Rescuing The Royal Runaway Bride
Royal bride on the run!On his way to a royal wedding, Will Darcy rescues a damsel in a muddy wedding dress! As they hide from the media in one hotel room, the irrepressible Sadie makes Will reconsider his priorities. Will he be able to resist the tantalizing royal runaway?
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Royal bride on the run...
Into the arms of an enigmatic rescuer...
On the way to the Vallemont royal wedding, Will Darcyâs overblown sense of chivalry leads him to rescue a damsel in a muddy wedding dress! And, yes, itâs the princess-to-be! While the media furor dies down, theyâre holed up in one hotel room where irrepressible Sadie makes buttoned-up Will reconsider his life. For once work isnât his priorityâresisting the tantalizing royal runaway is!
Australian author ALLY BLAKE loves reading and strong coffee, porch swings and dappled sunshine, beautiful notebooks and soft, dark pencils. Her inquisitive, rambunctious, spectacular children are her exquisite delight. And she adores writing love stories so much sheâd write them even if nobody else read them. No wonder, then, having sold over four million copies of her romance novels worldwide, Ally is living her bliss. Find out more about Allyâs books at allyblake.com.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07758-3
RESCUING THE ROYAL RUNAWAY BRIDE
© 2018 Ally Blake
Published in Great Britain 2018
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For my husband, Mark,
who loves nothing more than looking to the stars.
Contents
THE DAY COULD not be more perfect for a royal wedding, thought Will as his open-topped hire car chewed up miles of undulating Vallemontian roads.
The sky was a cerulean-blue dome. Clusters of puffy white cumuli hovered over snow-dusted mountains and dotted shadows over rolling green hills filling the valley that gave the small European principality its name.
By Willâs calculations, snow should fall on the valley any day. Instead, the delicate bite of a warm sun cut through the washed-clean feeling that came after lashings of rain. It was as if the influential Vallemontian royal family had wished for it to be so, and so it was.
But Will Darcy did not believe in wishes. He believed in the human eyeâs ability to find millions of colours in a drop of light; the resultant heat of distantly burning stars; that weather forecasting was an inexact science.
This coming from an astronomer; his field truly a game of extrapolation, using ancient evidence to build current theory, relying on calculations that pushed against the edges of the range of known values. One had to be part cowboy, part explorer, part decoder, idealist and seer to do well in the fieldâsomething heâd addressed as the keynote speaker at the Space and Time Forum in London the night before.
It had been a late night too. Hence the fact heâd flown into Vallemont only that morning, and would arrive at the palace just as the ceremony was about to start.
The delayed flight had also given him plenty of opportunity to back out if need be. There was the lecture on worm holes he was due to give at the University of Amsterdam a few days from now, after all. The podcast with newyorker.com. The notes from his editor on the second edition of his graduate-level astronomy textbook due any day. And then there was the virtual-reality game set in the Orion Nebula for which he was both investor and technical advisor.
