Harlequin Kimani Romance June 2017 Box Set

by Arthur, A. C.

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  LOVING THE PRINCESS

  The Royal Weddings

  by A.C. Arthur

  Romance comes second to Princess Samantha DeSaunters’s devotion to her island. Until she kisses Garrison Montgommnery. Now she can’t get enough of the man hired to keep her safe. As the threat against the DeSaunterses escalates, can Gary protect Sam and hold on to their happily-ever-after?

  MIAMI AFTER HOURS

  Millionaire Moguls

  by Yahrah St. John

  Real-estate agent Angela Trainor keeps both feet firmly on the ground. But when her boss, Daniel Cobb, takes her under his wing, mutual admiration becomes a sizzling connection. He’s known for showering women with everything…except commitment. Can he convince her that he wants more than just a fling?

  THE BEAUTY AND THE CEO

  Once Upon a Tiara

  by Carolyn Hector

  Will Ravens is fighting to keep his family legacy afloat, leaving no time for romance or makeup artist Zoe Baldwin’s avant-garde ideas. Despite his intentions, he finds himself falling under Zoe’s sensual spell. Amid the chaos caused by company sabotage, can their career dreams and passionate fantasies come true?

  TEMPO OF LOVE

  The Gentlemen of Queen City

  by Kianna Alexander

  It’s the story that could save Nona Gregory’s reporting career. She just has to get architect Ken Yamada to open up…and soon Nona begins to fall for the part-time musician. But is she willing to sacrifice their chance for a future for the scoop of a lifetime?

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  Harlequin Kimani Romance June 2017 Box Set

  Loving the Princess

  Miami After Hours

  The Beauty and the CEO

  Tempo of Love

  A.C. Arthur

  Yahrah St. John

  Carolyn Hector

  Kianna Alexander

  Table of Contents

  Loving the Princess

  By A.C. Arthur

  Miami After Hours

  By Yahrah St. John

  The Beauty and the CEO

  By Carolyn Hector

  Tempo of Love

  By Kianna Alexander

  To kiss a royal

  As Grand Serenity’s goodwill ambassador, Princess Samantha DeSaunters lives a dazzling, high-profile life. Her own romantic dreams come second to her devotion to her island realm. Until she impulsively kisses a sexy stranger at a political gala. Now the reticent royal can’t get enough of Garrison Montgomery, the former soldier hired to keep her and the throne safe. But who’ll protect Sam from yearning to turn their mock courtship into the real thing?

  In the Caribbean to run security for the ruling family, Gary instead finds himself caught up in a sizzling forbidden affair that could sabotage his mission. As he and Sam share passionate secret nights that make him forget about his past, the threat against the DeSaunterses escalates. Can Gary protect Sam from the enemies out to destroy the crown and hold on to the chance at happily-ever-after with his princess?

  She held his gaze.

  “Are you looking for love, Gary? Is that what you want out of life now that you’re no longer in the army?”

  “No,” he immediately replied. “I’m not looking for anything. I’m content with what I have.”

  She took a few seconds before finally nodding and saying, “Yeah, me, too.”

  He waited a beat, wondering what was happening now. He’d shared things about his past with her and she’d done the same. He now looked at her differently, and felt as if something had definitely changed between them.

  He stood abruptly, rubbing his palms down the front of his pants. “I should go.”

  She looked up at him, confusion clear in her gaze. He wondered if she was feeling as weird about what was happening between them as he was. Or maybe she just thought he was the crazy one. Whatever was going through her mind, Gary would have never expected what happened next.

  Sam stood then as well, stepping close to him and placing her hand on his chest. “No, you should stay.”

  Dear Reader,

  We’re back in Grand Serenity, but this time it’s Princess Samantha who finds her true love. I enjoy writing about opposites that instantly attract, and for Sam and Gary, this is exactly what happens! There’s lots of bonding in this story—between Sam and Gary, Sam and Landry and even Sam and her father, Prince Rafe. So there were many feel-good moments leading up to the second royal wedding.

  I also had an opportunity to toss in a bit of my hometown culture when Gary brings Sam back to Cambridge, Maryland. I really hope you enjoy this second installment in the Royal Weddings trilogy, as I had such a great time writing this story.

  Happy reading,

  A.C.

  Loving the Princess

  A.C. Arthur

  A.C. Arthur is an award-winning author who lives in Baltimore, Maryland, with her husband and three children. An active imagination and a love for reading encouraged her to begin writing in high school, and she hasn’t stopped since.

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  Guarding His Body

  Second Chance, Baby

  Defying Desire

  Full House Seduction

  Summer Heat

  Sing Your Pleasure

  Touch of Fate

  Winter Kisses

  Desire a Donovan

  Surrender to a Donovan

  Decadent Dreams

  Eve of Passion

  One Mistletoe Wish

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  To all those daring enough to change.

  “I can’t go back to yesterday

  because I was a different person then.”

  —Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

  CONTENTS

  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

  Epilogue

  CHAPTER 1

  His lips were hot. His tongue licking against hers like flames raging and spurting with energy. Samantha DeSaunters moved her head slightly and he went deeper, his strong hands covering the skin left bare by the low cut of her dress. She felt like she was falling. No, he was tilting her back, leaning into the kiss with as much fervor and…dare she say, desire, as she had felt bubbling up from the pit of
her belly.

  The world around her ceased to exist as he nibbled on her bottom lip, just long enough for her to catch a breath before he delved deep once more. Her lipstick was done. Her hair, the careful topple of curls that had taken her maid Lucie an hour to arrange, was going to be a complete disaster. And she was certain—as was part of her ingenious plan—that everyone was staring at them.

  Well, she hadn’t actually wanted everyone to see. Just Morty Javis and his persistent and unwelcomed advances.

  She still wasn’t one hundred percent certain that doing what she had done was the best idea. Especially considering all eyes in Grand Serenity and a few of the neighboring islands were on her and the entire DeSaunters family right now. That’s what happened when there were several attempts on the lives of the royal family, one of which was an explosion at the palace six weeks ago. The act of terror had injured sixteen people who had been innocently attending the annual Ambassador’s Ball.

  He was taking a step back now, his lips still on hers as he brought them both to an upright position. He pulled away slowly. So slowly Sam felt like she might have actually been following him to keep the contact going. When she opened her eyes, she found him already staring at her.

  Dark brown eyes, bushy brows and slightly parted lips of medium thickness really had her thinking about going in for a second kiss. She didn’t. It was time to get her thoughts in line, if not her traitorous body, which wanted to stay right there in this man’s arms enjoying more of his kisses and possibly whatever else he had to offer. But acting on that thought would end up embarrassing them both.

  Instead she flattened her palms against the lapels of his suit jacket and prepared to step away. He held her firmly, halting her exit plan.

  “Excuse me,” she said, her voice low, a tentative smile in place.

  He didn’t even blink but instead asked, “Is that what you normally say after kissing a complete stranger?”

  “I—” she started to reply when Morty tapped him on the shoulder.

  “Do you know who you’ve just accosted? I’ve taken the liberty of calling the palace guards, Your Highness,” Morty spat.

  “This is Princess Samantha DeSaunters. Her father will certainly have you jailed for daring to put your hands on her in such a familiar way, especially in this public forum.”

  Morty continued to talk as he reached for Sam’s arm. That’s when things shifted.

  The man’s hand clenched Morty’s wrist only seconds before his fingers could touch Sam’s bare skin. The glare he gave was serious and intimidating as hell. Even Sam’s heart skipped a beat at the intensity transmitted through a simple gaze.

  “I’ll take good care of the princess,” he said, his voice deep and raspy.

  “Guards!” Morty yelled.

  Three guards appeared at that moment and everyone in the room that had not already been staring at them was definitely on alert now.

  “Wait a minute…” Sam started to say. “I can explain.”

  “There is no need, Your Highness,” Morty told her.

  The man kept his hold on her, even when the guards approached. Sam was definitely concerned now. After the explosion, her father and brothers had been adamant about increasing the palace security. She, thankfully, had been left out of most of those meetings.

  It wasn’t for lack of concern, her brother Kris had told her. As Grand Serenity’s goodwill ambassador, it was imperative that she have a genuine smile and authentic enthusiasm for their island and the royal family at all times. If she were privy to all the safety issues and precautions, they feared she might not be as inviting to tourists or as engaging with the press. Without tourists, Grand Serenity’s economy would suffer.

  Was she offended by their logic? No, because she didn’t have time to be. This was not only her job, but her life, and Sam took both very seriously.

  So what the hell had she been thinking by walking up to this guy—regardless of how ruggedly handsome he was—and kissing him in front of everyone attending the Caribbean Counsel dinner? Her gears were already switching toward damage control.

  Her smile came quickly, naturally, as she touched the guy’s arm and laughed jovially.

  “Don’t be silly, Morty. There’s no need for the guards, especially since they already know—”

  She’d intended to say his name then say something to the effect of him being an old friend, but she hadn’t had the chance to learn that detail about him quite yet.

  “No, darling, they don’t know yet. Remember we decided to keep this our little secret,” he interrupted.

  The guards stood a couple feet away, each making eye contact with him but not coming any farther.

  He didn’t smile, but he did pull her closer to him.

  Sam kept her smile intact, no matter how many questions were suddenly soaring through her mind.

  “I would like to know what is going on,” Morty stated, his shoulders squared, dark eyes zooming in on her.

  “It’s simple,” the guy answered for her yet again. “Long-distance relationships suck. Which is why we’ve decided to stop hiding. Isn’t that right, darling?”

  “That’s…absolutely right…dear,” Sam managed to reply.

  When he’d pulled her close she’d slipped an arm around his waist, her other hand flat against his chest. She leaned her head in closer as she realized they were definitely the center of attention and, just as she smiled brighter, a camera flashed. Then another and another and, before she knew what was happening, guests were clapping, the guards had disappeared and Morty looked like a cartoon character about to explode with fury.

  * * *

  If someone had told Gary Montgomery a year ago, or hell, even an hour ago, that he’d be in a delicious lip-lock with the princess of Grand Serenity Island, he would have called them a bold-faced liar.

  Now, half an hour after the kiss, when his body was still simmering with need and his hand was still firmly on her hip, he told himself he’d done what he’d had to do. There had been no other choice. It was for the job. Yes, definitely for the sake of the job and nothing more.

  “Darling Samantha, I am so excited for you,” a woman Gary had earlier identified as Jacqueline Mahair, spoke enthusiastically.

  Prime Minister Obari Mahair ruled a much smaller island south of the Bahamas. He was a seventy-five-year-old man with a protruding stomach and wiry gray hair. His wife was much more glamorous with her large, expressive eyes; plump, glossy-red-coated lips; and waist-length blond curls. The professional boob and butt job, however, was not so cleverly masked in a black dress that hugged her like a second skin. But her assets weren’t nearly as loud a statement as Jacqueline’s high-pitched, twenty-three-year-old voice with its distinct Southern twang.

  “I, for one, would never have guessed you were hiding such a delectable hunk of hot chocolate from us all,” Jacqueline continued. “You have great taste in clothes and you’re a sly one.”

  Jacqueline laughed as she stepped closer to Gary, her gaze fixated on him. It made him uncomfortable, but he knew it didn’t show. He was a trained sniper who could sit still for hours on end waiting on a target. Patience and deceit were two of his main traits.

  “Thank you, Jacqueline,” Samantha said, her voice steady and controlled, as always. “I am so happy that you and Prime Minister Mahair could join us this evening. It is important for the counsel to remain united in sharing our culture with the world.”

  She was back. It had only taken her a few seconds to adjust. Gary admired that about her. Princess Samantha DeSaunters was not easily ruffled. In the months he’d been on Grand Serenity, Gary had watched Princess Samantha carefully. The fact that she was, hands down, the sexiest woman he’d ever seen had nothing to do with that. It was his job and Gary always did his job.

  “Well, you know, I finally talked Obari into letting me
open my own restaurant on the island. It’s totally Southern. I even stole my daddy’s cook to come down here and show those stuffy guys with all their international degrees how to properly prepare a good Southern meal. You look like a man who was brought up on good, old-fashioned soul food, weren’t you? What’s your name and where are you from? I already know you’re American. They just don’t make ’em like this anywhere else in the world.”

  Jacqueline then looked Gary up and down, moving one step closer to him as she ran her long, hot-pink-polished nails down his arm.

  “I’m Gary and I’m from Cambridge, Maryland,” he replied.

  “I’m sure visitors to your island will enjoy the offering of an American-inspired restaurant,” Samantha interjected. “If you’ll excuse us, Gary and I should speak with my father and his fiancée before they retire for the evening.”

  Her smile had been brighter than Jacqueline’s, much more targeted and laced with the polite and undeniable punch she’d intended.

  Seconds later Samantha was guiding them easily away from the prime minister’s daring wife. They moved across the room, still encountering smiles and well-meaning nods from guests. There were dignitaries in attendance and members of the Caribbean Counsel, which was an organization of the ruling parties of a majority of the Caribbean islands. It was formed five years ago by the youngest member of the counsel, Samantha DeSaunters.

  Gary had a feeling she wanted them to find a spot alone to talk—or to regroup may have been more like it. His announcement had thrown her off, even if for just a moment. However, she would never show it. Samantha was the epitome of refinement and never failed to control any situation she found herself in. He’d discovered that about her in the last few weeks. It was an enviable trait and one he thought she’d been thrust into cultivating.

  Through his many conversations with Kris, Gary had learned that Samantha had been only five years old when their mother died. From that moment on she was, for all intents and purposes, the princess of Grand Serenity Island. It was a duty she’d honed and embraced for the next twenty years. Yet, in just four months, she would relinquish the bulk of her responsibilities to Malayka Sampson, the woman who was engaged to marry the reigning prince of Grand Serenity, Rafferty DeSaunters.