Contents
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About His American Princess
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Excerpt of The Duchess’s Decision
Excerpt of The Client
Excerpt of 21st Century Courtesan Book 1
Books by Pamela DuMond
Acknowledgments
About the Author
His American Princess
The Crown Affair Book Three
Pamela DuMond
Pamela DuMond Media
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ROMANCE
21st CENTURY COURTESAN series
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TYCOON: A 21st Century Courtesan Prologue
PLAYER #1
MOVIE STAR #2 - Coming soon
BELOVED #3 - Coming soon
HUSBAND #4 - Coming soon
THE CROWN AFFAIR series
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His Sexy Cinderella - A Crown Affair Prologue
The Prince’s Playbook #1
His Majesty’s Measure #2
The American Princess #3
The Duchess’s Decision #4
PLAYING DIRTY ROM-COM Stand Alones
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The Client
The Matchmaker
ROYALLY WED ROM-COM series
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Part-time Princess #1 —Coming soon as a CHAPTERS Interactive Stories Game App !
Royally Wed #2
Royally Wed: The Poser #3
Royally Wed: The Cock-Up #4
PLAYING SWEETER ROM-COM Stand Alones
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Ms. Match Meets a Millionaire
The Story of You and Me
MORTAL BELOVED TIME TRAVEL series
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The Messenger #1
The Assassin #2
The Seeker #3
The Believer #4: Jack & Clara — STAND ALONE
MYSTERY
ANNIE GRACELAND COZY MYSTERIES
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Cupcakes, Lies, and Dead Guys #1
Cupcakes, Sales, and Cocktails
Cupcakes, Pies, and Hot Guys
Cupcakes, Paws, and Bad Santa Claus
Cupcakes, Diaries, and Rotten Inquiries
Cupcakes, Bats, and Scare-dy Cats
Cupcakes, Bars, and Rock Stars
Cupcakes, Spies, and Despicable Guys - Also available to play as a Chapters Interactive Stories Game !
Cupcakes, Screams, and Drama Queens - Coming soon
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Staying Young: Simple Techniques to Look and Feel Young
His American Princess: The Crown Affair Book Three Copyright © 2018 Pamela DuMond ~ All rights reserved.
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Cover Design by Lori Jackson
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His American Princess: The Crown Affair Book Three © 2018 is the re-imagined, explicit, steamier version of Royally Wed: The Poser © 2017 Pamela DuMond.
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The story has been changed and additional content added by the same author, Pamela DuMond. All rights for both books are reserved.
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The above book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
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No parts of these books may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping, or by any other means, without written permission of the author, except in the use of brief quotations used in articles or reviews. You can contact the author at www.pameladumond.com .
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ISBN13: 978-1720442660
ISBN-10: 1720442665
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Published by Pamela DuMond Media
About His American Princess
PRAISE
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THE CROWN AFFAIR: BOOK 3
A few years ago, I was an impoverished cocktail waitress, an American commoner, struggling to pay the bills and keep my uncle in assisted living. Now I’m marrying gorgeous Maximillian Rochartè, the Prince of Bellèno.
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Or at least I’m trying to.
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The Archbishop claims our wedding was performed by an unlicensed priest, and insists that in the eyes of the church we’re not legally wed. We could ignore his fear mongering but what if he’s right? Could our future children be kicked out of the royal family?
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Max must serve his National Guard duty. It falls on me, my ladies in waiting, and Leo, the Crown Prince of Be
llèno -- who recently admitted he has feelings for me -- to travel to Italy, and track down the wannabe priest. We need to resolve this mess so Max and I can get re-married before the paparazzi finds out and blows the scandal wide open.
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What more could go wrong?
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His American Princess © 2018 by USA Today bestselling author Pamela DuMond is the re-imagined, steamier, more explicit version of Royally Wed: The Poser © 2017. Additional content has been added to the original story.
For
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Carolyn Haines
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You’re a national treasure.
Chapter 1
VIVIAN
It was my first Christmas as a married woman and I couldn’t be happier spending the holidays in Bellèno with my new husband, Prince Maximillian.
Correction #1. My gorgeous husband was shopping for a Christmas tree with his brother while I shopped at a local farmer’s market with my Ladies in Waiting.
Correction #2. I was fairly certain that I was married, but lately there had been some confusion about that.
Snowflakes wafted through the air, dusting our hair and warm winter coats on a Saturday afternoon as we wandered through St. Luce’s Old Town Farmer’s Market. It was the second weekend in December and the Christmas/Hanukkah holidays were already in full swing. Twinkly lights were wrapped around trees and draped from the tops of gorgeous old buildings.
Shoppers walked briskly through the urban streets as three or four member bands played Christmas carols and classic holiday standards like “White Christmas” and “Jingle Bells.” Despite the cornucopia of pressing world problems, there was still an undeniable holiday spirit in the air: hope, love, and longing for peace on Earth.
We browsed the booths looking for presents, farm fresh groceries, and baked goods. Joan held a bar of homemade soap close to her nose and sniffed. “This has a hint of bacon. I might get distracted in the middle of showering and be tempted to eat it.”
“As will your numerous shower mates,” Esmeralda said.
“I’m not dating anyone,” Joan replied. “I shower alone.”
“Not for long,” Esmeralda said.
“Who doesn’t love bacon?” I asked.
Joan waved a handful of Euros at the vendor. “I’ll take five of these, please.”
“That booth on the far left is selling gingerbread crèches,” Lady Beatrice Hafligher said. “The Wise Men’s hats are covered in jewel-toned sugar icing. My girls would love them.”
Esmeralda rolled her eyes and pointed to a kiosk. “Hey look, that guy is selling holiday-themed unicorn mugs.”
“Even better!” Bea squeezed through the crowd toward the display.
“She overdoses on Christmas every year,” Esmeralda said. “I think she’s an addict.”
“There are worse addictions to have,” I said.
“Speaking of, does your new husband keep you tied to the bed?” Esmeralda asked. “We never see you anymore.”
“Cut a girl a break. I got back from our honeymoon a little over a week ago. And Max does not tie me to the bed. Well, only on occasion.”
“Max ties you to the bed?” Joan rejoined us, clutching a tote filled with fragrant purchases. “I suspected. Tell all.”
“No. We are not into that kind of stuff,” I said. “The last thing I need right now is for rumors to spread.”
“What rumors?” Bea asked.
“Kink,” Joan said. “Vivian and Max are into kink.”
“I’m not surprised,” Bea said. “Are you the submissive?”
“No! This is how rumors start. I am, however, happily married to a gorgeous prince. My sex life is robust, hot, and I’m not sharing the details.”
“What ever happened with that weird note delivered on your honeymoon?” Bea asked. “The one from Archbishop Causesdesperdues?”
“The one that said you weren’t married?” Joan asked.
“Just more rumors.”
“Are you sure?” Joan said. “The Archbishop has the religious authority to put a damper on your married life if he wants. You wouldn’t be the first couple whose lives he’s ruined.”
“That bloated diehard tears the wings off butterflies for sport,” Esmeralda said. “I suspect he travels undercover to shopping malls this time of year telling children that Santa isn’t real.”
“I’m sure everything’s just fine,” I said as we headed to our waiting town car. The driver opened the back door and bowed.
“She’s right,” Bea said. “We shouldn’t be borrowing trouble. It’s a magical time of year.”
“I agree. Besides, if you whisper trouble’s name long enough,” I said, “it has a way of showing up on your doorstep.”
“And you, Vivian, out of all people,” Esmeralda said, “should know that.”
We dragged our purchases up the walkway to my new townhome. The red brick three story home was large without being ostentatious, and had a killer view overlooking gorgeous Tiefencastle Park.
Roman, my yellow Labrador, bounded down the steps into the front yard, greeting us with a few excited barks before disappearing to the far side of the yard to make a potty.
“I’m starving.” Bea said. “You’ve stocked up on Christmas cookies, right?”
“Yes. And Champagne.”
“Don’t overdo the sugar,” Joan said.
A royal guard was slumped on a stool next to a tall hedge lining the front of our property. He was twenty-something, tall, and reed thin. He kept a low profile, wearing plain clothes, stationed on the border of our courtyard and Prince Leopold’s place, next door. It seemed like he was always on duty and I suspected he was ordered to keep an eye on us as well. I hoped they paid him a bit more for his extra work, but knowing government bureaucracy, they’d probably nickel and dime him to death.
I reached into my recyclable bag and dug around until I found the package of warm, fresh, chocolate chip cookies that I’d just nabbed at the market. “Excuse me, officer. I’m embarrassed to say that I don’t know your name.”
He looked up at me. “Private Parker.”
“Thank you, Private Parker, for all your terrific work. I know this isn’t the easiest job. It’s boring and you can’t tell your mates the details of your employment as you’re bound by a privacy order if you’re on royal watch.” I passed him the warm bag, the scent of sugar and chocolate wafting through the air. “I used to cocktail waitress, so I know what tedious labor feels like. This isn’t sufficient compensation for all you do. It’s just a small ‘gratitude’ present.”
“Thank you, Ms. DeRose. You didn’t have to do that. Can I help you and the ladies with your purchases?” He grabbed a few of the heavy bags we’d deposited on the walkway.
“Ms. DeRose?” My eye twitched as its matching brow slammed up toward my hairline of its own accord. Prince Maximillian and I are married now. Technically, that makes me a “Missus,’ even though that sounds terribly retro and provincial.”
“I heard news of that Ms.,” he said, hauling my bags up the steps and depositing them inside the front door. “Would you like me to carry these into the kitchen for you?”
“No, you’ve already been so helpful.”
First rule of becoming a newly minted royal: if you come from humble roots, never forget them. The citizens of Bellèno had nicknamed me Almost Fake Bellèno Princess with a Heart, even giving me the hashtag “#AFBPHeart” almost two years ago, after I bolted from the cathedral in a mad dash to not marry the wrong prince. They’d even signed a petition to make me an official Bellèno citizen. Their outpouring of love and concern meant the world to me, but sadly, as was often the case with these online appeals, the automatic citizenship thing never happened.
“Private Parker,” I said. “You look awfully familiar. Have we met before?”
“I don’t know, Ms.”
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