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Dear Queen Victoria,
Congratulations! Plans will begin at once to make a formal announcement and to arrange the coronation of Alexandria’s new Prince or Princess.
Sincerely,
The House of Parliament
Arrange is subjective. However, after doing some research, I discover it means an all-out royal party.
How royally splendid.
The Royal End
The Unknown Royals Series Continues With…
Prince Maximus Napoleon Montgomery of Casanovia staring in Would Be King
Prince Spencer Phillip Lexington of Catalina staring in Wanna Be Heir
And Prince Julius Churchill Monaco of Wimberly staring in The Pretend Prince
This romance takes place in a fictional world I’ve created. It is known as the Vespa Isles and consists of five tiny fictional countries that border the coast of France, although they are not French. These countries are more American than European, except for their governing systems, which are much more similar to England’s than any other country.
There is Alexandria, Wimberly, Catalina, Casanovia, and Eastwood. All small and independent but form a coalition of powers loosely overseen by a general assembly, a sort of league of nations. Each has their own unique attributes. Alexandria is known for white sand beaches, relaxing resorts, and turquoise waters, Eastwood is known for its upscale casinos and yacht-lined harbors. Both Wimberly and Catalina are recognized for their exceptional food and wine. And Casanovia is known mostly for its famous nightclubs, fast cars, and loose women.
When placed together they form a more verbose version of Monte Carlo, and to the outsider, they coexist beautifully. The truth is much uglier. The five independent countries are held together by the same ancient governing laws that, if broken, could mean succession. Cannibalization is the less glamorous way to put it.
Yet, power is, after all, what makes this world go round, and love, is after all, what we fight for.
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THE VESPA ISLES
ALEXANDRIA
King Stephen Edward Blanchette is a widower with one daughter, Princess Victoria Caroline Blanchette. He passes away before the story begins and leaves his daughter the crown, but only if she marries.
CASANOVIA
King Winston Alfred Montgomery is married to his new, and much younger wife, Queen Genevieve. He has two sons with his first wife—Price Leopold and Prince Maximus.
EASTWOOD
King Rutherford is married but has no children. He has three cousins, Adrien, Truman, and Elizabeth.
CATALINA
The King and Queen have three children. Prince Spencer Lexington is the youngest.
WIMBERLY
Queen Helena has a son, Prince Vittore and he has a son Julius Monaco.
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I had him at hello.
Or maybe it was the down-on-one-knee comment that really got his full attention. Either way, he was standing there with his mouth open wide like a fish out of water.
It shouldn’t have delighted me, but it did.
His eyes went wide and I couldn’t stop the tingle that ran down my spine as I stared up at him. God, he was the same and different all at the same time.
Those eyes.
Those bedroom eyes.
Still bluer than any Bahamian sea. Still bottomless like the depths of the ocean. And still so expressive.
One look from him and I swore a girl wanted to pull down her panties all on her own.
He hadn’t changed a bit.
I hated it.
Hated that his nose was still so straight and his cheekbones so well defined. That those too-full lips which donned him the moniker, Pretty Boy, despite his best efforts to ditch it were still so inviting. Don’t even get me started on that masterfully tousled dirty-brown hair; it did always make me go weak in the knees.
I detested that, too.
Tyler Holiday was always tall, dark, and cocky, but now he had become a man. All grown-up and deliciously so.
For one rapturous second, time rewound, and I got lost in a face I once thought I’d stare at forever. That mouth a little crooked grin and that masculine jaw now covered with at least a week of scruff.
Yes, he was definitely all man.
Standing before me with his hard-as-stone body and handsome-as-sin good looks, it was difficult to recall why I loathed him so much.
But then he shrugged as if what I’d said hadn’t just rocked his world, and when he did, the hardness in his eyes became glaringly apparent. “I should have known you were in cohorts with the Wicked Witch of the West. Deceit always was your thing.”
Trying to control my emotions, I stepped back, my cheeks burning under the heat of his intense gaze. From this vantage point I could see his face had become a perfectly blank mask. “Now that’s not nice, Tyler, and you know it.”
Rather than admit defeat, he darted his gaze to the ground but allowed his lips to turn up just a bit more, smug-like. “You know nice isn’t my thing.”
Right. That’s the exact moment I remembered exactly who he was. Oh, how I remembered.
The party boy.
The aloofness.
The arrogance.
Time had refined who he was, but his removed disposition hadn’t changed one bit. It was like a neon sign blinking with the message that he lived high in his own castle.
It was received.
Coming to my senses, I cocked a hip. “Wilhelmina called me after she dropped you off. I’m sure she knew you’d never see it through because come on, Tyler, commitment was never your thing.”
He gave me another shrug. Playing at indifference was also his thing. Yet he forgot something—if he thought he knew me, then I definitely knew him.
And the way his teeth started to clench and the way his forehead rose to his hairline were his tells. Tells of shock. Tells of surprise. Tells of anger. And maybe something a little darker, too.
Yes, I had most definitely caught him off-guard.
His disposition was almost endearing, and it would have been if I didn’t still hate him. Hate him with a passion that threatened to burn down the very walls of my being.
His grown-up swagger and carefree attitude might have made me want to stab him, but the way he looked at me with that devilish smirk provoked me to want to stab myself—in the heart.
Okay, not really.
I just despised the way my most vital organ did this wild thump, thump, thump because he was near. Because he almost kissed me.
It absolutely made no sense. He’d broken me ten years ago, and I knew he would break me once again if I let him.
Even considering an alliance was insane. I ruled it out about two minutes after I heard the idea. Besides, I’d found a way out of my predicament. It wasn’t ideal but it was doable. And much safer.
He stepped closer.
I didn’t step back.
Danger. Proceed with caution. Trouble. Trouble. Trouble. Those were the words that were stamped all over him.
His warm breath whispered across my cheek, stoking the old flames of desire. I knew better than to let him get too close, and yet I couldn’t back away.
The voice inside my head kept shouting, “Play with fire and you’ll get burned.”
I should have listened.
I didn’t.
Then again, I never did listen to anyone, not even myself.
“So, tell me?” he chuckled darkly, “Did the idea of being my wife make you wet?”
The snicker that bubbled up my throat let him know the concept in itself was preposterous. “Hardly, it made me want to sew my vagina closed.”
His returning smirk was a dangerous cocktail of amusement and
desire. Warmth trickled down my spine from just the tilt of his full lips. Damn him. He hadn’t laid a finger on me, yet I felt his touch everywhere. “You’re a liar,” he said matter-of-factly, eyeing the way my pulse was throbbing in my neck.
“It’s so nice to see you, too, and after all this time.” Now, I pressed my back against the wall, looking for distance, seeking relief from the fire he’d lit in me the moment I saw him standing on my driveway.
He shook his head.
“What, can’t say it back?”
Some kind of emotion I couldn’t decipher flashed in those baby blues but it was gone in an instant. “Well, if I did, that would be a lie, and we both know I’m not the liar here. Besides, to be honest, it isn’t nice to see you. As a matter of fact, I hate the fact that you’ve allowed yourself to go from seductress to mere arm candy in only ten short years.”
Anger and regret spun around me. I closed my eyes and re-opened them. Jutting my chin out, I didn’t want to drink in the sight of him yet I couldn’t resist.
I might have hated the way things ended between us, but I despised what he had done even more. And I couldn’t forgive him for that. For not seeing what was real. So I had to turn my feelings off. Play the girl the world saw—the party girl. “And I see you’ve successfully graduated from jerk to asshole in less than a decade.”
His wry smile disappeared. And the frown that replaced it was accompanied by a glacial stare. “What are you doing with that guy?”
Telling him Henri and I were hopelessly in love was useless. He’d already seen the truth. “I already told you, it’s none of your business.”
His hard body pressed against mine. “You don’t think I figured it out the second I saw him bent over a dude? That you’re Henri LeBlanc’s veil to the world and he must be your savior.”
I shrugged. “Paint the picture however you like,” I told him. “Either way, Henri and I are getting married.”
His brow furrowed and he stepped back, tucking a hand in his pocket and using the other to tousle his hair. “You can’t be serious?”
A waft of his fresh, clean, masculine scent filled my nose. I inhaled and couldn’t stop the way I shivered in response. The impact he had on me was as undeniable as it was useless. “I am, actually. We plan to make our announcement very soon. I’m sure you’ll read about it in the headlines.”
“This is about saving Highway 128.”
“I couldn’t deny it.”
His long, lean body angled forward and his big palm hit the wall beside my head. “There is another way to keep your father’s winery out of bankruptcy.”
It was more than a hint of a proposition.
Goose bumps prickled my side as a thrill of excitement crashed inside my chest, until I remembered this was Tyler Holiday, and he hadn’t changed a bit. That wall was still there, tall and wide and unapproachable, and I couldn’t attempt the climb again. “And what might that be?” I asked rather menacingly.
“Marry me, instead,” he whispered, his tone gruff, his voice shaky as if he couldn’t believe he was suggesting such a thing.
“Never,” I said, in a vengeful hiss.
Unabashed, he pinned me with a wolfish grin. “Never say never, Paris.” Then taking a step back, he went on. “How about I leave the offer on the table and you take a few days to think about all the good sex you won’t be having with Frenchy. I’ll call you first thing Tuesday morning.”
I didn’t like the way his stare ignited a yearning I hadn’t felt in years. “And I won’t be answering,” I told him and gave him my back the way he had done earlier. Then over my shoulder, I tossed, “And Tyler?”
The thick column of throat bobbed. “Yes?”
“Happy birthday. Feel free to stay and celebrate. Henri and I have other obligations,” I chirped before sashaying out of the breakroom, leaving the boy I’d once loved and lost behind.
Marrying Henri was really for the best.
Now, I just had to convince myself of that.
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