Today's teaser comes from Royal Lines (Boston Rebels 5) – releasing 20 May
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He bowed, then extended a hand. “Marquis Miller,” he introduced himself, and I took his hand, and shook it firmly. He didn’t let go. I didn’t let go. There was something there, a flicker of appreciation in his expression, the tip of his tongue wetting his lower lip, his eyes widening, and I didn’t have to wonder about his appreciation, or his inclination.
If he could read my mind he’d know that he ticked every single one of my boxes, and the image of him laying naked, with all that beautiful dark skin on cool silk sheets, sprawled and waiting for me, had all the blood in my body rush south, and I was getting hard. The fuck?
“Prince…” I stopped. “I’m Prince Kaleb. Call me Kaleb.”
Finally, he released my had, and I swear if he offered to fuck me then I’d be dropping my pants and leaning over the nearest surface.
“I’m here from Miller and Miller.”
“Uh huh,” words failed me, and an answering frown creased between his eyes.
“You were expecting me I believe. Regarding your castle works?”
It wasn’t the castle I was worried about right now; it was the fact I was getting an inappropriate hard-on at my first sight of this glorious man in what was supposed to be a serious business meeting. I’d never seen such beauty up close, and suddenly I understood how my sister could meet and fall for someone after the space of a few days. Not that my heart had anything to do with how I felt. I was tired of all the shit, the worries, the stress, and abruptly I wanted my old university days back when I could sleep with anyone I wanted.
Because, right about now, with everything whirling in my head, the thought of Marquis Miller in my bed, fucking me into tomorrow, whatever the consequences? Bring it on.
They’re setting fire to the sheets, but a romance between an out and proud hockey star and a reformed playboy prince could end up burning them both.
Marquis Miller might be one of the NHL’s best players, single, wealthy, and open about his sexuality, but he knows his future lies in taking over the reins of the family’s multimillion-dollar company after retirement. Jumping on the family jet, he heads to Europe, tasked with schmoozing a prince into accepting his company’s bid on a significant castle renovation. Assuming he’d encounter a dusty old monarch well into his dotage, Marquis is stunned to find out that Kaleb is a young, sophisticated, beautiful man with an impressive work ethic, to-die-for eyes, and a certain flair that captures Marquis’s attention.
Dragging the royal palace into the twenty-first century is one battle after another for the king’s youngest son. Juggling renovations, his royal duties, and attempting to reverse his former playboy prince reputation is impossible when everyone keeps dumping problems in his lap. His chaotic life takes yet another turn when an American hockey player arrives at the castle to discuss a renovation project. Marquis is the antithesis of Kaleb’s newly minted, responsible outlook on life, a jock, a player, willing to take chances. Although the forbidden sex is hot, Kaleb is not ready to turn on his family responsibilities for a pretty smile and a smart mouth.
Family is everything and romance will always come in second, until they open their hearts to love.More info →