This whole thing was ridiculous.
Finn had been matched with a woman whoâd caused his family immeasurable misery and created a scandal that had spawned countless after-effects.
The smartest move would have been to turn around and leave without a backward glance. This was the surest method to end up insane by the end of the night.
Heâd only asked Juliet to dance because manners had been bred into him since birth. This was a party. It was only polite.
But now he wasnât so sure that was the only reason.
Seeing Juliet again had kicked up a push-pull of emotions heâd have sworn were buried. Not the least of which was the intense desire to have her head on a platter. After he had her body in his bed.
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Matched to a Prince is part of the Happily Ever After, Inc. trilogy. Their business is makeovers and matchmaking, but love doesnât always go according to plan!
KAT CANTRELL read her first Mills & Boon® novel in third grade and has been scribbling in notebooks since she learned to spell. What else would she write but romance? She majored in literature, officially with the intent to teach, but somehow ended up buried in middle management in corporate America, until she became a stay-at-home mom and full-time writer.
Kat, her husband and their two boys live in north Texas. When sheâs not writing about characters on the journey to happily-ever-after, she can be found at a soccer game, watching the TV show Friends or listening to â80s music.
Kat was the 2011 Harlequin So You Think You Can Write winner and a 2012 RWA Golden Heart finalist for best unpublished series contemporary manuscript.
One
When the sun hit the three-quarter mark in the western sky, Finn aimed the helicopter for shore. It was nearing the end of his shift and, as always, he couldnât resist dipping low enough to let the powerful downdraft ripple the Mediterraneanâs deep blue surface.
A heron swooped up and away from the turbulence as fast as its wings could carry it, gliding along the air currents with sheer poetic grace. Finn would never get tired of the view from his cockpit, never grow weary of protecting the shoreline of the small country he called home.
Once heâd touched down on the X marking the spot for his helicopter, Finn cut power to the rotor and vaulted from the cockpit before the Dauphin blades had come to a full stop. His fatherâs solemn-faced driver stood on the tarmac a short distance away and Finn didnât need any further clues to recognize a royal summons.
âCome to critique my landing, James?â Finn asked with a grin. Not likely. No one flew helicopters with more precision and grace than he did.
âPrince Alain.â James inclined his head in deference, then delivered his message. âYour father wishes to speak with you. Iâm to drive.â
Checking his eye roll over Jamesâs insistence on formality, Finn nodded. âDo I have time to change?â
It wouldnât be the first time Finn had appeared before the king in his Delamer Coast Guard uniform, but heâd been in it for ten hours and the legs were still damp from a meet-up with the Mediterranean while rescuing a swimmer whoâd misjudged the distance to shore.
Every day Finn protected his fatherâs people while flying over a breathtaking panorama of sparkling sea, distant mountains and the rocky islands just offshore. He loved his job, and spending a few hours encased in wet cloth was a small price to pay.
But that didnât mean he wanted to pay that price while on the receiving end of a royal lecture.
James motioned to the car. âI think it would be best if you came immediately.â
The summons wasnât unexpected. It was either about a certain photograph portraying Finn doing Jägermeister shots off a gorgeous blondeâs bare stomach or about the corruption charges recently brought up against a couple of his running buddies.
A blogger had once joked that Finnâs official title should be Prince Alain Phineas of Montagne, House of Scandal. It wasnât so funny to the king, who had tried to combat the negative press with a royal announcement proclaiming Finnâs upcoming marriage. A desperate ploy to get his son to settle down.
Hadnât worked so far. Perhaps if his father could actually name a bride, the ploy might get some traction.
Finn paused. Maybe his father had picked someone. He hoped not. The longer he could put off the inevitable, the better.
But his life was never his own and whatever his father wanted, Finn would deal with it, like always.