Synopsis:
I
was born the youngest princess of a tiny country in the Alps, but
I've never been any good at being a princess. I'm shy and bookish,
and I don't know how to flirt. The only man I'm comfortable around is
my best friend, Alex. I used to have a crush on him, but I don't
anymore.
I
absolutely don't.
Right
now, I'm interested in a handsome French millionaire, but I need Alex
to help me learn how to be attractive to men. He agrees because he's
my friend, but he doesn't seem happy about it.
And
I need to remember that Alex is just giving me lessons. He isn't the
man I'm trying to win.
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Excerpt:
“So,
since you’re my friend, what do you suggest I do to move things
along with Stefan.”
He
stared at me blankly. “Move things along?”
“I
don’t mean I want to jump into bed with him, but I’d like to know
if he’s a possibility. What if he still doesn’t want to kiss me?”
“He
will.”
“What
if he doesn’t?”
“I
just said he will.”
“But
you said he did last time, and he didn’t even try.”
“Did
you give him any encouragement?”
“What
kind of encouragement?”
“You
know.”
I
gave an outraged huff. “I do not know! What do you think I’ve
been telling you all this time? I’m completely clueless. I’ve
never done this before. What kind of encouragement am I
supposed to give a man to get him to kiss me?”
Alex
straightened up, shifting slightly in his seat. “Just… just… I
don’t know… gaze up at him soulfully.”
I
snorted. “How am I supposed to do that? What does that even mean?”
He
groaned, but then evidently decided to take on this particular task.
He turned to face me more fully and reached out to take my shoulders,
turning my body toward his. “Okay,” he said in a different tone.
“Look at me. In the eyes.”
I
gazed up at him without hesitation. I looked at him all the time.
There was no one I’d rather look at than Alex.
Our
eyes met, and he murmured, “Now stop looking like you want to dig
into my brain for answers to your questions.”
I
gasped at this comment, but he didn’t give me time to respond.
He
continued, “I’m serious. Relax. Stop thinking. Just look at me.”
I
tried to do what he said and was startled by the look in his eyes. He
was gazing at me too, and for a moment I was trapped by the softness,
the depth, the warmth of his expression.
My
mind blurred over and my heart started to beat wildly. I could feel
my pulse in my wrists, my head, my throat.
“That’s
good,” Alex murmured huskily. “Really good. Just like that.”
My
breathing was growing more shallow, and other parts of my body
started to throb. He wasn’t even touching me, but it felt so much
like he was.
Trying
to make my mind work the way it was supposed to and engage in this
conversation, I asked, “So what if he… if he still doesn’t kiss
me.”
“Try
touching him.”
“I
don’t want to humiliate myself.”
“So
make it a little casual touch. Nothing definite. Just touch his arm
or his chest or something.”
Instinctively,
I lifted my hand and pressed it lightly against Alex’s chest. He
was wearing a dark blue crew neck shirt, and I could feel his hard,
warm chest beneath the fabric.
I
heard his breath hitch slightly. “Good.”
Willing
myself to act normal, I managed to say, “What if he still doesn’t
kiss me?”
“He
will.”
“What
if he doesn’t?”
“He
will.”
“What
if—”
He
smothered a soft groan. “Then move your hand. Maybe touch his face.
But just lightly.”
I
raised my hand and used my fingertips to gently stroke along the line
of his jaw. “Like this?” I whispered.
Alex
seemed frozen, unmoving, as he sat stiffly and stared at me.
I
loved the feel of his face so much that I stroked my finger back up
to his cheekbone.
He
let out a low groan and grabbed my face in both of his hands, pulling
me toward him until he was kissing me hard.
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I
was born the oldest princess of a tiny country in the Alps, which
means my future has been planned out for me since I was an infant. I
was supposed to marry a rich, arrogant stranger to help restore the
royal bank accounts, but I decided to go to college in the States
instead. It was the one act of rebellion in my very sheltered life.
That's
how I met Jack Watson. He lives next door, and he's the nicest,
sexiest guy I've ever known. My time here is almost over, though.
Soon I have to go back home and be the daughter my family and country
expects. So there's no sense in letting Jack seduce me with his slow
smile, his skillful hands, and his husky drawl.
Even
if I was allowed to have him for a boyfriend, Jack hates formal
occasions, pretentious people, and being the center of attention.
He'd never hook up with a princess.
Which
is why he can never know who I am.
I
was born the middle princess of a tiny country in the Alps, which
means my primary duty in life has always been to make a good marriage
for my family and country. That's why I'm marrying Edward Channing.
He's rich, handsome, arrogant, and silent.
Seriously,
he almost never talks to me at all.
He
might be marrying a princess, but he obviously doesn't want to spend
any more time with me than he has to. I have no problem with that. We
can live entirely different lives and pursue our own interests. I'm
sure we can make this arranged marriage work.
Of
course, we do need to produce an heir, but I'm trying not to think
about that.
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About
Noelle Adams:
Noelle handwrote her first romance novel in a
spiral-bound notebook when she was twelve, and she hasn’t stopped
writing since. She has lived in eight different states and currently
resides in Virginia, where she reads any book she can get her hands
on and offers tribute to a very spoiled cocker spaniel.
She loves travel, art, history, and ice cream. After spending far too many years of her life in graduate school, she has decided to reorient her priorities and focus on writing contemporary romances.
If you'd like to contact Noelle, please contact her at noelle.s.adams@gmail.com. Or connect with her on Twitter, Facebook, and Goodreads.
She loves travel, art, history, and ice cream. After spending far too many years of her life in graduate school, she has decided to reorient her priorities and focus on writing contemporary romances.
If you'd like to contact Noelle, please contact her at noelle.s.adams@gmail.com. Or connect with her on Twitter, Facebook, and Goodreads.
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