From USA TODAY bestselling author Nana Malone, a romance about a Ghanaian American heiress faced with the dilemma of choosing between culture and a love connection. During an opulent publishing party, Ofosua Addo crosses paths with Cole Drake for the first time. Their flirtatiously witty exchange culminates in a kiss that etches a permanent mark on both their hearts. But Ofosua’s identity as a Ghanaian heiress comes before Cole. She loves the vibrant traditions of Ghana’s Gold Coast, and her hand is already promised to a man that even her overbearing mother loves. Yet, when her big Ghanaian wedding transforms from a fairy tale into a spectacle, she’s thrust into a whirlwind of heartbreak and self-discovery. In the midst of it all, Cole enters her life once again, under circumstances far different from their magical first encounter. Can Ofosua and Cole’s rediscovered spark overcome the weight of tradition? “With a perfect sense of aplomb, Malone not only brilliantly pairs up a couple with off-the-charts sexual chemistry, she also writes with keen insight and a deliciously sharp sense of wit about the complicated relationship between mothers and daughters. Malone also makes an impassioned case for the importance of books and reading, offering some timely commentary on the lack of diversity in publishing, and gloriously celebrating Ghanaian food and culture.” ― -- Booklist , starred review I couldn’t put Gold Coast Dilemma down — it’s Crazy Rich Asians meets Ghanaian high society, packed with breathtaking traditions, scandalous secrets and unapologetic opulence. Nana Malone has been a favorite of mine for years, and this new book weaves a story so vivid and glamorous, it feels like you’re right there in the heart of it all! -- ― Kennedy Ryan, New York Times bestselling author of Before I Let Go and This Could Be Us “Every time I read a Nana Malone book, I feel like I’ve just had a chat with a friend! Her effervescence shines through every word as she delivers pure indulgence, taut, delicious storytelling, and toe-curling spice.” -- ― Sierra Simone, USA Today bestselling author Nana Malone is a Wall Street Journal and USA TODAY bestselling author of sexy, feel-good novels. She loves all things romance and adventure. Find out more at NanaMalone.com. Prologue: Ofosua PROLOGUE OFOSUA ADINKRA SAYING: (Odo Nnyew Fie Kwan) Love does not lose its way home. HELEN ADDO: Don’t waste your time waiting to fall in love. Find a lawyer, doctor, or engineer. You can learn to love him. TWO YEARS AGO… I was late. For my first publishing industry party, no less. I repeatedly stabbed the elevator button, willing it to hurry the hell up. I’d been put in charge of getting the drinks for the interns and assistants, and Nazrin, the publicity assistant, would have my head for messing up her timeline. I took a deep breath as a prickle of anxiety tickled the hairs on my neck. I wanted—needed—to prove myself. Being late was not the way to do that. When the deep breathing didn’t work, I rubbed my forefinger and thumb together on my free hand, trying to remind myself of small truths. I was good at my job. I was persistent. I’d stuffed hundreds of padded envelopes for press mailings without complaint, made persuasive phone calls to bookstores, and scoured Instagram and BookTok on my own time for appropriate influencers for this launch, finding key voices even the seasoned members of the marketing team didn’t know about yet. All with a genuine smile. I was good enough, even if I was ten minutes later to this party than I should be. And honestly, nothing was going to make the sad Trader Joe’s veggie platter awaiting me any more appetizing. It was fine. Totally fine. Ding. The elevator arrived and I stepped inside, wishing it were a teleportation device and not an actual antique. Drake Publishing was my dream job. It was a boutique agency and just the right size for me to be noticed. I might be just an intern, but I had my sights set on being a senior editor one day. Preferably before I was thirty so I could soften the blow to my parents about my occupation not being lawyer, doctor, or engineer. But would even senior editor be substantial enough? I focused on the floor indicator’s curlicue brass arm marking the rise up, up to Mr. Drake’s sprawling co-op. The apartment was a real estate agent’s dream, a penthouse perched atop a gleaming prewar building located on Central Park West at Eighty-First Street, built sometime in the 1920s. With panoramic views of the park’s canopy of trees, it was, in a word, stunning. Even my traditional Ghanaian mother would have to acknowledge the apartment’s elegance. I’d poked around Mr. Drake’s apartment earlier that morning when I’d come with two of the publicity interns to set up the displays of glossy jacket blowups and stacks of the new novel plus gold-plated backlist. We’d arranged lush, literary tablescapes complete with floral arra