Kidnapped For His Royal Duty
He needs a substitute bride…And she will be his Queen!When desert Prince Dal’s convenient bride is stolen he must find a replacement—immediately. Suddenly shy secretary Poppy is kidnapped by her merciless boss and whisked away to his kingdom. She’s shocked to find herself willingly surrendering to his expert seduction! But when it becomes clear that Dal has more than pleasure in mind, will Poppy be persuaded to accept his royal proposal?
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He needs a substitute bride...
And she will be his queen!
When desert prince Dalâs convenient bride is stolen, he must find a replacementâimmediately. Suddenly shy secretary Poppy is kidnapped by her merciless boss and whisked away to his kingdom. Sheâs shocked to find herself willingly surrendering to his expert seduction! But when it becomes clear that Dal has more than pleasure in mind, will Poppy be persuaded to accept his royal proposal?
New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author JANE PORTER has written forty romances and eleven womenâs fiction novels since her first sale to Mills & Boon in 2000. A five-time RITA® Award finalist, Jane is known for her passionate, emotional and sensual novels, and loves nothing more than alpha heroes, exotic locations and happy-ever-afters. Today Jane lives in sunny San Clemente, California, with her surfer husband and three sons. Visit janeporter.com.
Bought to Carry His Heir
His Merciless Marriage Bargain
The Disgraced Copelands miniseries
The Fallen Greek Bride
His Defiant Desert Queen Her Sinful Secret
Stolen Brides collection
Kidnapped for His Royal Duty
And look out for the next Stolen Brides book The Brideâs Baby of Shame by Caitlin Crews Available July 2018
Discover more at millsandboon.co.uk.
ISBN: 978-1-474-07218-2
KIDNAPPED FOR HIS ROYAL DUTY
© 2018 Jane Porter
Published in Great Britain 2018
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For Kelly Hunter, Carol Marinelli, Abby Green & Heidi Rice.
Thanks for the inspiration and excellent company last summer!
This one is for you!
Contents
THE BRIDE WAS GONE, hauled from the chapel the way a victorious warrior carried the spoils from war.
Poppyâs wide, horrified gaze met Randall Grantâs for a split second before swiftly averting, her stomach plummeting. Sheâd been trembling ever since the doors flew open and the Sicilian stood framed in the arched doorway like an avenging angel.
She gripped her bridesmaid bouquet tighter, even as relief whispered through her. Sheâd done it. Sheâd saved Sophie.
But it wasnât just Sophie sheâd helped; sheâd helped Randall, too. Not that Randall Grant, the Sixth Earl of Langston, would be grateful at the moment, because he was the groom after all, and no man wanted to be humiliated in front of two hundred of England and Europeâs most distinguished, their guests having traveled far and wide to Winchester for what the tabloids had been calling the wedding of the year, and would have been the wedding of the year, had the bride not just been unceremoniously hauled away by a Sicilian race car driver. Correction, former race car driver.
Poppy doubted that the Earl of Langston would care about the distinction right now, either, not when he had a church full of guests to deal with. Thank goodness he wasnât a sensitive or emotional man. There would be no tears or signs of distress from him. No, his notorious stiff upper lip would serve him well as he dealt with the fallout.
