Winter Wedding For The Prince

Crown Prince under the mistletoe...

Crown Prince Armando’s belief in love died along with his wife, but duty dictates he must remarry! He enlists royal assistant Rosa Lamberti to help him find a suitable candidate, but a sizzling kiss under the mistletoe with Rosa awakens feelings Armando thought long buried...

After a difficult divorce, Rosa had sworn off men, so she’s shocked to realize she yearns to be Armando’s bride! This Christmas, will Rosa get the best gift of all—a second chance at love, with Armando?

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You won’t want to miss this delightfully emotional new duet from Barbara Wallace, brimming with Christmas magic!

Dear Reader,

Welcome back to Corinthia!

Seems our tiny Mediterranean country has developed a case of wedding fever this holiday season. For starters, Princess Arianna will be marrying her American prince on Christmas Eve. That’s not all, however... Rumor has it Crown Prince Armando will be announcing his engagement to the sultan of Yelgiers’s daughter on New Year’s Day!

The marriage is more strategic alliance than romance, but Prince Armando doesn’t mind. He’s already married—and lost—the love of his life, and is positive he’ll never love again. An arranged marriage with his economic ally solves a multitude of problems, including producing an heir and protecting the country from potential scandal.

There’s only one small hitch to his plans: a mistletoe kiss he shared with his assistant, Rosa, has him unable to think of anything else. Could it be that the heart he thought was dead has returned to life at the worst possible time?

What’s a prince to do when he’s trapped between love and responsibility?

I had fun creating the Royal Family of Corinthia and helping them celebrate Christmas. So much so, in fact, that I’m considering a return next holiday season. If you’d like to see more of these characters, please drop me a line at [email protected] and let me know.

Meanwhile, if you haven’t read Princess Arianna’s story, you can catch up with last month’s Christmas Baby for the Princess.

I hope every one of you has a wonderful holiday season. Merry Christmas and happy 2017!

Barbara Wallace

Winter Wedding for the Prince

Barbara Wallace

www.millsandboon.co.uk

BARBARA WALLACE can’t remember when she wasn’t dreaming up love stories in her head, so writing romances for Harlequin Romance is a dream come true. Happily married to her own Prince Charming, she lives in New England with a house full of empty-nest animals. Occasionally her son comes home, as well.

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For Second Lieutenant Andrew Wallace, who commissioned five days after I typed The End. Merry Christmas!

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Dear Reader

Title Page

About the Author

Dedication

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

Extract

Copyright

CHAPTER ONE

“THEN, AFTER THE children finish their sing-along, Babbo Natale will arrive to distribute presents. We were lucky enough this year to get each child something from their wish lists, even the girl who asked for a dragon and one thousand chocolate cookies. The internet is a wonderful thing.” Rosa Lamberti looked up from her paperwork. “Are you even listening?” she asked the man in front of her.

Armando Santoro, crown prince of Corinthia, paused midstep to give her a narrow-eyed look. “Of course I did. Babbo Natale. Dragons. Cookies. Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know, maybe because you have been wearing a path in the carpet for the past thirty minutes.” Pacing like a caged panther was more like it. He had been crossing the hand-woven Oushak with long, heavy-footed strides that took advantage of his extra-tall frame. Between that and the scowl plastered on his face, she half expected him to start growling. “I have a feeling I could have announced a coup and you wouldn’t have heard me.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, running a hand through his dark curls. “I’m a bit distracted this morning.”

Clearly. Setting her paperwork aside, Rosa helped herself to a fresh cup of coffee. On good days, being the prince’s personal assistant was a three-cup job. When he was distracted, the number increased to four or five.

“Don’t tell me you’re upset about your sister,” she said. Only that morning, Princess Arianna had announced her engagement to an American businessman named Max Brown whom she had met in New York City. The details of the courtship were sketchy. According to Armando, the princess had taken off for America without a word why. A few days after her return, Max Brown forced his way into the castle demanding to see her. The pair had been inseparable ever since.