The Heir: A Contemporary Royal Romance
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THE HEIR
Georgia Le Carre
Contents
Title Page
Author’s Note
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
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Epilogue
CRYSTAL JAKE
Acknowledgments
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Prologue
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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
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
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Chapter 22
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Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
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Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
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Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
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Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
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Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
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Chapter 53
Chapter 54
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Chapter 55
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Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
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Epilogue
Anecdote
Fun Bonus
Coming Soon…
EXTRACT FROM VIRGIN
Afterword
The Heir
I thought he was a player.
How could I have possibly known what he really was?
Georgia Le Carre
Author’s Note
I know that many of you have been waiting for the last Eden brother. My next release, Virgin, Tyson Eden’s story is available now on pre-order. An excerpt and live links are included for you in this Kindle File!
For all those readers who are not familiar with the Eden family, I’ve included The Complete Eden series here so you can get acquainted with that bad boy, or maybe re-acquainted before Tyson Eden arrives.
Thanks to all my readers and I hope you enjoy the books!
Many thanks to:
Editors: Caryl Milton, Elizabeth Burns
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The Heir
Copyright © 2017 by Georgia Le Carre
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Chapter 1
Rosa
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BT4GIljqr-A
(Can’t take my eyes off you)
“Ciao bella.”
The voice is dripping honey with a hint of something dark and delicious, but that trite phrase, though. Someone please stop me from picking up my fork and stabbing it into his crotch. I let my eyes wander away from the white tablecloth. Hang on! That is one full crotch. Looks like there is something very large tucked away beneath those fine black trousers. Hmmm …
A little higher. All right. The man works out. If my washing machine packs up I could wash my clothes on his abs.
I let my eyes travel even higher. Did someone say pecs and abs? Drool, drool.
Whoa. Open shirt.
Two buttons undone: check.
Chest hair: check.
Gold chain: check.
St Tropez tan: check.
Black hair curling over the collar: Check.
What a shame. Mediterranean playboy, obviously. Still, I’m a sucker for a brown throat.
No, no, no, not a chin dimple as well. A little above the lickable dimple a sensual mouth is slightly twisted into a mocking smile. Yup, life’s just not fair.
Eyes. Jesus. H. Christ. Pools of smooth whiskey that you just want to drown in. There’s no longer any doubt. He’s obviously slept with tons of women.
The mouth opens. “You know, I’ve never banged a bridesmaid before.”
Why does God make such good-looking assholes? “Looks like today’s not your lucky day either,” I say dryly.
The smug smile becomes wider, the man is oozing confidence and something else. Something that makes me want to bite him. On his butt. He lowers that wonderful body into the chair opposite. “On the contrary, I think today is that day.”
“Oh yeah? How do you reckon that? There are three of us. Raven is pregnant, Cindy is taken, and I’m not interested.”
He leans back and looks at me curiously. “What makes you think you’re not interested?”
“What makes you think I am?” I counter.
“Because I’d make the perfect one-night stand.”
I look at the rose petal floating in my glass of champagne. Star will be so irritated to see it. She expressly said she didn’t want it. I look into his mesmerizing eyes. “I’m not looking for a one-night stand.”
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He grins. He has splendid teeth. All white and gleaming. “Ah, but you are a career woman. You have no time for relationships and long-term commitment.”
Something in my belly melts. “I’m not sleeping with you.”
“Who said anything about sleeping?”
There is very little air in my lungs suddenly. “I’m not fucking you.”
“Ten bucks says you do.”
“What would I do with ten bucks in this country?” I ask scornfully.
“I’ll take you to America and you can spend it there.”
“That’s not how one-night stands work.”
“No, I meant I’ll fly you there tonight. We’ll have sex in a great hotel, then you can spend your money in the morning.”
“If I have sex with you then I won’t have the ten bucks to spend, will I?”
“You’ll have more than ten bucks.” He takes an expensive looking wallet out of his trouser pocket and fishes out five crisp hundred-dollar bills and lays them on the table.”
WTF! My eyes widen with shock. I look at the money and his large, bronzed hand, a gold watch peeping from a snowy white sleeve, slowly sliding away on the white tablecloth. How dare he? Calmly, I take my gaze back to his face. “First of all, five hundred dollars? How cheap are you? And second, do I look like a prostitute to you?”
“First of all: Baby, come with me and I’ll make this ten, twenty, fifty, or even a hundred thousand? Name your price.” He shrugs. “Secondly: you don’t pay a woman to have sex with her, you pay her to leave after sex, and we both know you’ll probably sneak out in the morning before I wake up.”
I cross my arms and his eyes drop to my breasts. “Excuse me. My face is up here, buster.”
“I know exactly where your face is, bella. I was looking at your boobs.”
I glare at him. “It’s a bit sad when you have to flash Daddy’s money around just to get laid.”
“Very sad,” he agrees with a grin, completely unaffected by my insult.
“Who are you?” I demand. He’s obviously from the groom’s side.
“I’m Dante D’Angelo, and you are Rosa.”
My lips part. In spite of myself I’m flattered that he was interested enough to find out my name. “How do you know that?”
“I asked the bride.”
I nod. “So how do you know the groom?”
“We’re friends.” For the first time, something in his eyes change. My mind notes the shift. He’s not all player, there’s something more beneath the glittering facade.
He leans forward slightly, his whiskey eyes swirling with desire. “Do you want to know what the bride told me?”
I frown. What on earth could Star have told him about me. “What?”
“She said, you would be perfect for me.”
My eyes dart to the dance floor. She is slow-dancing, her cheek laying on her new husband’s chest. I don’t know what I expected, but never that. She’s usually so rational and down to earth. The stress of the wedding must have affected her so much she’s told a pampered, Italian playboy I’m perfect for him. Either that or he’s lying.
“Well, I’m not going to bed with you.” My voice is absolutely firm. I’ll never go to bed with a shallow beast like him. Never. Not in a million years. He can take his gorgeous teeth, and his splendid shoulders, and his laughing, teasing eyes, and his … his … full crotch, and shove it all up his ass.
Chapter 2
Rosa
One Month Later
“You’re what?” Star screams in my ear.
I hold the phone away. “I’m pregnant,” I repeat.
“How?”
“The usual way, I guess?”
“Who?” Poor thing is so shocked she’s shooting one word questions at me.
“You’ll never believe me if I told you.”
“Who?” she demands aggressively.
“Dante D’Angelo.”
“What?” she explodes.
“Do you want me to repeat his name or are you just saying that for effect?”
“But you used a condom.”
“Yeah, we did. I was thinking of suing the makers when I happened to read the packaging. Did you know that there is a one percent chance of getting pregnant even when you use a condom? It says so right here on the packaging.”
“No.”
“Those are terrible odds. God, if I had known earlier I would have made him wear two layers, but that would only reduce the odds to one in two hundred. We need a new invention. Either that or we’ll all have to stop having all this sex and—”
“Rosa, are you okay?”
“What do you think? I’m calling you from my bathroom floor.”
“Did you fall? Are you all right? Do you want me to come around?”
“No. Yes. No. I … err … am sitting propped up against the bath. I don’t think it has properly registered yet. I’m saving my total meltdown for later.”
She takes a deep breath. “Do you need an audience for that? I’m in Mayfair so I can pop around.”
“It won’t be pretty,” I warn. I can already feel my body starting to shake. Mother of God, I’m pregnant.
“How many times did you do the test?”
“Five.”
“Right. You’re pregnant.”
“You’re hurting my ear, Star.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s not your fault. It’s that smooth-talking bastard’s fault. He got me into this. I’ve been having sex since I was seventeen, and nothing like this has ever happened. One night with that, that, pampered Casanova and I’m pregnant. Of all the damn men I could have got up the duff with I had to go do it with that shallow womanizer.”
“Are you going to keep it?” Her voice is neutral, but I can hear the anxiety in it. Star loves kids. She coos at random babies in the street, and she’s been buying and hoarding baby clothes for years now.
I have a sudden image of Dante’s gleaming, taut body rippling as he thrust into me. I hate him, obviously, but for God’s sake, he removed my panties with his yummy teeth … and he was really, really, reeeeeally good at what he did. I couldn’t walk properly for days afterwards.
“I don’t know yet,” I say, but even as I am saying it I have an image of a barefoot little urchin with black hair and whiskey eyes running wild in a field. Which is stupid, because I live in one of the most concrete parts of London. I’ll have to drive at least an hour to find a field. Even if I did that I would never trust my child to run barefoot, because of rusty nails, dog poop, and whatever else would be in open fields.
“Bastard,” I curse soundly, as if it’s all Dante’s fault and I didn’t beg for him to do it harder and faster.
“You mean you might keep it?”
“Maybe,” I say slowly.
“Oh, Rosa,” she breathes excitedly. “You should. It’ll be such fun. I could take care of it while you are at work or when you go out at night. If it gets too much, or you need a break you could drop it off at our place and—”
“Star,” I interrupt, “do you mind? You’re making a baby sound like a suitcase.”
“Well, in a way it is.”
“Yeah, a suitcase full of vomit and poo.”
“They’re gorgeous,” she defends.
“They scream all night.”
“No, they don’t.”
“Yes, they do. I have first-hand experience. The brat next door never stops screaming all night.”
“He has colic.”
“What if my baby has it?” Jesus, I can’t believe I said that. I’m thinking of the baby as a little person. My little person. All for me. “Oh, my God, Star. I think I’m going to keep the baby.”
“You’ll have to tell the father then,” she gushes.
I thought I’d never see him again when I slipped out of his hotel room that morning while he was still asleep. Maybe, I haven’t thought this decision out properly. I’m never, not in a million years, seeing that guy again.