Behind Palace Doors

“I just don’t want this to change us…you know, afterward.”

He kissed her lips, gently, slowly. Kissed his way along her jawline, down the long, slender column of her throat, pleased when she tilted her head back and groaned. He’d dreamed of this moment for so long. Longer than he liked to admit, even to himself. He’d never allowed any woman to have such control over his mind or his fantasies.

“Nothing will change,” he assured her between kisses. “Unless it’s better. And I’m positive in the next few minutes, things between us will get a whole lot better.”

Victoria’s arms circled around his neck as her head turned, her mouth colliding with his.

And that’s when the dam burst. His, hers. Did it matter? He’d wanted her for years and whether she’d wanted him that long or she’d just decided it in the past few weeks they’d been together, he didn’t know, but he did know he was going to have her. Now. Here.

National bestselling author JULES BENNETT’s love of storytelling started when she would get in trouble as a child and would tell her parents her imaginary friends were to blame. Since then, her vivid imagination has taken her down a path she’d only dreamed of. And after twelve years of owning and working in salons, she hung up her shears to write full-time.

Jules doesn’t just write Happily Ever After, she lives it. Married to her high school sweetheart, Jules and her hubby have two little girls who keep them smiling. She loves to hear from readers! Contact her at authorjules@ gmail.com, visit her website, www.julesbennett.com, where you can sign up for her newsletter, or send her a letter at PO Box 396, Minford, OH 45653, USA. You can also follow her on Twitter and join her Facebook fan page.

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I’m dedicating this fairy tale to my stiletto-wearing, tiara-worthy glitter sister, Kelly Willison, and her beautiful princess in training, Anna. You two are a bright, shimmering light in my life. The glow may be all the glitter, but I think it comes from your heart of gold. Love you both.

And also to my own little princesses, Grace and Madelyn. I love watching you grow into beautiful little girls. I can’t wait to see you fall in love and live your own fairy-tale dream.

“Ever tried skinny-dipping?”

Victoria Dane gasped as Stefan Alexander, Prince of Galini Isle, stripped off his shirt.

“Umm…” She swallowed, watching as an impressive set of abs stared back at her. “No. No, I haven’t.”

He toed off his shoes.

“You’re not going to…”

His soft chuckle caused goose bumps to spread over her body. Even at fifteen, she was totally aware of this handsome prince, who was technically a man, as he was three years older.

They’d quickly become friends since her mother was filming on his estate, and she assumed her girlish crush was normal. But was he really going to strip naked?

“I’m not doing it alone,” he told her, hands on his hips.

Her eyes darted to his chest. “You got a tattoo?”

With a wicked grin, he nodded. “My first of many, I hope.”

“What is it?” she asked, stepping closer to inspect.

Would it be rude to touch? Probably, so she slid her hands inside the pockets of her swim cover-up instead. Still, she imagined her fingertips sliding along the new ink.

“It’s my family’s crest,” he told her. “I thought it appropriate to have that as my first. Besides, my father might not mind as much since it’s symbolic.”

The afternoon sun beat down on her, but Victoria knew the heat consuming her had nothing to do with the weather. She’d been on location with her mother for almost two months now, and she and Stefan had clicked from the moment they met. Of course, he probably saw her as a little sister and had no idea she was halfway in love with him.

The boys back home were nothing like this.

“Has your father seen it yet?” she asked, using the tattoo excuse to continue to stare at his chest.

“Nah. I’ve been careful to keep my shirt on around my dad since I got it two weeks ago. He’ll throw a fit, but it’s done, so what can he say now?”

Victoria moved toward the pool, dropped to the side and let her feet dangle in the cool water. “You’re so relaxed about breaking rules and defying people. Aren’t you worried you’ll get in serious trouble one day?”

“Trouble?” He laughed as he sat down and joined her. “I’m not afraid of trouble. I’d rather be myself and live my life the way I want. I don’t want to be ruled by what is considered to be the right thing. Who’s to say what’s right or wrong for me?”

She admired his take-charge attitude about life. He reminded her of her brother, Bronson.

“Don’t you consider that lying?” she asked, still studying him. “I mean, you knew you were going to do it, so why not just tell your dad?”

Stefan glanced over to her, those bright blue eyes holding hers. “Lying by omission doesn’t count in my book.”

“Well, it does in mine. Maybe that’s a cultural difference.”

He scooped a hand in the water and playfully tossed it up onto her bare thighs. Shivers coursed through her.

“I think it’s the difference between towing the line and living in the moment,” he joked. “So how about that skinny-dipping?”