Rake. Rogue. Scoundrel.
Each of these words has been used to describe Damien Largess, youngest prince of Cardenas. But when he steps into a glittering ballroom on the night of his twenty-fifth birthday, the roguish young prince’s life will be forever changed.
Beautiful. Graceful. Sensual.
When Esmeralda steps into king’s ballroom to perform for the prince’s twenty-fifth birthday, every eye in the room is upon her. One pair of eyes intrigues her most of all … those of Prince Damien, seeming to stare straight through to her soul.
The two know nothing can ever come of their love; he is a prince, and she a Gypsy dancer. Yet, neither can seem to resist the passion that sparks when they are together, or the unmistakable call of destiny forcing their lives onto the same path.
However, love is not the only thing destiny has in store …
With a deadly plot against the royal family surrounding him in danger and intrigue, Damien will face a decision he never thought he would have to make. Will he step up to claim a responsibility that should never have fallen to the third son? Or will he abandon it to risk all for love?
The Third Son was my debut romance with a blend of fantasy and historical. As a free book in English, it has spent a lot of time in the top 100 free in he entire Amazon store, as well as many romance gerne top 100 lists. The book is first in a series, and the sales of the series' other 5 books have been catpulted by downloads of this book, resulting in top 100 genre ranking positions for them all.
"Say yes," he murmured between kisses.
He showered kisses over her neck, working his way up to the sensitive place behind her ear.
"Marry me," he whispered, taking her earlobe between his teeth. "Don't deny me."
Her legs buckled as if she had been drugged, and if not for his arms around her, she would have fallen at his feet. He never ceased his assault, whispering love words into her ear as he nibbled at her vulnerable flesh.
"You're not being fair," she managed, clinging to him as his lips lowered to her shoulders. "I can hardly say no to you while you're kissing me like this."
"Then I shall never stop kissing you," he whispered hoarsely, claiming her mouth once more.
Esmeralda pushed at his shoulders, fighting for breath, fighting for control over her tempestuous feelings. It was inevitable, she realized now. She had known it from the moment he tried to kiss her in the doorway of her little cottage ... she would never be able to deny him. Even that afternoon in the shaded glen, when he had been but a breath of a moment away from making love to her, she would not have denied him. How then, could she deny him this?
"Yes," she said. "Yes Damien, I'll marry you."
