Christmas With Her Secret Prince
Her last-minute plus one… Waitress Melina Osmon is dreading attending her work Christmas ball alone for the first time since her ex took everything from her. But a little Christmas magic brings her a saviour in the form of mysterious, gorgeous Ray…who has a secret of his own!
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Her last-minute plus-one...
A prince in disguise!
Waitress Melinda Osmon is dreading attending her work Christmas ball alone for the first time since her ex took everything from her. But a little Christmas magic brings her a savior in the form of mysterious, gorgeous Ray. Yet the happy ending of Melâs festive fairy tale is uncertainâRay is Crown Prince Rayhan al Saibbi and soon he must choose: Mel, or duty to his kingdom.
NINA SINGH lives just outside of Boston, USA, with her husband, children, and a very rumbunctious Yorkie. After several years in the corporate world she finally followed the advice of family and friends to âgive the writing a go, alreadyâ. Sheâs oh-so-happy she did. When not at her keyboard she likes to spend time on the tennis court or golf course. Or immersed in a good read.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07834-4
CHRISTMAS WITH HER SECRET PRINCE
© 2018 Nilay Nina Singh
Published in Great Britain 2018
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To my two very own princes.
And my two princesses.
Contents
PRINCE RAYHAN AL SAIBBI was not looking forward to his next meeting. In fact, he was dreading it. After all, it wasnât often he went against his fatherâthe man who also happened to be king of Verdovia.
But it had to be done. This might very well be his last chance to exert any kind of control over his own life. Even if it was to be only a temporary respite. Fate had made him prince of Verdovia. And his honor-bound duty to that fate would come calling soon enough. He just wanted to try and bat it away one last time.
The sun shone bright and high over the majestic mountain range outside his window. A crisp blue stream meandered along its base. The pleasant sunny day meant his father would most likely be enjoying his breakfast on the patio off the four-seasons room in the east wing.
Rayhan found his father sitting at the far end of the table. Piles of papers and a sleek new laptop were mixed in with various plates of fruits and pastries. A twinge of guilt hit Rayhan as he approached. The king never stopped working. For that matter, neither did the queen, his mother. A fact that needed to be addressed after the events of the past year. Part of the reason Rayhan was in his current predicament.
This conversation wasnât going to be easy. His father had been king for a long time. He was used to making the rules and expected everyone to follow them. Particularly when it came to his son.
But these days the king wasnât thinking entirely straight. Motivated by an alarming health scare Rayhanâs mother had experienced a few months back and prompted by the troublesome maneuverings of a disagreeable council member, his father had decided that the royal family needed to strengthen and reaffirm their stability. Unfortunately, heâd also decided that Rayhan would be the primary vehicle to cement that stability.
