Princeâs scandalous night with the innocent
Talos Kalliakis, the youngest Prince of Agon, has found the perfect gift for King Astraeusâs jubilee galaâthe talents of exquisite violinist Amalie Cartwright. The warrior prince crossed Europe to find his perfect candidate, and he wonât take no for an answer!
But rumor has it that Amalie wonât perform, and now Talos has her hidden away in his villa, where sources suggest heâs claimed the most private of performances. With tensions running high, surely it canât be long before they start changing their tuneâ¦to the royal wedding march!
âYou feel naked?â Talos asked evenly.
He, more than anyone, knew how the imagination could run amokâhow the fear of the unknown could be so much worse than reality. He also knew how he could help Amalie take the first step to overcome it.
âYes,â she whispered.
The strange distance Amalie had seen settle over him dissipated. His attention on her was focused and strong.
âThen there is only one solution. You must be naked.â
âWhat â¦?â
But her solitary word hardly made it past her vocal cords. Talos had leant forward and pulled his shoes and socks off.
What was he doing?
His hands went to his shirt. Before she could comprehend what she was seeing, heâd deftly undone all the buttons.
âWhat are you doing?â
He got to his feet.
If she hadnât already pressed herself against the wall she would have taken a step back. She would have turned and run.
But there was nowhere for her to run toânot without getting past him first.
You are formally invited to the Jubilee Gala of His Majesty King Astraeus of Agon as he commemorates 50 years on the throne.
Join us as we celebrate
The Kalliakis Crown
Royal by birth, ruthless by nature
This warrior nationâs fierce PrincesâTalos, Theseus and Heliosâeach have their own special gift to give their grandfather, the King. But none of them is expecting the three women who challenge their plans ⦠and steal their hearts!
Discover the passion behind the palace doors ⦠watch as destinies are forged ⦠and get swept up in a torrent of emotion in this powerful new trilogy by Michelle Smart!
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MICHELLE SMARTâs love affair with books started when she was a baby, when she would cuddle them in her cot. A voracious reader of all genres, she found her love of romance established when she stumbled across her first Mills & Boon book at the age of twelve. Sheâs been reading (and writing) them ever since. Michelle lives in Northamptonshire with her husband and two young Smarties.
This book is dedicated to Amalie, whoâs been on this journey with me every step of the way. xxx
CHAPTER ONE
TALOS KALLIAKIS DIPPED his head and rubbed the nape of his neck. The consultantâs words had cut through to his marrow.
Looking back up to stare at his two brothers, he read the sorrow on their faces.
Astraeus Kalliakisâthe King of Agon, their grandfatherâwas dying.
Helios, the eldest of the three brothers and heir to the throne, folded his arms and took a visible deep breath before breaking the silence. âWe need to bring the Jubilee celebrations forward.â
The whole of Agon was gearing up to celebrate Astraeusâs fifty years on the throne. Everything was planned for the end of summer, six months away. The consultant oncologist had said in no uncertain terms he wouldnât last that long.
Talos cleared his throat before speaking. His vocal cords had never felt so raw. âI suggest we concentrate on the Jubilee Gala and cancel the rest of the celebrationsâtheyâre all superfluous. Letâs make the gala a true celebration of his life.â
âAgreed,â said Theseus, the middle brother, nodding. âWe should set the date for Aprilâthree months from now. It will be a push, but between us and the courtiers we can do it and do it well.â
Any later and there was every possibility their grandfather would not be there for it. Two months of intense chemotherapy would buy him time and shrink the tumours riddling his organs. But they would not cure him. It was too late for that.
Two months later
Talos Kalliakis headed through the back of the theatre that housed the Orchestre National de Paris, noting the faded, peeling wallpaper, the threadbare carpet that had to be older than his thirty-three years, the water-stained ceiling... No wonder the building was on the verge of being condemned. Of all the orchestral homes heâd visited in the past two months, the facilities here were by far the worst.
But he wasnât here for the facilities. Heâd come here on a whim, when heâd been left disappointed by the violinists from all of Franceâs other major orchestras, as heâd been left underwhelmed by those from the major orchestras of Greece, Italy, Spain and England.