Tempted by the rebellious royal…
Millionaire Grayson Landers has fled the paparazzi back home—only to find himself in another media storm: rescuing the king’s niece from a thief!
Lady Annabelle DiSalvo is no pampered princess—she’s come to the Mediterranean island of Mirraccino to solve the mystery of her mother’s death. Grayson can’t help but want to assist her. Plagued by guilt over not being able to save his ex, this is his chance for redemption. Only he absolutely cannot fall for her and risk his heart again…unless it’s already too late!
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Excerpt:
Who’d have guessed that he could be so charming?
Annabelle’s feet barely touched the floor as she made her way back to her room with her ball gown in her arms. She wondered if it’d fit. She wasn’t worried. There was a woman on staff at the palace who could work magic with a needle.
She couldn’t believe Grayson had bought her a ball gown. No one had ever done anything so thoughtful for her—ever. Annabelle spread the gown out over the bed. It was simply stunning, with a crystal-studded bodice. The man certainly had good taste. A smile pulled at her lips.
If he didn’t want to get involved with her, he was certainly sending out the wrong signals, from the kiss in the park to this gown. Maybe he was changing his mind. And she didn’t see how that would be so bad.
There was a knock at her door. She rushed over, thinking that it was Grayson. She wondered what he’d forgotten to tell her. She opened it to find a new member of the household staff standing there holding a silver tray.
The young woman smiled. “Ma’am, your mail.”
Annabelle accepted it and closed the door. She was about to set the mail aside when she noticed that the top envelope didn’t have a postage stamp.
She stared at it a little longer. It had her name typed out but no address. And the longer she stared at it, the more convinced she was that someone had actually used a typewriter. She was intrigued. She didn’t know of anyone these days who used a typewriter.
She placed the other two envelopes on the desk before picking up a letter opener and running it smoothly along the fold in the envelope. She withdrew a plain piece of paper. When she unfolded it, she found a typed note:
This is your only warning.
Leave the past alone.
Nothing good will come of you unearthing ghosts.
You don’t want to end up like your mother.
Annabelle gasped. She’d been threatened. Adrenaline pumped through her veins. The implications of this note were staggering.
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