His Royal Love-Child

by Lynn Raye Harris

  His Royal Love-Child

  USA TODAY Bestselling Author

  Lynn Raye Harris

  USA TODAY bestselling author Lynn Raye Harris reveals the shocking consequences of what happens when the Prince from innocent Charlotte Baily’s past comes knocking in this digital exclusive!

  Ever since Prince Luca de Santis crushed Charlotte Bailey’s young heart and walked away, she’s sworn off men—who needs the heartache? So ten years later, coming face-to-face with him is a total shock—but not as electrifying as the instant jolt of heat his touch sends sizzling through her body…

  Charlotte can’t turn down the once-in-a-lifetime chance to rekindle their passion, even if royal duty means that their scorching-hot fling can’t last forever…Until her baby bombshell lands Charlotte and the Prince in a whole heap of royal trouble!

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  Dedication

  For my friend Stephanie Jones, who adores a secret baby story above all else. This one isn’t quite a secret, but still….

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  CHAPTER ONE

  “WOW. I’LL TAKE the one in the center.”

  Charlotte swung around to face Heather, her employer at Livingston Designs. She’d been putting the finishing touches on the centerpiece for the head table and not paying much attention to Heather’s chatter about her latest date.

  “One in the center of what?” Charlotte glanced down at her handiwork. The dinner tonight was the capstone in a three-day tech conference and Charlotte had—very cleverly, she thought—used company logos and swag to punctuate her designs. Tucked in amongst the profusion of blooms and ribbons, the logos and items were a natural part of the display without being overt.

  It wasn’t as fun as the time she’d designed centerpieces for a romance readers’ luncheon, but it was good. Except Heather wasn’t looking at the displays.

  Charlotte followed her gaze to the group of men who stood in the entrance.

  “The tall, dark and handsome one,” Heather said. “The one who comes with a crown.”

  “A crown?” Charlotte didn’t see anyone special, but then she really didn’t see anybody at all. She’d been wearing her glasses in order to work with the displays. They were for close-up viewing only. She snatched them off and peered at the group.

  Her heart began to thrum a crazy rhythm as the men shifted. One man definitely stood out from the crowd.

  Heather was grinning at her. “Yes, that one. Luca De Santis, the Crown Prince of Iria. The tall, seriously yummy one.”

  Charlotte’s heart did a slow dive into her stomach. After all these years, there he was. The man she’d once loved with all the young passion in her heart. The man she’d thought loved her back equally as much.

  Until the day his father had fired her mother and thrown them out of his life. They’d packed their belongings and fled from Iria like thieves in the night. She’d never heard from Luca again.

  Charlotte licked suddenly dry lips. “Well, that’s all the displays. I think I should get back to the office now.”

  Heather frowned. “Are you well, Charlotte? You look…green.”

  Charlotte put a hand to her head. “Probably just a touch of something. I’ll be fine once I get some fresh air.”

  “Sure, go on. Everything looks great, as always.”

  Charlotte grabbed her purse and coat and made for the entrance. She kept her head down, intent on skirting the group of men. But she couldn’t resist one final glance at the man commanding all the attention in their midst.

  He was more handsome than ever. A man now, not a nineteen-year-old boy. She’d seen his pictures in the tabloids from time to time, but those photos hadn’t prepared her for the sheer gorgeousness of grown-up Luca in real life.

  He turned his head at that precise moment, his gaze sliding across the gathering—and colliding with hers.

  His spectacular green eyes narrowed. He said something to the group, and then he was moving, right toward her.

  Charlotte put her head down and practically ran from the room. She couldn’t face him, couldn’t stand before him and pretend like they were just old friends and nothing had ever happened between them.

  He’d been her first kiss, her first love—and her first lover. They’d had one night together, one gorgeous wonderful night when she’d been starry-eyed and in such deep love. She could still remember how it had felt to be the woman he’d wanted. The amazing, gut churning butterflies as he’d kissed her and told her she was the only one for him.

  From his bedroom window, the Irian night had spilled across the bay like a glittering lace veil. Everything had been perfect. She’d given herself to him, and she’d been certain he felt as she did.

  But then…nothing. Her mother had lost her job the next day and that was it.

  Luca had not fought for her. He had not come for her. He had not defied a soul for her.

  It had taken her a very long time to realize how naïve she’d been. He hadn’t loved her. He was a prince, an entitled being who’d taken her adoration as his due. He’d lied to her and used her and forgotten all about her.

  She’d cried for weeks. Just as her mother had cried over her broken affair with Luca’s father. Charlotte had listened endlessly to her mother’s angry rants about Prince Marco De Santis. He’d dumped her for an heiress, thrown her out of her job as his secretary. Three years of love and devotion, her mother had said repeatedly, tossed on the scrap heap like so much rubbish. Because she was a nobody. Because she had no money for him to marry.

  Men were not to be trusted. Not ever. Charlotte had learned the lesson well.

  She hurried through the lobby as quickly as she could without drawing too much notice. She just needed to reach the street. If she could do that, she could blend into the crowd and disappear.

  She was almost to the door, almost free. Another couple of steps. A uniformed guard stood near the door, talking to a patron.

  And then a voice rang out behind her. “Stop that woman!”

  *

  Luca expected obedience. And the guard did precisely as he commanded, though this was not Iria and Luca did not have the power of command over a hotel guard. He grabbed the woman and held her tight while she jerked helplessly against him.

  “Let me go,” she demanded.

  The guard did something—tightened his grip, perhaps—and she gave a little gasp. Luca closed the distance between them and glared at the man with barely disguised anger. “You may do as she says.”

  “Did she rob you or something? Because if so, I’ve got to haul her in.”

  “No. She did not rob me. It is a private matter.”

  The guard shrugged and let her go. She spun around then—and he felt as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water on his head.

  “Charlotte?” He’d thought it was her, but he hadn’t been sure. Until now. Memories crashed through him. He’d never forgotten her. She’d been the only person in his life who’d treated him like he wasn’t a rarified being. She’d made him feel normal, ordinary, at a time when official pressures had been ratcheting up higher as he’d grown from a boy into a man.

  He’d enjoyed her company. And her body.

  Her blue eyes flashed fire. “Yes. And I have nothing to say to you, so I’m leaving. Right now.”

  She spun and marched toward the door, but Luca was there first. Blocking her way. She glared at him. “You can’t keep me here against my will.”


  He felt a sudden flash of heat as he considered doing just that. If they were in Iria, he could have her taken to his rooms in the palace. And then he could kiss her senseless.

  But the woman staring at him with murder in her eyes wasn’t about to let anyone kiss her, senseless or otherwise.

  “Is this any way to greet an old friend?”

  She put her hands on her hips, emphasizing her lush curves. “You are no friend of mine, Luca De Santis.”

  His gaze traveled over her full breasts, the dip of her waist, her generous hips. Killer curves. Lush curves. Curves he suddenly wanted to explore. He’d had her once, and it had been so sweet.

  “I used to be.” He let his gaze slide back up to her eyes. Her glare wasn’t quite so pronounced now. Her breathing grew shallower as he pinned her with a look. “I want to be again. Very much.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  HE WAS A devil. A devil that mesmerized her with his honeyed words and seriously fine form. Charlotte shook her head as her heart kicked up another level.

  “Forget it. Been there, done that.” Got the broken heart. Not that she was mentioning that part.

  “At least let me buy you a drink.”

  His voice was so smooth, so cultured. He made her feel awkward and out of her league. She was just Charlotte Bailey, a girl who designed themes for parties and events, and he was Prince Luca De Santis. Heir to the throne of Iria. He had not been the Crown Prince ten years ago, but she’d read that his uncle had recently made him heir after his own son had died due to a long illness.

  “I-I have to go.”

  He stepped forward, into her space, and she drew in a deep breath filled with the scent of him. Expensive, exquisite, refined. Money and heritage and luxury.

  He took her hand and she felt the zing of that touch all the way to her toes.

  “You don’t want to go, Charlotte. You want to have a drink with me.”

  “I—” Words failed her as she gazed up into brilliant green eyes.

  He tucked her hand into his arm. “Come.”

  She found herself hustled into a private lounge where a waiter appeared with a bottle of wine and two expensive crystal glasses. He popped the cork and poured and then they were alone. Luca put a glass in her hand and then he lifted his own.

  “To old friends.”

  “We are not friends.”

  “We were. We could be again.”

  Her heart thrummed. “My mother cried for a very long time, you know. It took her years to get over your father. She is married now, and happy.”

  His eyes glittered in the dimly lit room. “I am sorry, Charlotte. I had nothing to do with my father’s decision.”

  She looked down at the wine. “I know that. But you didn’t call me. Not once.”

  He set his glass down and rubbed his temple. “I should have. But you were gone and there seemed to be no point in it. My duties in Iria took up all my time.”

  Shame throbbed within her. No point in it? She’d loved him, and she’d thought he loved her. But, yes, she’d known it had been time for his compulsory military service. Even then, he could have called her when the two years were up. He had not.

  “It was quite a sobering moment in my life.”

  He leaned toward her, slid the tips of his fingers over her face while she trembled. She should push him away. But she couldn’t quite manage it, not when her entire body bent toward his touch.

  “I am grateful for the gift you gave me, bella mia. Your trust, your heart, your innocence. I have never forgotten it.”

  Charlotte’s lip trembled and she cursed herself for the weakness. She was not about to cry over a ten-year-old affair. Getting your heart broken at eighteen was melodramatic at best. She was a woman now, and she had no room for melodrama.

  She set the wine down and slid out of his reach. That part of her life was over. “Thank you for the wine, but I really should go now.”

  This time when she stood and walked away, he did not stop her.

  *

  Charlotte called in sick the next morning. Heather was sympathetic, which made Charlotte feel guilty. But Heather had plenty of people on staff, and she wouldn’t miss Charlotte for a day. Or maybe it would turn into two considering how rattled she still felt about seeing Luca so unexpectedly.

  Charlotte made coffee and took the newspaper into her tiny living room to read. There was a story on page four about the conference and Prince Luca. He was here to finalize a deal that would create more jobs in Iria’s tech sector. Thankfully, the conference was over tomorrow and he would be on his way home again. Safely out of her city and her orbit.

  The doorbell rang as she was pouring her second cup of coffee. When she peered through the peephole, the man on the other side was wearing a dark suit and holding a bouquet of flowers. Charlotte sighed. No doubt a suitor for her beautiful neighbor across the hall. It wasn’t the first time this had happened, and it wouldn’t be the last. She opened the door, prepared to tell him he’d made a mistake—but the man stepped aside. Luca stood there, resplendent in a dove gray suit that surely cost more than the rent on her apartment.

  “Buongiorno, Charlotte.” He took the flowers from the man and held them out. “These are for you.”

  Charlotte could only stare. Across the hall, a door opened. Charlotte’s gaze clashed with her neighbor’s. The woman eyed Luca and his bodyguard. She was wearing a pair of short shorts and a shirt with no bra. Her blond hair was artfully messy. And even without a stitch of makeup, she was beautiful.

  “Who are your friends, Lottie?”

  Charlotte gritted her teeth and smiled. Luca had turned toward the voice, and Charlotte knew it was only a matter of moments before he became more interested in Angela than he was in…well, whatever this thing with the flowers and appearing unannounced was.

  “Unless I am very much mistaken,” Luca began, “Charlotte hates being called Lottie.”

  Angela’s expression was wide-eyed innocence personified. “Does she? I am so sorry.”

  A sharp feeling bloomed in Charlotte’s chest. Shame and anger and a sudden desire to thwart this beautiful viper—who she’d never really liked—came rushing to the fore. She grabbed the flowers.

  “Did you wish to come inside, Luca? Or do you plan to stand in the hall all day?”

  One corner of his beautiful, sensual mouth turned up in a self-satisfied smile. “Why thank you, bella. I am happy to join you.”

  He gave an order to the bodyguard in Italian and then stepped over her threshold while Angela gaped. Charlotte shot the other woman a saccharine smile as she shut the door.

  And then she turned around, her pulse throbbing hot as she met Luca’s gaze. Her stomach fluttered. She’d wanted to wipe that smirk off Angela’s face, but she’d been too reckless when she’d invited Luca inside.

  There would be a price to pay for such impulsiveness. She only hoped it wasn’t too high.

  CHAPTER THREE

  LUCA WATCHED THE way her pulse thrummed in her neck. She laid the flowers on the table by the door and crossed her arms. Her eyes flashed, and he knew she wasn’t ready to forgive him just yet.

  But he wanted her forgiveness. He hadn’t realized how much until he’d seen her again. She represented a different part of his life, a more innocent part. He’d thought about their conversation last night for hours. Ten years ago, he’d let duty get in the way of what he’d wanted.

  When he’d learned she was gone, he’d wanted to call her, wanted to promise he would find a way to see her again. He had not done so because he’d known it was impossible. He was a prince and she was not the kind of woman to whom he could ever offer more than a few stolen moments.

  She was American. She was, according to his father, unsuitable. In spite of that, he’d thought about her from time to time over the years and wondered if she’d married some man who could give her everything she deserved.

  He’d never really expected to see her again. Now that he had, he didn’t quite know what to say to her
. But he knew where to start.

  “I never meant to hurt you, Charlotte.”

  She shrugged. “We were teenagers. I suppose it was inevitable.” She drew in a deep breath. “I was mesmerized by you.”

  “And I by you.”

  “But not enough to call me after my mother was fired.”

  He crossed the distance between them and put his hands on her shoulders. She gazed up at him, her hazel eyes so pretty, her lush lips pink and kissable. He hated that he’d caused her anguish. He truly had cared for her. It just wasn’t meant to be. He’d known it and moved on.

  “There was nothing to be done. It was over, and you were gone. And I had to fulfill my duty. I was in boot camp shortly after you left, cara. Even had I called you, would the outcome have been any different back then?”

  He could see the truth reflected in her eyes. She knew it as well as he did. Their orbits had collided briefly, and would have drifted apart again on their own.

  “No, I don’t suppose it would have.” She slid out of his grip and walked into the living area. He noticed that she put a table between them. She picked up a newspaper and folded it. “Perhaps you should get back to your conference, your highness. You have an important task, it seems.”

  He did, and yet she’d consumed his thoughts since last night. He’d had to see her again, before he returned to Iria in a few days. Before he signed the formal document that would bind him to another woman for the rest of his life.

  Charlotte Bailey was an unfinished entry in the story of his life. He wanted to finish it. “It is important. But not as important as this.”

  She blinked. “Does it really mean that much to you? My forgiveness?”

  “Si.”

  She sighed, then waved the paper. “Fine. You have it. Are we through now?”

  He went to her side and took the paper from her limp fingers. And then he slid his hand along her cheek and tilted her head back while he pulled her into his embrace. She’d been torn away from him once before. He wanted to sate this taste for her one last time.