by: Christi Barth
Series: Sexy Misadventures of Royals
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 23, 2020
Publisher: Entangled Publishing ~ Amara
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I’m thrilled that my first trip back to my homeland, after years in exile, is for an assignment from the prime minister. Even better, the job's to put Princess Genevieve in her place...by cutting off her cash flow. Spoiled royals—even drop-dead gorgeous ones—don't do anything to deserve their wealth and status. Hell, they don't do anything. She's fighting me tooth and nail, of course. The only way to stop her arguing is, well, to kiss her.
And I can't seem to stay away from her. Now I see a whole different side to the princess—and not just because I've gotten her clothes off. But I was put on this assignment for a reason… Those outside the castle want to see the Princess discredited and push their own agenda, and I may have just given them all the ammunition they need.
She looked at the nearest display. “Socks? You’re going to turn around the royal budget by me driving into town to buy cheaper socks?”
“No.” Theo reached for her shoulders to turn her around. At the last minute, he remembered that they were in public and he should in no way be touching the princess. Especially not with two women unsuccessfully trying to hide that they were videoing Genevieve.
Really? Because he’d dragged her out, now there’d be footage on YouTube of them shopping?
God, what a clusterfuck this had become.
Genevieve pointed at the next shelf over. “Bras? I know you’ve seen mine, but it feels a bit presumptuous that you help me shop for lingerie.”
“Christ on a cracker, no.”
Laughter burst out of her. Not polite, I know I’m being filmed laughter. Genevieve’s whole face crinkled in hilarity.
And it was adorable.
“What is that? A cracker? Is that a thing Americans say? It’s so silly!”
Oh, so she was laughing at him. Great. Stupendous. Theo deliberately turned his back on the lookie-loo women. He also angled to protect the princess from their taping.
Roughly, Theo ground out, “No. Nobody says it.”
Laughter still flowing, Genevieve shook her head. It sent her carefully styled and sprayed hair into a golden fan around her. “Then why did you?”
Oh, for fuck’s sake. He’d tried to do one nice thing. One proper thing. All it got him was mocked. Theo threw his hands in the air. “Because I’m trying not to swear as much in front of you.
Because you’re…you know.”
First, Genny covered her mouth with both hands. She looked left and right with about as much subtlety as a circus clown. Then she slowly dropped her hands just far enough to whisper loudly, “A princess?”
“Yes.” And she could stop chapping his ass any damn time now.
“I’m also a twenty-seven-year-old woman.” All traces of humor washed from her face. Genevieve took his hand and tapped it on her sternum. “A woman, Theo. I thought you of all people would be able to look past the title and see the real person.”
He, of all people, could not ignore her title.
Because it had shaped his entire life.
Theo pulled back his hand, shoved it in his pants pocket. “Do you mean because of all the privilege and pomp and perks related to it that I’m trying to streamline from the budget?”
“No. I mean because you’ve had your tongue down my throat and know which of my breasts has a mole just to the side of the nipple.”
“No.” Theo reached for her shoulders to turn her around. At the last minute, he remembered that they were in public and he should in no way be touching the princess. Especially not with two women unsuccessfully trying to hide that they were videoing Genevieve.
Really? Because he’d dragged her out, now there’d be footage on YouTube of them shopping?
God, what a clusterfuck this had become.
Genevieve pointed at the next shelf over. “Bras? I know you’ve seen mine, but it feels a bit presumptuous that you help me shop for lingerie.”
“Christ on a cracker, no.”
Laughter burst out of her. Not polite, I know I’m being filmed laughter. Genevieve’s whole face crinkled in hilarity.
And it was adorable.
“What is that? A cracker? Is that a thing Americans say? It’s so silly!”
Oh, so she was laughing at him. Great. Stupendous. Theo deliberately turned his back on the lookie-loo women. He also angled to protect the princess from their taping.
Roughly, Theo ground out, “No. Nobody says it.”
Laughter still flowing, Genevieve shook her head. It sent her carefully styled and sprayed hair into a golden fan around her. “Then why did you?”
Oh, for fuck’s sake. He’d tried to do one nice thing. One proper thing. All it got him was mocked. Theo threw his hands in the air. “Because I’m trying not to swear as much in front of you.
Because you’re…you know.”
First, Genny covered her mouth with both hands. She looked left and right with about as much subtlety as a circus clown. Then she slowly dropped her hands just far enough to whisper loudly, “A princess?”
“Yes.” And she could stop chapping his ass any damn time now.
“I’m also a twenty-seven-year-old woman.” All traces of humor washed from her face. Genevieve took his hand and tapped it on her sternum. “A woman, Theo. I thought you of all people would be able to look past the title and see the real person.”
He, of all people, could not ignore her title.
Because it had shaped his entire life.
Theo pulled back his hand, shoved it in his pants pocket. “Do you mean because of all the privilege and pomp and perks related to it that I’m trying to streamline from the budget?”
“No. I mean because you’ve had your tongue down my throat and know which of my breasts has a mole just to the side of the nipple.”
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USA TODAY bestseller Christi Barth earned a Masters degree in vocal performance and embarked upon a career on the stage. A love of romance then drew her to wedding planning. Ultimately she succumbed to her lifelong love of books and now writes award-winning contemporary romance.
Christi can always be found either whipping up gourmet meals (for fun, honest!) or with her nose in a book. She lives in Maryland with the best husband in the world.
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