then her lips curved. “And I want to see Elvis.”

    He laughed. “No one in Vegas is the real Elvis.”

    Eyes sparkling, she said, “I know. But maybe they feel like Elvis inside. That’s the important part.”

    He brought their foreheads together as he laughed again. “You’re definitely stranger than I am.”

    “No way.”

    He grinned.

    She grinned back. “Em yêu anh.”

    Without hesitation, he replied, “Anh yêu em.”

    The words wrapped around and around them, drawing them together.

    Em yêu anh yêu em.

    Girl loves boy loves girl.

    ivyhar citeretfor 8 måneder siden
    He flinched and let his gaze roam over the crowd, and Esme knew he hated their attention as much as she did. Eventually, however, he focused on her again, stepped forward, and spoke.

    “Anh yêu em.”

    She drew in a silent breath and covered her mouth, too shocked to speak, to do anything. Even in her wildest dreams, he told her in English.

    He took another step toward her, and another, until they were a mere arm’s length apart. Looking at her like she was everything, he said, “I love you. I told myself I didn’t. Because I was afraid to lose someone again, and I doubted myself, and I wanted only the best for you. But the feeling has gotten too big to deny. My heart works in a different way, but it’s yours. You’re my one.”

    He motioned toward Gleaves and Quân, and both men stood up straighter.

    “You have options now. You don’t have to marry if you don’t want to. Now that we’ve found your dad, your paperwork will be easy—well, easier. But if you do want to marry …” He breathed in deep and fell to one knee. “Marry me. And not just for three years, but for keeps.” He patted at his pockets and grimaced. “I forgot your ring, but I swear I got you one. It’s nice. You can probably cut windows with it if—” He cleared his throat and looked at her with melting softness. “Will you marry me? If you still love me?”

    Her heart filled and filled and filled until her eyes blurred over with tears. “I will always love you.”

    “Is that a yes?” he asked.

    She handed the bouquet to her mom and pulled him to his feet. “I do not have to, but, yes, I will marry you.”

    His biggest grin stretched over his face, with dimples, and before all the wedding guests, he drew her close and kissed her like the first time. Lips to lips, hearts melting together, no distance between them, not even an arm’s length.

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