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And on the 2nd Day of Christmas, the winner is… Lakisha Garcia.
For Lakisha’s Christmas gift, she got to pick one of my books.
She chose… A PRINCESS BY CHRISTMAS (Twin Princes of Mirraccino, book 1)
A royal kiss under the mistletoe
Prince Alexandro Castanovo arrives in snowy New York intent on protecting his royal family from scandal. And when Reese Harding—down-to-earth and heart-stoppingly beautiful—finds room for him at her inn, it seems like the perfect twist of fate.
Not long ago Reese's world came crumbling down, shaking her foundations. But this enigmatic stranger intrigues her! She's learned to be wary of secrets…but when she discovers Alex's true identity, might there be enough magic in the air to make this regular American girl a princess by Christmas…?
Alex had no intention of saying I do any time soon—if ever. He’d seen firsthand how powerful love could be. And when it was over, it left people utterly devastated.
If he took the plunge it would be for something other than love—something worthwhile. After all, a meaningful union was what was expected of a prince. It was his duty.
Lost in his thoughts, Alex yanked open the front door. His hand grasped the brass handle on the glass storm door and pushed. At that moment, he saw Reese off to the side. The door bumped into the stool with her on it. The contraption teetered to the side. Reese jumped off just in time.
“Are you okay?” Alex rushed to her side.
“I’m fine.” But she didn’t look happy to see him—not that he could blame her. “I didn’t expect to find someone standing in front of the door.”
“It’s my fault, I should have moved over to the side a little more, but I was having problems stringing the lights right above the door.”
He glanced at them. “They look all right to me.”
“Look at them from down here.” She led the way into the yard, oblivious of the deepening layer of snow.
Alex followed her. When he turned back, he found she’d transformed the porch into a beautiful winter scene. There was garland lining the front of the porch. Small artificial pine trees strung with white lights stood guard on either side of the front door. And then there were strands of white twinkle lights the whole way around the porch, giving it a soft glow.
As Reese stood there puzzling over how to finish stringing the lights, her full lips pursed together. If he were impulsive—like his twin— he might consider stealing a kiss just to see if her lips were as sweet as they looked.
Alex turned to look out over the quiet street. The thought of kissing her still pulled at his thoughts. Besides probably earning him a slap for his effort, he knew kissing her was the sort of spontaneity that had gotten his brother in a world of trouble. Alex still didn’t understand how the crown prince could elope with a woman he had only known for a handful of weeks. Frustration churned in Alex’s gut. No one would want an impulsive ruler, including Alex himself. That’s why the elopement had to be dealt with immediately and quietly without the encroachment of the press.
Alex glanced in Reese’s direction to find her big brown eyes studying him. Her gaze was intense and put him off center because it was as if she could see through him—see that he was a fake. Or maybe it was his guilt from not introducing himself properly as the prince of the Mirraccino Islands that had him uneasy.
But it had to be this way. Keeping his identity hush-hush was of the utmost importance. He didn’t know this woman any better than a person on the street. There was no reason to take her into his confidence and expect her to keep it. To her he was nothing more than a paying customer—end of story.
Her brow crinkled. “Is something wrong?”
“Not that I can think of.”
“Okay. I just thought with you standing out here in the cold instead of inside in the warmth that you must need something important.”
This was his opening. He didn’t have a lot of practice at apologies and for some reason he really wanted to get this right. “There’s something I have to say.”