This Cinderella romance from Emmy Grayson has it all—drama, revenge…and a royal proposal to remember!
His royal ring is on the table…
Her destiny is in his hands!
Small-town bartender Briony Smith’s exhilarating flirtation with customer Cass is a welcome distraction from her very ordinary existence. She’s speechless when Cass reveals he’s a prince and she’s a long-lost princess!
She’s even more shocked by his convenient proposal! Marrying Cass will allow her to be part of the family she’s never known. And their powerful attraction can only sweeten the deal. But will it still feel like a fairy tale after Cass’s admission that making her his bride is part of his plan for revenge?
Pretty far down the road of self-pity, she thought with a disgusted sigh as she shivered in the winter cold and glanced over her shoulder. Her suite was a vision of royal luxury. A rounded bed dominated one side, raised up on a dais with a peaceful painting of the mountains on the wall, was covered by violet silk sheets and a thick white comforter. Marble steps led down to a sitting area comprised of a red fainting couch and matching chairs done up in velvet and trimmed in silver. Wood roared in a stone fireplace, flanked on either side by bookcases set into the.
Poor little rich girl. She’d heard the sentiment often enough, had done her fair share of eye-rolling when she’d read an interview with the latest actress or model who talked about the hard parts of their lives, the lack of privacy, the pervasive loneliness.
Except now she understood it all too well.
The door swung open. Her eyes narrowed even as her heartbeat sped up at the sight of Cass standing in the doorway. Clad only in his dark trousers and midnight blue shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal his tan forearms, he looked sinfully good.
She turned her back to him. How could the man be so manipulative and still look so handsome?
The door to the balcony clicked open.
“Cold out here.”
The shiver that traveled down her spine had nothing to do with the freezing winter air tugging at her hair.
She gritted her teeth. Just because her body found Cass physically attractive didn’t mean the man wasn’t a manipulative snake.
“Matches the personalities of most of the people who live here.”
Emmy’s interest in romance can be traced back to her love of Nancy Drew books, when she tried to solve the mysteries of her favorite detective while rereading the romantic chapters with Ned Nickerson. Fast-forward a few years when she discovered a worn copy of “A Rose in Winter” by Kathleen Woodiwiss on her mother’s bookshelf, and she was hooked. Over 20 years later, Harlequin Presents made her dream come true by offering her a contract for her first book.
When Emmy isn’t writing or reading, she’s chasing around her baby boy, feeding her menagerie of fur babies or carving out a little time on her front porch with her firefighter hubby.
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Title: Love, Not War Author: Anthology Genre: Romance
LOVE, NOT WAR — A charity Anthology for the Ukraine Crisis Fund
17 authors have come together to write 16 different romance stories of all sub-genres and tropes.
LOVE, NOT WAR releases 05.24.22
All proceeds will go to benefit affected communities in Ukraine, with a focus on the most vulnerable, including children, who need access to food, medical services, and psychosocial support. It also supports humanitarian assistance in impacted communities in Ukraine and surrounding regions where Ukrainian refugees have fled.
Title: All-Star Love Author: Stephanie J. Scott Genre: Young Adult Sports Romance
An enemies-to-more fake dating romance set in the world of competitive tennis Maisie Maxwell planned for a senior year of dazzling college scouts by playing her best tennis. Instead, her beloved tennis training academy is thrown into scandal when the academy founder and head coach, who happens to be her uncle, takes off to Tahiti with the school’s tuition money. Her classmates label her a traitor, but she commits to graduate from the school she loves.
Only her aim to lay low is thwarted by the school’s last-ditch hope to stay open, a new partnership with reality show The Academy.
Also not helping her stay-under-the-radar plan? A wayward forehand shot that nails transfer student Shane Wagner in the face on day one. Shane, obnoxiously gorgeous for starters, is the current number one nationally seeded player in junior boys’ tennis. Oops.
Everyone at school sees Shane as an outsider and fame-seeker. He’s just as much an outcast as Maisie. While reality show producers push for chaos, Shane and Maisie band together with their own idea: pretend to be together and control the narrative.
But the savvy head producer has her own agenda, and it’s not collegiate tennis scholarships. Shane and Maisie need to play hard to save the school before they’re outmatched.
Instinctively, I backed up, stepping directly onto Shane’s foot. His hands captured my arms, catching me before we fully collided. I slow turned, mouthing Go! just as the sound of dagger heels against tile floor click-clicked. Paige was coming.
Shane, still holding my arms, stared at me, our faces scant inches apart. He was frozen. Unmoving iceberg, dead in the water.
And then our lips met. I wasn’t entirely sure how, but our faces were definitely connected. I stared at him—or, more like stared into his pores because my face was on top of his. His eyes were closed.
Shane Wagner. Was. Kissing me.
A burst of heat traveled from our lips like a furnace on full blast. He tasted like blueberry muffin with a hint of salt. His lips were soft and welcoming. Actually, I could stay here awhile. I could stay like this, kissing Shane, and live in this furnace blast for—
“Oh,” said Paige behind me.
And just like that, Shane broke away. My sense of direction skewed, I fell back against the wall.
He blinked at me and cleared his throat. “Sorry.” He spoke past me toward Paige. “Maisie and I, we thought we were alone.”
What? I stared back at Shane. Oh, right. We’d been spying and had no reasonable excuse for listening in on Paige’s conversation. This was a cover-up.
Paige gave us a steely look, then continued on her way.
“Come on.” Shane’s hand joined mine. I found myself trailing after him, my vision unfocused. Trailing after with betraying, puffed lips. Lips that wanted another taste.
Stephanie J. Scott writes young adult and romance about characters who put their passions first. Her debut ALTERATIONS about a fashion-obsessed loner who reinvents herself was a Romance Writers of America RITA® award finalist. She enjoys dance fitness, everything cats, and has a slight obsession with Instagram. A Midwest girl at heart, she resides outside of Chicago with her tech-of-all-trades husband and fuzzy furbabies.
