That Royal Betrothal
Hell, hath no fury like a woman scorned.
When Zara, a tomboy English princess is forced to marry her betrothed, Zack, a noble Spanish prince, all hell lets loose.
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He could burn.
When you sight him, run.
Cause to him it’s for fun.
Those were the rumors she had heard about a devilishly handsome and seductive prince.
If only she knew, sometimes rumors can be true.
“You bastard”, I said swearing in about three different languages I had picked up from novels and I used silently. But this time was different. I had said it out loud; much too loud. Damn my too-quick tongue.
“You really do have an intriguing manner of speech, little one. And I find it less amusing”, he drew nearer and I stood on tiptoe pressing firmly against the shelf. What was this? Why was my heart beating so fast?
“I don’t care what you think”, I say almost out of breath as his dark eyes stare into my sapphire ones. His hands reached for my face and before I could stop him, he began rubbing slow circles just beside my mouth.
“I guess I have to do something about this mouth of yours”, he said quickwittedly. I shudder a bit as he rubbed that spot and just as I was about to slap his hand away, he leaned in.
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