Summer Fling with a Prince
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Royals of Monrosa
Three princes, three royal romances!
Princes Edwin, Luis and Ivo couldn’t be more different. But when their father, the king of Monrosa, announces his intent to abdicate the throne, they soon find themselves united in their royal duty.
And now they also have one more thing in common—their fight for true love! Because each of these princes is about to find themselves an unlikely princess. And they’ll accept nothing less than governing their kingdom with their brides by their sides.
Discover Edwin’s story in Best Friend to Princess Bride
Read Luis’s story in Christmas Encounter with a Prince
And find out Ivo’s story in Summer Fling with a Prince
All available now!
Dear Reader,
I hope this letter finds you and your loved ones safe and well.
Life recently has been hard for so many of us and I hope you can find a happy break away in reading this, the third book of the Royals of Monrosa trilogy.
Summer Fling with a Prince is a summer escape to the Mediterranean, where you will be immersed in the stunning and restorative beauty of the coastline.
In this tender love story, my hero and heroine, Prince Ivo of Monrosa and podcaster Toni Clarke, act as catalysts to one another in understanding who they really are and accepting their true selves.
I wrote this story during the COVID-19 pandemic, a time when truth, kindness and an open heart and mind were so important, and I hope in a small way my characters reflect the need for these qualities not just for our own happiness but also for those around us.
Wishing you much care and kindness in your life.
Katrina
Summer Fling with a Prince
Katrina Cudmore
A city-loving book addict, peony-obsessed Katrina Cudmore lives in Cork, Ireland, with her husband, four active children and a very daft dog. A psychology graduate with an MSc in human resources, Katrina spent many years working in multinational companies and can’t believe she is lucky enough now to have a job that involves daydreaming about love and handsome men! You can visit Katrina at katrinacudmore.com.
Books by Katrina Cudmore
Harlequin Romance
Royals of Monrosa
Best Friend to Princess Bride
Christmas Encounter with a Prince
Romantic Getaways
Her First-Date Honeymoon
Swept into the Rich Man’s World
The Best Man’s Guarded Heart
Their Baby Surprise
Tempted by Her Greek Tycoon
Christmas with the Duke
Resisting the Italian Single Dad
Second Chance with the Best Man
Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com.
To Liz, Treasa, Susan and so many other wonderful friends for all your support, belief and encouragement during my writing journey.
Praise for
Katrina Cudmore
“Second Chance with the Best Man is a sweet swoon-worthy romance.... Author Katrina Cudmore beautifully brought these two characters...their happy ever after. This is an emotionally uplifting story of hope and future. Highly recommended for all readers of romance.”
—Goodreads
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Epilogue
Excerpt from Reunited with Her Blue-Eyed Billionaire by Barbara Wallace
CHAPTER ONE
HIS SILVER-GREY GAZE flicked over her and then away from where she was waiting for him in the reception area of the open-plan office. His first acknowledgement of her arrival. Seated midway around the conference table positioned at the centre of the converted warehouse, he was listening intently, a slight nod or frown his only feedback to what was being said by the others around the table.
The group of fifteen were speaking in English but, given their accents, they were from a wide mixture of nationalities. Their exuberance and passion for whatever they were discussing was what united them, as was their body language that said they were trying to impress him. Their boss. Prince Ivo of Monrosa. Former international athlete and now Private Investment Management CEO.
His staff, those taking part in the meeting and the twenty or so others who were working on laptops at long communal tables, were casually dressed to suit the laidback vibe of the office interior that housed break-out areas with low-slung armchairs and lavish barista machines, modern artwork hanging on the exposed stone walls. But Ivo stood apart, his exceptional height, proud stature, immaculate grooming and astute, watchful presence making it near impossible not to stare at him. He had a hardness, a sharpness in every feature that made him strikingly handsome but also incredibly intimidating.
His crisp blue open-necked shirt and navy trousers were bespoke. His wavy brown hair, cropped at the sides, was swept back from his forehead. With high cheekbones and tight, glowing skin, he still had the bright-eyed energy of an international athlete. And with a royal title, wealth, a distinguished sporting career and now a reputation in the financial world for killer analytical skills, no wonder he was aloof. He didn’t have to impress anyone.
Admit it, Toni Clarke...you find his cool self-possession inspirational...and sexy as hell. And the way your heart is thumping...well, it’s not just due to your nervousness over this interview, is it? Nope, it’s seeing him again that’s throwing you off balance.
Unable to bear sitting any longer, she stood and stared out of the window to the rejuvenated and historical dock area on the harbour front of Monrosa town. She had so many ties with Ivo, but had only met him the once—when she was bridesmaid at her best friend Alice’s wedding to Ivo’s brother Prince Luis. Ivo had been best man. And it was through Alice that she had become friendly with Kara, Princess of Monrosa, who was married to the eldest royal brother, Prince Edwin, now monarch of Monrosa, having inherited the crown when his father abdicated.
She had known they’d invariably bump into each other this weekend at the christening of Kara and Edwin’s firstborn child—Princess Gabriela. She would have been able to handle that, as there would have been other people around for her to chat to. But now...thanks to Kara, she was about to spend four whole days in his company. The wedding had been eighteen months ago...but she was still mortified about how she had sobbed in his arms...and how horrified he had seemed.
You have this under control. Yes, the timing is terrible and, yes, he’s seen you ugly-cry, but the man’s an icon and this interview has the potential to change everything. Okay, so he might be the most unnerving man you have ever met but he’s still human...isn’t he? The Machine—his nickname when he won a gold medal for rowing, his expression never changing, whether it was on the starting line or on the podium, always the same unsettling, penetrating seriousness. Ivo never gave interviews. He was known for being intensely private. Other journalists would give their right arm to be able to interview him...for an hour even, never mind getting to spend four whole days with him. The simple fact is that you need this interview. You need it to be a success. Back yourself. Don’t give in to your self-doubts. At least you know something about his life and you’re not going into this interview completely blind like you usually do.
How on earth had she ever let Kara persuade her that she shouldn’t know who it was she was going to interview unt
il the very last moment? Yes, this tactic led to honest and raw interviews where she learnt about the individual at the same time as the listener. There were no scripted questions, no time for her to enter the interview with any preconceived ideas about the person. But it was a nerve-racking process...especially as the podcast also involved her moving in with the person for four days. The interviews were garnering great feedback for their unique and intimate style. She and Kara had agreed that the initial interviews should be low-key, a way to experiment and learn from the process. And she had assumed that Kara, whose team organised the interviews, would keep it that way for another few months. Instead she had thrown her right into the deep end with an interview that would test the nerve of even the most seasoned of journalists. What had Kara been thinking? Kara knew she wasn’t in a good place right now...your ex’s surprise wedding splashed all over social media tended to have that effect.
She was over Dan. It wasn’t as though she had spent the last eighteen months pining over him. She had got on with life, determined to make something of her new, if unexpected, independence. But his wedding had thrown her. It had brought back all the memories of the hurt and shock and disappointment of him leaving her...but also the regret and shame that in their later years together she had stayed with him not for love but because he made her feel secure. Regret because she had clung to the embers of their relationship for all the wrong reasons. Shame because she should have known better. For her entire childhood she had watched her father come and go from her life. She had known that love was unreliable. But instead of learning from that, instead of being wary and making sure to protect her heart, aged nineteen she had jumped right into a ten-year relationship with Dan, desperate to feel safe and secure. And when their relationship had started to go wrong, when Dan had grown distant and remote, she had fallen into the same trap her mother had fallen into with her father. Time and time again her mum had taken her dad back even after months or sometimes years of absence, always hoping that one day he would change and give her the love she needed and deserved.
She should have been braver in her relationship with Dan. Ended it long before he had walked away. She shouldn’t have been so willing to stay in a flawed relationship, compromising her own happiness and self-worth because she didn’t know how she would cope on her own.
Now she knew that she needed to protect herself, be tougher and not be so emotionally vulnerable. In the past she had always worn her heart on her sleeve, overly confident of other people’s loyalty and friendship. But all of that had been shattered when in the aftermath of her relationship with Dan ending, colleagues—who she had considered friends—in the television production company they both worked in had distanced themselves from her. It shouldn’t have been such a surprise. After all, Dan was the global star of riveting historical documentaries and the reason why the production company’s fortunes were growing year on year. She, as a producer, was much more replaceable. Even if it was her who introduced Dan to the production company in the first place when they had been searching for a presenter of their new documentary series.
Never again would she allow herself to be hurt. Yes, she dated guys but she kept them at a distance. She had no interest in anything serious and was instead pouring her energy into her career as a podcaster.
This YA Together, Person Unknown podcast was everything to her. It was her way of re-establishing her name and reputation. It was the thing that gave her a purpose in life. She could not mess up this golden opportunity.
Along the marina, office workers finished for the week, and, no doubt celebrating the fact that it was a long weekend in Monrosa, as Monday was a national holiday, sat outside the bars and cafés, sipping cocktails and eating tapas. Her stomach grumbled. She hadn’t eaten since she had grabbed a croissant in her local café this morning on the way to the airport. But she hadn’t even managed to eat that in full, thanks to Kara’s phone call. Kara had excitedly announced that she had set her up with an interview for the weekend. Toni had argued that she was in no fit state to interview anyone but Kara wasn’t having any of it. Kara wouldn’t even listen to her protests that she had been looking forward to spending the weekend getting to know Gabriela. Instead Kara had ended the call saying that as usual the driver who was to collect her at the airport would inform her of her interviewee once they were approaching the interviewee’s place of work. She had binned her croissant and run home to collect her portable recorder and microphones.
‘Miss Clarke?’
She swung around, her heart pounding. She hadn’t heard him approach.
‘My apologies for keeping you waiting.’ He gestured in the direction of the refreshment area. ‘Can I get you something to drink?’
He was so polite, so formal. So unperturbed at meeting her again. Blood rushed to her cheeks. His voice, deep and accented, had her heart thumping in her chest.
‘No, thank you, Your Highness.’
He asked her to follow him and, grabbing her laptop bag, she followed him into one of the glass-walled offices to the side of the warehouse. He sat behind the desk, a huge window behind him giving a view of the row of mega-yachts lining the marina, the ferry that ran between here and Monrosa old town creating a white ribbon wake in the ink-blue Mediterranean.
She took a seat on the opposite side of the desk.
He fixed those silver eyes on her. Seconds passed. He continued to stare at her. Was this a test? She smiled in the hope he might respond in kind. He didn’t. She felt herself redden again, her heart really pounding now under the force of his gaze, the aura of power that surrounded him, his comfort with the silence between them that was making her want to start babbling. And what really scared her was that one very crazy and inappropriate question kept going around her head and she was terrified of blurting it out.
Do you like having sex standing up?
What was the matter with her? Why was she sitting here trying to erase the image of Ivo holding her against a wall, that deep voice whispering into her ear?
‘Four days seems excessive.’
Was he thinking about sex too? She swallowed hard. ‘Four days?’
He frowned. ‘Yes, the interview. Kara said it would take four days.’
‘Oh...yes... I’m afraid so.’ She took a deep breath, knowing she needed to focus. She was used to this. Interviewees having second thoughts about agreeing to the interview in the first place. ‘But I promise to be a good houseguest. I don’t have any bad habits...that I know of anyway. Although one of my interviewees did reckon I hogged the bathroom too much in the morning, but then she did live in a one-bathroom apartment, not a palace.’ She gave a laugh. And then cringed when his expression tightened.
It was time to start again. She held out her hand. ‘Sir it’s really nice to see you again and thank you for agreeing to the interview. As Kara may have explained, I do not know who I am interviewing until I arrive, so it’s a great pleasure and surprise to know that it’s you.’ Surprise, yes. Pleasure...that she wasn’t certain of.
He leant across the table and took her hand. His grip was as strong and encompassing as she remembered. Breaking away, he asked, ‘Why a pleasure?’
His stare was uncompromising. As though he was assessing every detail about her, storing away every fact in order to decide whether he was going to go ahead with this interview. And instead of meeting him head on and persuading him that this was something he wanted to do, her brain headed off in a completely different direction.
Well, pleasure might be pushing it. Yes, I could watch you for eternity—you have the face and body of a Greek god—but in truth you kind of terrify me. Quiet people unnerve me. I like chat and banter. I like connecting with people and knowing where I stand with them. I don’t want complications or awkwardness. But with you... I’m not sure I’ll manage any of those things.
She sat more upright in her chair. It was time to pull herself together and do her job. ‘Your a
ppearance on the podcast will help us to reach an even wider audience. People will want to hear your story.’ She paused, a sense of purpose grounding her. ‘This podcast, Person Unknown, is a gateway for people to learn that Young Adults Together is there to support them with any mental health problems they’re facing. After each podcast, there’s a spike in people contacting the helplines. But lots of young people either don’t know of the service or are too nervous to make contact—in having prominent people talk about their lives and what they have learnt in both good and bad times, listeners can realise that they aren’t alone in facing challenges. I am certain that your interview will be immensely powerful in helping others.’
He didn’t respond to her answer. His gaze shifted away to a point over her shoulder, a tiny movement ticking in his jaw. Outside, in the main office, staff were leaving for the day, their chatter and laughter in stark contrast with the silence between them.
She needed to take this situation in hand. Unzipping her laptop bag, she said in her best cheerful voice, ‘But before we talk any further, let me set up my equipment. As Kara will have explained, I always hold my first interview at the person’s place of work so that listeners get a glimpse of their professional life. And I begin recording as soon as is feasible so that the listeners get to hear our interactions from the very beginning. We want them to feel immersed in the whole experience.’ Placing the recorder on the table, she plugged the two microphones in and, positioning them in their mike stands on the table, she stood and leant across the desk in order to put the mike close to him. Raising her head, she met his solemn silver gaze. For long moments neither of them looked away. A buzz of attraction danced in the air between them. ‘Are you ready for me?’
He raised an eyebrow.
Heat blasted her cheeks. ‘I mean, are you ready for me to start the interview?’
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