A secret night of bliss...
...a scandalous nine-month consequence!
While attending a royal masquerade, billionaire Damon canât resist seducing a captivating guest. Itâs the most shamelessly sensual encounter heâs ever had! Then Damon discovers that his masked beauty was actually Princess Eleniâand now sheâs carrying his child. To protect Eleni from scandal, Damon must do the unthinkable, yet outrageously desirable: marry his pregnant princess!
NATALIE ANDERSON adores happy endings, so you can be sure youâve got happy endings to enjoy when you buy her books, she promises nothing less. She loves peppermint-filled dark chocolate, pineapple juice & extremely long showers, plus teasing her imaginary friends with dating dilemmas! She lives in New Zealand with her gorgeous husband & four fabulous children. If you love happy endings too, come find her on facebook.com/authornataliea, twitter @authornataliea, or natalie-anderson.com
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CHAPTER ONE
DAMON GALE STALKED the perimeter of the crowded ballroom, dodging another cluster of smiling women whose feathered masks neither softened nor hid their hunger as they stared at him.
He shouldnât have discarded his mask so soon.
Turning his back on another wordless invitation, he sipped his champagne, wishing it contained a stronger liquor. Women wanted more from him than he ever wanted from them. Always. While they agreed to a flingâfully informed of his limitsâwhen it ended, recriminations and resentment came.
Youâre heartless.
He smiled cynically as the echo rang in his head. His last ex had thrown that old chestnut at him a few months ago. And, yes, he was. Heartless and happy with it.
And what did it matter? For tonight business, not pleasure, beckoned. Tonight he was drawing a line beneath a decades-old disaster and tomorrow heâd walk away from this gilded paradise without a backwards glance. Just coming back had made old wounds hurt like fresh hits.
But for now heâd endured the outrageously opulent entrance, navigated his way up the marble staircase and walked through not one but five antechambers. Each room was larger and more ornate than the last, until finally heâd reached this gleaming monstrosity of a ballroom. The internal balcony overlooking the vast room already brimmed with celebrities and socialites eager to display themselves and spy on others.
Palisades palace was designed to reflect the glory of the royal family and make the average commoner feel as inconsequential as possible. It was supposed to invoke awe and envy. Frankly all the paintings, tapestries and gilded carvings exhausted Damonâs eyes. He itched to ditch his dinner jacket and hit one of the trail runs along the pristine coastline that he far preferred to this sumptuous palace, but he needed to stay and play nice for just a little while longer.