Royals: His Hidden Secret: Revealed: A Prince and A Pregnancy / Date with a Surgeon Prince / The Secret King
Revealed: A Prince and a Pregnancy When heiress Simone Duvalier sashays back into Rafael Alexander’s life, Rafe can’t wait for her to head home. They once shared so much, but all that remains are memories and the desire to bed her… Until a princely secret and an unplanned pregnancy change everything… Can this dark-hearted bad boy become a prince and a father?Date with a Surgeon PrinceWith his dark chocolate eyes sparkling above his surgical mask, Nurse Marni finds her first surgery with hot-shot surgeon Gaz is unforgettable! And when he whisks her off to the magical red desert sand dunes of Ablezia, a sizzling kiss leaves her wanting more… But Marni’s about to learn a secret – her perfect date really is a prince!The Secret KingWhen the assassins that placed Princess Serena in line for the throne turn their sights on her, she’s forced to team up with mysterious Casimir Cullen. Serena is drawn to Casimir with overwhelming ferocity, but affairs of state require that she marry King Warrington of Rizari. Can she defy her country for the man she loves?
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Royals: Hidden Secrets
Revealed: A Prince and a Pregnancy
Kelly Hunter
Date with a Surgeon Prince
Meredith Webber
The Secret King
C.J. Miller
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Revealed: A Prince and a Pregnancy
Kelly Hunter
‘Careful, Simone.’ His eyes had narrowed. A muscle worked in his jaw. ‘Swearing doesn’t become a lady.’
‘If you had any kind of memory left you’d remember that I often take exquisite pleasure in not behaving like a lady. Would you like a demonstration?’
‘What are you going to do, Princess?’ They were toe to toe. Tension radiated from him in waves. ‘Hit me?’
‘Oh, no.’ Tempting as it was. ‘I was thinking of something a whole lot more subtle by way of a demonstration.’ She put her hand to his chest, to his heart, before finally curving it round the back of his neck and pressing her lips to the strong curve of his jaw. Gently.
‘You think I didn’t love you,’ she murmured. Another kiss for that stubborn jaw, followed by the slow slide of her lips across to the edge of his mouth. ‘You think your feelings were the stronger.’
She gave him time to move away. She did give him that.
His chest heaved and he drew a ragged breath. But he stayed right where he was.
‘You’re wrong,’ she whispered, and set her lips to his.
His lips were warm and firm. And closed. She touched the tip of her tongue to the crease in them and tasted salt. She felt the shudder that ripped through him but his mouth stayed stubbornly closed to her. She started to pull away. Experiment over. Experiment failed.
And then his hand came up to cup her face, his lips opened beneath hers, a dam broke somewhere, and the world around her simply disappeared.
KELLY HUNTER has always had a weakness for fairytales, fantasy worlds, and losing herself in a good book. She has two children, avoids cooking and cleaning and, despite the best efforts of her family, is no sports fan! Kelly is, however, a keen gardener and has a fondness for roses. Kelly was born in Australia and has travelled extensively. Although she enjoys living and working in different parts of the world, she still calls Australia home.
To Maytoners.
And Puppies.
THE moment she saw the elegant two-storey guest house nestled in the heart of one of Australia’s premier wine-growing regions, Simone Duvalier approved of it. Granted, it was no seventeenth-century French chateau, but if one had to attend a wedding halfway around the world then this picturesque venue gave at least some consolation. Someone here had an eye for detail, reflected in the immaculately kept gardens and gleaming house. Someone here had a penchant for whimsy. The strutting metal flamingos cobbled together from nuts and bolts and what looked like spare engine parts telegraphed that.
As for the scenery…The big sky and the eucalypt-clad hills on the horizon. The tidy rows of grapevines flanking the drive…She’d been expecting a hint of wildness about the Australian landscape and it did not disappoint her, but there was order here too and that surprised her. Simone liked surprises. Surprise was an emotion that could almost compete with the nervousness that clawed through her whenever she thought about seeing Rafael Alexander again.
Rafael, her childhood playmate. Rafael, the housekeeper’s son.
Rafe the ambitious, the driven, the brilliant.
Rafael, the man she’d spurned.
Would he hold a grudge? Still? After almost nine years?
Would her soon-to-be brother-in-law be in any way pleased to see her? Probably not, but the one thing she’d made sure he could not do was throw her out. The land surrounding the guest house might have belonged to Rafael, but the guest house itself did not. And as adamant as Gabrielle had been about the wedding taking place in Australia rather than France, she’d also chosen to hold both the ceremony and the reception here at the guest house rather than at Rafe’s vineyard.
Neutral ground, and a concession for which Simone was supremely grateful.
Smiling grimly, Simone negotiated the narrow drive-way and parked her hired Audi in the car park behind the guest house before finally cutting the engine. At least she had a day to compose herself before meeting him again. Time enough to recover from her flight and the harrowing drive to the valley. Time enough for her to put on her happy face and work her way in to the moment.
‘One step at a time,’ she murmured. That was how she’d made it this far. By forcing one foot in front of the other, painting a smile on her face and making herself move towards the moment she dreaded.
