Betrothed to the Prince. Raye Morgan

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      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter One

      “Hello. What have we here?”

      Princess Katianna Mirishevsky Roseanova-Krimorova, usually known as Tianna Rose, stood looking down at the man sprawled on the cushioned gazebo bench with a reluctant sense of interest. It was pretty obvious he was sleeping off the effects of a night on the town. She couldn’t imagine how the staff who administered to this royal residence could let such things go on.

      “Shoddy maintenance,” her mother would have said. This certainly wouldn’t have been tolerated at her parents’ home.

      But this casual attitude seemed to be common here on the Arizona estate of the Roseanova family—the home of the exiled Royal House of the Rose. She’d arrived at the address, dismissed her cab and gone to the entry gatehouse, only to find the gate standing wide open and no one in attendance. The estate where she’d grown up was much more modest and low-key than this one, and yet such lax security was unheard of there. And besides that, she’d assumed there would be a shuttle service to take her to the main house, and now it looked like she was going to have to make the uphill climb on her own.

      Sighing, she started up the long driveway, only to notice the cute little gazebo overlooking a small man-made lake. She could see someone was inside so she made the detour in hopes of finding help. But it seemed she was destined to be out of luck again. The man was out like a light.

      Still, he was so good-looking, even in this state, that she lingered, looking him over for a moment. He looked quite comfortable lying on a sort of window seat setup equipped with plush cushions. His dark blond hair was tousled and a little too long, but his white shirt, though partially unbuttoned, was impeccable, his leather jacket expensive-looking and his slacks still had a beautiful crease. His features were strong and even, his skin smooth and tan. The slight stubble on his chin only enhanced the effect of very appealing masculinity. All in all, he was gorgeous. They just didn’t hire them like this where she came from—more the pity.

      She thought about giving him a quick shake and waking him. But no. That wouldn’t be much use. She might as well get back on the path and make her way to the main house. Pulling her wine-colored suede jacket a little closer in the cool fall morning air, she gave one last glance at the muscular exposure of his impressive chest and turned to go. To her horror, his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, trapping her.

      “Hey, Little Red Riding Hood,” he said in a voice low as a scratchy old cello. “Didn’t anyone tell you it isn’t safe to wander around alone in these woods?”

      “Let me go!” she ordered once she found his grasp was like steel.

      “Oh.” His eyes were barely slit open. “Sorry. I thought you were part of my dream.” But he still held her.

      She tugged on his hold, definitely annoyed by now.

      “Listen,” she began, but he wasn’t listening at all.

      “You’re sexy enough to be part of my dream,” he was musing whimsically. “And you’ll definitely be a part of my next dream.”

      “Make that your nightmare,” she snapped, reaching to grab his thumb and СКАЧАТЬ