A prince looking for a royal bride. A woman playing the part of a princess.
My next release is a classic royal romance, the first in the Her Royal Romance series. Her Royal Masquerade is not an erotic romance, but I think there’s enough sex and sexual tension for our readers of smut. (Check out the excerpt below and see what you think.) If you love stories of mistaken identity and forbidden romance, you’ll find both in Her Royal Masquerade.
Her Royal Masquerade
Her Royal Romance book #1
Time is running out for Prince Vittorio. His father’s health is failing and he must find a royal bride. Fast. He’s never forgotten his glimpse of a beautiful Scandinavian princess and lures her to his Mediterranean country with an invitation to his father’s birthday ball. He’d planned to propose a marriage agreement as cold as her icy reputation, but then he discovers she’s as colorful and warm as a summer sunset. The heat between them flares red-hot and when she allows him to seduce her, Vittorio sees his future unfolding just as he had planned. But what he doesn’t know is that the woman in his bed is not a princess at all.
The last thing schoolteacher Mia Holmberg expects when she masquerades as her royal cousin is to be swept off her feet by a charming prince. The incredible night in Vittorio’s arms is like a fairy tale come true, but she’d never want the life of a real princess, with all its pomp and politics. Knowing they can never have a future together, she slips out of his bed and back to reality, where she belongs.
But Vittorio discovers the deception and kidnaps Mia back to his palace, demanding she be his mistress until the real princess appears. Despite her attempts to stay aloof, Mia soon learns there’s more to the prince than arrogance and attitude, but now she’s in danger of falling in love with a man she can never have.
“Quick. On the bed. I’ve waited long enough.”
She didn’t hurry, though, the vixen, as she approached, naked, her hips swaying, a small smile on her lips. She climbed onto the mattress and remained on her hands and knees. Her shapely behind faced him. Mia looked over her shoulder at him with a smirk.
“Like this, Your Highness?”
“Don’t tempt me,” he ground out. His hands itched with the urge to smack that sassy bottom. She deserved it, didn’t she? For lying to him? For mocking him? For tempting him with what he couldn’t keep and reminding him that he’d asked for the temptation?
He stepped out of his trousers and briefs and sat down on the edge of the mattress. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her face down over his lap.
“Vittorio!” she cried out and wriggled against his throbbing erection.
“So now you will use my name?” He swept her hair out of the way so he could see her face and held her down with one hand on her warm, smooth back. He stroked the soft, firm globes of her bare bottom with the other hand. She moaned in obvious pleasure. When she began to settle down, he smacked her with the palm of his hand. The sharp blow probably made his hand sting as much as her bottom did. Mia gasped and then began struggling again, her soft stomach rubbing against his erection.
He spanked her again. And once more. Her soft cries seemed to be a blend of outrage and arousal. Her face was buried in the covers, her hands pulling the soft comforter into her fists. But she’d stopped struggling.
Then after one more quick slap, his fingers found their way between her legs, discovering the soft, wet secrets nestled there. She moved against his hand, rubbing and inviting him to delve deeper. He slipped two fingers into her hot core and savored the clench of flesh around them.
He throbbed with his need for her. He flipped her over and slid her body up the mattress until her head reached the pillows. Her eyes widened but she didn’t say a word. He knelt between her wide spread legs and put his mouth on her, tasting her as she’d been tasting him a short time before. Her hands found his head, her fingers tangling in his hair. The tang of her desire was sweet on his tongue.
Her body moved under him, asking for more from him. Her fingers tightened on his hair, demanding it faster, harder. Strangled gasps escaped her parted lips. He snuck a quick glance and saw that her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, her back arched, her knees dropped to the mattress, giving him full access to all of her.
He could live off her nectar. He could stay between her legs forever. But on the heels of that realization came the knowledge that he would not have her forever. That he couldn’t live with her for long. They might only have a few hours together. A few days if he was lucky.
Lucky? The longer they were together, the harder it would be for him to remember that he was punishing her for her deception. That he hated liars. That he didn’t want to like her. He didn’t want to need her.
Look for Her Royal Masquerade Oct 21st.
Voluptuous – available now
Her Royal Masquerade – coming Oct 21
Silken Canvas – coming in print Nov 5
Playing for Real – coming Feb 4