Royal Seducer / Bossman Billionaire: Royal Seducer. Michelle Celmer

      

      Royal Seducer

      by Michelle Celmer

      “You barely know me. I could be dangerous.”

      Only to her heart.

      She smiled up at him. “Somehow I doubt that.”

      “You never know.” His hands slid up to her shoulders, caressing her through the delicate, slippery silk. “I might try to take advantage of you. There’s no one here to stop me.”

      Even in the dim light she could see flames of desire flicker in his eyes. His gaze settled on her mouth, making her lips feel swollen and warm. Her own heart began to beat double-time and her skin felt tingly and alive.

      She slid her arms around his neck, pulled him close. Being in Chris’s arms felt like returning home after a long arduous journey. For the first time since she was a child she felt as though she was exactly where she was supposed to be.

      A rush of relief so intense washed over her that she felt like weeping. She’d never felt so vulnerable in her life, and frankly, it scared her to death.

      Bossman Billionaire

      by Kathie DeNosky

      From the desk of Emerald Larson, owner and CEO of Emerald, Inc

      To: My personal assistant, Luther Freemont

      Re: My grandson Lucien Garnier

      Lucien is in the process of incorporating Laurel Enterprises into his own company, Garnier Construction. But it’s recently been brought to my attention that he’s entertaining the idea of having an heir of his own to inherit his holdings when the time comes for him to retire. I’ve been told by a very reliable source that he’s asked his executive assistant, Haley Rollins, to help him with this project and she’s agreed.

      If my source is correct – and I have no reason to believe otherwise – Lucien is going to need a push in the right direction if this is to come to a satisfactory conclusion. I expect you to arrange whatever you deem necessary to accomplish that goal.

      As always, I am relying on your complete discretion in this matter.

      Emerald Larson

      Available in July 2010

      from Mills & Boon^® Desire™

      Royal Seducer by Michelle Celmer

      &

      Bossman Billionaire by Kathie DeNosky

      Billion-Dollar Baby Bargain by Tessa Radley

      &

      The Moretti Arrangement by Katherine Garbera

      The Tycoon’s Pregnant Mistress by Maya Banks

      &

      To Tame Her Tycoon Lover by Ann Major

      Royal Seducer

      By

      Michelle Celmer

      Bossman Billionaire

      By

      Kathie DeNosky

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      Royal Seducer

      By

Michelle Celmer

      Dear Reader,

      Welcome to book five of my ROYAL SEDUCTIONS series: the story of Melissa Thornsby, the illegitimate princess of Morgan Isle, and Crown Prince Christian James Ernst Alexander of Thomas Isle.

      As always, it took some time to work these two out, to see what made them tick. And believe me, they took me on one huge emotional ride. Melissa thinks she’s so tough, it was heart wrenching the moment she realised she didn’t have all the answers. And Chris is so blind to what is right in front of him, I wanted to whack him over the head and say, “Hello, what were you thinking?” Though it takes them both some serious soul-searching, I think you’ll agree it’s worth it when these two find their happily ever after.

      Don’t forget to watch in December for book six of my ROYAL SEDUCTIONS series and spend Christmas with the Prince.

      Best,

       Michelle

      Bestselling author Michelle Celmer lives in southeastern Michigan with her husband, their three children, two dogs and two cats. When she’s not writing or busy being a mum, you can find her in the garden or curled up with a romance novel. And, if you twist her arm really hard, you can usually persuade her into a day of power shopping.

      Michelle loves to hear from readers. Visit her website at www.michellecelmer.com, or write to her at PO Box 300, Clawson, MI 48017, USA.

      To Nancy

      Chapter One

      Melissa Thornsby never got nervous.

      She’d been raised in the pretentious and oftentimes eccentric New Orleans high society, where it wasn’t all that uncommon to check one’s back and occasionally find a knife or two sticking out. But that was par for the course.

      After Katrina, she’d started a foundation to rebuild the city, and when she met presidents, past and present, actors, musicians and other celebrities eager to “do the right thing,” it was just another day at the office.

      Even when she’d learned she was the illegitimate princess of the country of Morgan Isle and made the decision to move there permanently to be with a family that was, to put it mildly, suspicious of her motives, she barely broke a sweat. She took her late mother’s advice and viewed it as an adventure.

      So, visiting Thomas Isle, the former rival of her native country, and meeting the royal family, really wasn’t a big deal.

      Until she saw him.

      He stood on the tarmac of the small private airstrip in the bright afternoon sunshine, flanked by two very frightening-looking bodyguards and a polished black Bentley at the ready. And he was, for lack of a better word, beautiful. Tall, fit and well put together in a tailored, charcoal-gray pinstriped suit.

      Prince Christian James Ernst Alexander, next in line to the throne of Thomas Isle. Confirmed bachelor and shameless playboy. His photos didn’t do him justice.

      She descended the steps of the Learjet and the prince approached, flashing her a million-watt stunner of a smile. Her heart leapt up into her throat and a curious tickle of nerves coiled in her belly. Was it too much to hope that he was to be her guide for the duration of her two-week stay? Although in her experience that task was typically left up to the princess since the crown prince was usually busy with slightly more significant tasks, such as preparing to run the entire country.

      Flanked by her own equally threatening entourage—the security detail her half brother, King Phillip, insisted she have accompany her—she stepped forward to meet him halfway.

      When they were face to face, he nodded his head in greeting and said, in a voice as rich and as smooth as her favorite gourmet dark chocolate, “Welcome to Thomas Isle, Your Highness.”

      “Your Highness.” She dipped into a curtsey, turning on the Southern-belle charm. “It’s an honor to be here.”

      “The honor is all ours,” he said with a lethal smile. Lethal because