by V Vee
The Royal Beauty
The Bad Boy Princes of Malvidence, 3
By: V. Vee
Copyright 2019©
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What Reviewers Are Saying About The Royal Nanny (Bad Boy Princes of Malvidence, 2)
The sparks of attraction fly between Leyah and Alastair from their first meeting. While I wouldn’t classify their relationship as “instalove”; it’s definitely “instalust”! Watching Alastair chase Leyah like a predator hunting its favorite prey was fascinating… This was a great read that left me wanting more. If you’re a fan of romantic suspense, The Royal Nanny, is definitely your cup of tea.-YNS 5-stars
Vee wrote a story that is full of mysterious drama and action. I can't wait to see who this mystery man is. Lady Taylor Weshian is still being a gold digging beotch. Somebody needs to put a serious heat down on her and Danorian does too for what he did to Leyla.-Bayoubabe 4-stars
One of the best books of 2018!!!! I actually discovered this author by accident when I found The Royal Secret and it was one of the best accidents ever. The Royal Nanny was exceptionally written and the story and plot keep me glued to my kindle. This book has suspense, intrigue , a hot alpha male and strong and intelligent heroine and a spellbinding love story. It’s the book I know I will still reach for to read again and again for years to come.-Airforce Wife
I really am enjoying this series! I like the suspense. I like the drama and I like the happy endings. I also like getting to see the characters from the other book continued being developed. I like that the stories are separate and interwoven. V. Vee has done an amazing job. I greatly recommend reading this series. They will definitely be on my re-reads list! In joyful anticipation for the next book!-SL Bailey 5-stars
Some books, you are just in a hurry to get to the end and done with it, but sometimes, you find that special one that you just don’t really want to see the end... because it's like saying goodbye to friends. V. Vee's books has that effect on me, the characters, storyline, and the intrigue... oh MY! not to mention that the books are so well written. You can’t help fall in love with the characters, mostly the Princes of Malvidence, a definite page turner! The author has a way with words, that make the book captivating and spellbinding. Can’t wait for the story of Augustus and Helen. Great read folks!-Cammy 5-Stars
After reading A Royal Secret, I was eagerly awaiting the release of this book. It turned out to be so much more than what I expected. It was bittersweet, poignant, grab-you-by-the-feels, emotionally charged, engaging, powerful, sexy, a little bit dangerous, angsty, filled with more twists and turns than a roller coaster, and had me hooked from beginning to end. I can't wait to get my greedy hands on the next book in this awesome series.-Patricia Nelson 5-Stars
Family Lineage (or is it?)
Map of Malvidence and Surrounding Countries
Table of Contents
Series Blurb
To the whole nation of Malvidence, King Callum and Queen Araminta Smythe are beyond blessed. They were gifted with five sons. Five very attractive, educated, well-built, healthy princes. Only the king and queen know how much of a nightmare having five, single, royal sons who are not even considering marriage and heirs actually is. And while women are constantly throwing themselves at the princes, the tabloids are filled with pages upon pages of just how many of those women are tossed aside for the next plaything. "The Bad Boy Princes of Malvidence" is what they are called, and they happily live up to their name. Their Royal Majesties look forward to the day when each of their sons settle down with an acceptable woman of class, education, prestige, breeding, and upbringing.
But what they get, and indeed the women the Princes begin to fall for, shakes the kingdom to its foundation.
Malvidence will never be the same.
Blurb:
Helen Warren was so beautiful Augustus would start a war for her.
Prince Augustus Smythe knew that Helen Warren belonged to him the moment he saw her in America.
Too bad Helen continues to fight him about their relationship at every opportunity.
The sweet, innocent, beautiful woman who refuses to curse has stolen his heart and taken his soul and spirit into her possession.
But there are forces determined to keep them apart.
Even after Helen gives Augustus her most valued possession, their relationship breaks into shambles all because of one lie.
One test.
One woman's obsession.
And Augustus’s sins and past mistakes have returned to destroy his life and his possible relationship with the gorgeous Helen.
But Augustus is not a man to give up easily. Helen belongs to him and he will destroy anyone who stands in his way.
But "he" is so evil, "he" would kill them both just to get his revenge.
But it’s not just their relationship that’s at stake, Augustus must get to the root of his problems and find out the truth of whom is trying to bring down the Royal Family of Malvidence before he loses Helen…
Permanently.
Acknowledgements
For my PAs and my Book Promoter: Kim W. Barnum and Jackie Marbury, and Angela Fitzgerald, thank you all soooooooo much for your tireless work promoting my books, my website, my blog posts, etc. For helping me when I was way too focused on writing this book, editing, and meeting deadlines to devote time to promoting.
To the Vicksters who followed me over from the Vicktor Alexander books and the readers who have stuck with me and my books through everything: You guys ROCK!!!! Thank you for sharing, retweeting, resharing, reposting, etc. and for just generally getting the word out, not only about my Vicktor Alexander books, but my Veronica Victorian books, my Vicktor Bailey books, and now: my V. Vee books. You are all my sunshine. Don’t ever change.
For Papi: because you make me feel beautiful, loved, and cared for every day.
My editors, beta readers, proofreaders, and ARC reviewers. Thank you!!! My books are as good as they are because of your assistance. Grazie.
To all my “followers”, readers, “friends”, subscribers, and friends on social media and off: Thank you.
To the women, readers, authors, etc. of the Black Women Swirl Literature Facebook group: Thank you for accepting and welcoming me into the group, the community, and the genre. And thank you for always being so excited to read excerpts, see covers, promo images, etc. Thank you for being a safe space and a place of healing, encouragement, and so much more for those who want to see black women as main characters, love interests, etc.
Here’s to another bestseller!
Malvidence Language
Raxrru-Hello
Zul Ruĝa -My Heart. Though miora ruĝa means my love, the use of zul changes and deepens
the sentiment. Literally, the beat of my heart.
Lxo pree higafin kreo, Kreum-Happy to meet you, Uncle
Kuthrar woplix tuvo-Mother teaches us
Kuthrar oc bulrin dolzyax-Mother is [an] excellent teacher
Xeok. Throm vraie. Brii vreda-Of course. I’m fine. Just proud.
Xeok-Of course.
Throm-I’m (I am). Informal use
Thived isri-asshole
Gracvor-fuck
Wruxyn-bitch
Nerls-shit
Quiyn-damn/dammit*
Kythrar gracvory-mother fucker
Kythrar gracvoring: mother fucking. A curse.
Gracvory-fucker
Mexoria Źeylήia-your Highness
Kothrar-Father
Kuthrar-Mother
Bruthrar-Brother
Kekthar-Sister
Dath-Son
Drothar-Daughter
Vessrir-Niece
Vessror-Nephew
Fu- Good
Ptrai leuomi-Little one. A term of affection.
Miora Ruĝa-My love
Sōe dath-Dear son
Miora dath-My son
Iak-yes
Mru-no
Phretk-Stop
Kra’ek Źeylήia-His Highness
Vreik Plink-Kick Balls (game)
Pui loriv miora ruĝa, flackrae tnaxis yugs-Please don’t do this my love, our love should be forever.
Ravielo-Wife (happiness, literally one’s happiness)
Ravi-Happy
Thrumsee-Husband (strength, literally one’s strength)
Thrums-Strong
Barithi-Beauty
Ra/Kra ek-He/She is
Gruthreir-Country
Cragor-Attractive
Omsar-Screw, fuck. A crude Malvidencian way of speaking of sexual intercourse without emotions or a relationship. Something the Princes are known for.
Vreda-Pride/Proud
Miora Vlenti-My beast. A sexy term of endearment.
Chuvrar-Child/Brat. Used in disappointment by parents.
Miora ruĝa tland fersa goexel vray-My love I will never let you go again
Xoulnt-Nation. Literally, a nation where freedom is denied, and the people are under tyrannical rule, the people are poor, starving, and a lot of sexual deviance takes place. Used in reference to third world countries.
Mexoria ravielo kra ek brithi- Your wife, she is a beauty
Miora thrumsee-My husband
Miora ruĝa. Lufs t’vania pree gha΄fen troppsky yui morlee zine-My love. Your mouth feels so good, keep choking on my cock.
Volkov! -Push!
Tua ps΄ee! -You can do it!
Kothrey-Daddy. Used in an informal setting, often a slang word used by those in the middle or lower class in the Malvidencian province, in the upper class it is used usually only between parents, as children use Kothrar.
Saghirr bruthrar: Little Brother. Not often used as an affectionate term. Used more in a reprimanding tone.
Moq Bocc Lees: Get Well Soon.
Jeilas: Cousin
L’uei ypo foyiqakic dillu. K'ant dhuqris almuphadaal fi alealamn: You have the sexiest pussy. You are now my favorite taste in the world.
Solqiz fylqypt: Crazy bastard. Used affectionately.
Ptrai leuomi, voeñ su skwatax tvo nayau nu Malvidence. Nceffuv oukya neka nu naawe voeñy tacet.: Little one, you are hope and light to Malvidence. Do not allow others to tarnish your crown.
Waldakan Language
While similar to the Malvidencian language, Waldakanian also employs words which are often confused with Arabic, Hebrew, or Swahili, though it is extremely different from the Middle Eastern and African vocabularies. Waldakanian is a beautiful blend of the three languages, showing the peoples’ propensity for acceptance, inclusion, and diversity.
Kotíbābā: Father
Kutíbābā: Mother
gracya íbn el shārmoutas: Waldakan curse. Mother fucker.
drotibābā: Daughter
tarabęĵdor: the composer and performer of Waldakan music that held within it the history of their people, and messages for their country.
Jaddthrï: Grandfather
Jaddathrā: Grandmother
Fielaank: What?
Jeilas: Cousin-when used in a familial sense. Companion-when used among comrades, battle buddies, or fellow warriors.
Jeictas: Lover. Partner. Someone with whom you have an attraction, but not a committed relationship with.
Zxio Tem: Curse word. Used in times of intimacy. Meaning: Fuck Me! Not to be confused with Zxiole Tem, which is also “Fuck me” but used not in times of intimacy, to imply action, but to imply distress. Zxiole Tempra means “Fuck you”.
'anaha la aljuld qubalat dyky walkurat: No skin off my cock or balls
Lovmeda: A succulent treat, using fruit grown in Waldakan, purple in color, that is drenched and soaked in caramel, until it infuses every bite.
Raja’alla: One of the Waldakan gods. Worshipped by the people. The most powerful. Ruler of all the Waldakan gods who welcomes her most faithful into the Great Rest.
Prologue
Augustus turned his head and spit out the blood in his mouth onto the floor. He twisted his jaw side to side to ease the minor ache inflicted by the bitch's fist. He turned his gaze back to her and glared. He was going to kill her. And he was going to enjoy it.
"Uh-uh," a voice came from his right. A voice belonging to an innocent person, someone who didn't deserve to be tied up like he was. Especially not when she'd just gotten free not a short time before. "She belongs to me. I owe that heifer a good beat down."
Looking at her through his one good eye, Prince Augustus Smythe, second born son of the King of Malvidence, the snake, the liar, the cheat, was once again struck by the beauty of the woman who he could honestly say had his back in all things. Even though they were both restrained in that filth room, even though he had bruises, broken bones, and blood running freely from wounds inflicted on him, he could still appreciate her beauty. Still appreciate the fact that Helen Warren, his future wife, was the most beautiful woman in the world. In spite of the bruises that marred her beautiful face and body. Even missing the long, thick, black locks of hair he'd loved to run his fingers through.
He would kill Taylor and Persephone for that, shaving Helen's head and removing her hair, and so much more. Then he would figure out how those two frail women were able to take him hostage. Especially with Danorian gone.
"You're doing it again," Helen's voice came to him again, thin with pain, but fierce with strength and determination.
"Doing what, miora ruĝa?" he asked her, his heart pounding from the love he saw shining in her brown eyes.
"Plotting the death of Taylor and Persephone," she shook her head. "I told you, Taylor's mine, and Persephone belongs to Leyah. Sorry sexy, you're just going to have to wait."
Augustus opened his mouth to respond, only to stop when Taylor let out a high-pitched wail of anger. He rolled his eyes and grimaced. Geez, what was wrong with her?
"Stop talking about me as if I weren't here! You're both so stupid! Can't you see that it's over? I have you both dead to rights. You want to be together so bad? Well, you can die together. It's what you both deserve," she snarled.
Augustus shook his head, he opened his mouth to respond, only to stop when he saw the dark figure step into the doorway behind Taylor.
"That's what you think, bitch," Helen said smugly.
Augustus wasn't sure what surprised him more, that Helen had just used profanity, or when his sister-in-law, "Queen Aa'Leyah Smythe of Waldakan" stepped into the room, swinging her katana, her gaze trained on the wanna-be-Princess Taylor Weshian, or rather, the soon to be former Lady Taylor Weshian.
He smiled at the sound of Taylor's screams as she tried to back away from Leyah and turned to look at Helen.
"I love you," he said. He watched as Helen's gaze softened.
"I love you too," she responded. They continued to watch each other as Leyah pursued a screami
ng Taylor deeper into the room that had been their prison for the past two days.
Augustus would see Helen to safety, then he would go after the man behind it all.
Lorvaius.
Chapter One
Two Years Ago
Prince Augustus Smythe had no desire to be in the fucking United States of America. What with its corrupt government, unceasing racism, overwhelming poverty of most of its citizens, and that orange blob living in the White House. Were it not for his oldest brother, Algerone, and the family he’d hidden from the rest of the family for fourteen years, he wouldn’t even be there. He’d rather be balls deep inside some willing woman’s body than standing inside the home of his newly met sister-in-law, Valerie’s, home watching as his niece, Chiamaka dictated his actions.
“Uncle Auggie, I mean Veshrar Auggie,” Chiamaka chanted, tugging on the hem of his untucked black T-shirt. Augustus looked down at her dark brown, curly hair, streaked with blonde, her caramel face upturned to his, an adorable smile splitting her face.
“Iak, vessrir?” he murmured, his senses alert to the conversations and movement of everyone in the room. Even though there was only family and the royal guards in the house, Augustus knew that not everyone was to be trusted.
“You are going to be the evil monster that tries to catch us, okay?” Chiamaka directed him.
Augustus quirked an eyebrow and folded his massive arms across his barrel chest.
“You are making me the villain?” he asked the tiny girl.
Chiamaka didn’t seem phased by the expression on his face—which was something that Augustus had never experienced before. Everyone, and he did mean everyone was intimidated by his stern face.
