Princess Raina’s beloved country is in trouble, and the only way for her to save it is to marry a Prince with coin to spare. Unfortunately, she’s already in love with her bodyguard Gavin…
Raina
At the age of twenty-one, I am to be introduced to society, complete with a royal ball, where I am intended to find a suitable prince.
Mostly, this sounds like fun, until I find out the ball is a ruse. My suitors are under scrutiny for other reasons, and I’m bait.
Apparently, our wealth has been stolen. Our country is practically destitute. It’s my duty to marry us out of the hole, while my bodyguard is supposed to ferret out the thief who has put us here.
Everyone has a secret, and mine is at least as scandalous as most.
I'm in love with my bodyguard. I wonder what he's hiding behind those dark blue eyes, and I'll do whatever it takes to find out.
Gavin
When I was hired to guard the princess, I thought it would be an easy job.
Boy, was I wrong.
Her safety is my mission, but Raina’s no delicate flower, and she doesn’t think she needs my protection.
She’s smart and beautiful with a naughty streak that makes me want to claim her for myself. However, if I give in to her charms, I could find myself on the wrong side of a firing squad.
Besides, I’m a hard man who has seen it all, and done unspeakable things in the service of my country. She deserves better, so I focus on tracking the person who has stolen her fortune.
I pray I can find the money. Because it I do, the princess won’t have to marry for money.
She might be able to follow her heart…
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“Okay, we’re good to go,” I announce, pulling off the blankets, and walking back to Raina. “I’ll take you to the bathroom to get undressed.”
“No. I can manage myself.”
“Princess.”
“No. I'll let you play doctor, but I can hop a few steps, Gavin. Don't baby me.”
“Fine. Have it your way,” I grit out, tossing one of the blankets to her.
She huffs in triumph and then hobbles toward the bathroom, but only makes it to the bed.
“This is silly. We’re all adults,” she begins, clearly rethinking her attempt to make it to the bathroom, even with the short distance; it’s clear it taken a toll on her. “I don't need to strip in the bathroom.”
Before I can process what she said and counter her, she's removed both her sweaters at once. I hastily avert my gaze, but not before I catch sight of her smooth, toned stomach and the lacy black bra she's wearing.
Oh God.
I find myself rendered speechless and befuddled, unsure what exactly I'm meant to be doing at this moment. Oh, right. I hedge around, keeping my eyes straight ahead toward my destination, the kitchen, but halfway there I halt in my tracks at Raina’s shriek of pain.
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