Southern Pride

Amy Graham was a flawlessly exquisite blonde. C-cup breasts perched high on her chest. A skin of rich gold from a summer tanning at the lake with her friends. A pierced navel with a cross dangling from it. A heart-shaped ass that made all the boys swoon. Piercing green eyes and honey blonde skin.

Paw paw had been governor; Uncle Robert had been a senator. But her Daddy gambled away their portion of the family fortune. And unreliable Daddy had been essentially excommunicated from the family, meaning sweet lil Amy's inheritance was seriously in doubt.

She wasn't a bookish girl. She certainly was no valedictorian. So it was a surprise to her to learn she'd been selected as an Al-Assaf scholar, hundreds of miles from her boyfriend and her friends and her entire family. She'd had to look up the Al-Assaf scholarship to see what it even entailed.

In learning about it, she discovered that the program's scholars were exclusively white women and men from Africa and Arabia. Looking at the profiles of the previous scholars, they'd appeared to almost exclusively partner up to her. Yet with her family deep in debt, and her prospects in life middling at best, she accepted the scholarship. After all, she didn't have to say yes, right?