The Prince's Pregnant Bride / Billionaire Baby Dilemma. Jennifer Lewis

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      The Prince’s

      Pregnant Bride

      Jennifer Lewis

      Billionaire

      Baby Dilemma

      Barbara Dunlop

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      The Prince’s

      Pregnant Bride

      Jennifer Lewis

       “You think they expect us to sleep together?”

      He tilted his head and held her gaze. “Probably, yes.” She nodded.

      He lifted a brow. Heat flared in his groin. “Do you think we should?”

      Her cheek heated under his thumb. “Yes, I do.” Her voice was low, breathy.

      AJ blinked. He’d not expected that answer. In fact, he’d had no intention of doing more than kissing her.

      But since he was a healthy male, he rose from the sofa and took her hand. “Then I guess we’d better go into the bedroom.”

      Dear Reader,

      This story is the first of three books about Royal Rebels, strong men already successful in their chosen field, who find themselves unexpectedly thrust on to the throne of their ancestral homeland.

      The germ of inspiration for the series came when the Desire™ editors asked me to write Prince of Midtown, in 2008. I’m not sure I’d have ever considered writing a royal of my own accord—I’m a big fan of democracy—but I loved the process of creating my energetic and charming prince and his romantic Mediterranean homeland.

      The enthusiastic reader mail I received for that book made it clear that there’s something irresistible about a royal hero. Perhaps it’s the limitless wealth, and the power and influence beyond most of our wildest dreams.

      Or maybe the sense of honour that comes with accepting duties you’ve been born to. Either way, I couldn’t resist writing more royal heroes.

      This first story takes place in the palm-shaded island of Rahiri, where I had fun creating a lush Pacific paradise for my king to rule along with his lovely queen—if they can just find their way to that happy ending. I hope you enjoy AJ and Lani’s story.

       Jen

      About the Author

      JENNIFER LEWIS has been dreaming up stories for as long as she can remember and is thrilled to be able to share them with readers. She has lived on both sides of the Atlantic and worked in media and the arts before she grew bold enough to put pen to paper. Happily settled in England with her family, she would love to hear from readers at [email protected]. Visit her website at www.jenlewis.com.

      For Sue, my fun and generous friend and neighbour,

      who helps make living here such a pleasure.

      Acknowledgements:

      Many thanks to the lovely people who read this book

      while I was writing it—Anne, Cynthia, Jerri, Leeanne,

      my agent Andrea and my editor Charles.

      One

      “What do you mean I have to marry her?” AJ Rahia tried to keep his voice down. Waiters passed out champagne, and the polite hum of conversation buzzed in his ears. The woman in question stood only a few yards away, in the well-dressed crowd of mourners at the wake.

      His mother took his hand between her two soft ones. “It’s your duty. If the king dies, one of his brothers must marry the royal widow.”

      The carved walls of the old palace seemed to close in on him. “That’s ridiculous. It’s the twenty-first century. And I’m sure she doesn’t want to marry me any more than I want to marry her.” He resisted the urge to turn and glance at the petite young widow he hadn’t even seen since her wedding five years earlier.

      His mother tilted her head and spoke softly. “She’s as sweet as she is beautiful.”

      “Mom!”

      “And I have no other sons.”

      AJ stiffened. Something had happened during his own birth that left his mom unable to have more children. Just another burden of guilt that settled uncomfortably back on his shoulders each time he returned to Rahiri.

      He’d just arrived for his brother’s funeral—or whatever you called it when there was no body—and already his ticket back to L.A. was burning a hole in his pocket.

      “I’m sure she’ll want to mourn for at least a year before she thinks about marrying again.” He rested his hand on his mom’s shoulder. She was so tiny. Or he was so huge. He resisted a powerful urge to hug this very demanding but fiercely loving woman. “Then you’ll find the perfect husband for her.”

      “You can’t choose a king.” His mother looked up, her eyes imploring. “A king is born.”

      “And I wasn’t born to be king. Most people are convinced I was born to direct big-budget action movies, which is why they give me so much money for it.”

      His mom waved her hand, dismissive. “Child’s play and you know it.” She took his hand and squeezed it between her palms. “Come home. You belong here, and we need you.”

      He ignored the tightening in his chest. “To rule the country? I don’t think so. How about Cousin Ainu? He’s always trying to run everything. He’d be thrilled.”

      His mom narrowed her eyes, which caused her mascaraed lashes to clump together. “The Rahia family has ruled Rahiri for as long as anyone can remember. That chain of tradition cannot be broken.”

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