Pretender to the Throne. Maisey Yates

      

       “You speak of the crown as though it’s a poisoned cup,” Layna said, her words muted.

      “It is in many ways. But it is mine. And I have spent too many years trying to pass it off to others.”

      Yes, as far as anyone knew the crown was Xander’s. It was the expectation. What he had trained for until he was twenty-one.

      The truth was another matter. But it didn’t change the reality.

      It didn’t change what had to be done.

      “A conscience, Xander?” she asked, using his first name.

      The sound sent a shiver through him. A ripple of memory.

      “I’m not so certain I’d go that far. Maybe a bit of forgotten honor bred into me. Thanks to all that royal blood,” he said, his tone dripping sarcasm. “Imagine my disappointment when I realized I hadn’t replaced it all with alcohol.”

      “A disappointment for many,” she said.

      She sounded more like her old self now. He’d officially destroyed her serenity. Perhaps a lightning bolt would be in the offing after all.

      “I’m sure. But I had thought there might be a way of softening the blow.”

      “And that is?”

      “You,” he said. “I’m going to need you, Layna.”

       THE CALL OF DUTY

       When legacy commands they must obey!

      Don’t miss any of the books in this powerful trilogy by Maisey Yates!

      A ROYAL WORLD APART Desperate to escape her duty, Princess Evangelina has tried every trick in her little black book. But where everyone else has failed will her new bodyguard bend her to his will? Pity the Princess who draws such a devastating gaze!

       AT HIS MAJESTY’S REQUEST

      Prince Stavros Drakos has ruled his country like his business: with a will of iron! And when duty demands an heir this resolute bachelor will turn his sole focus to the task …

       But will he have finally have met his match?

       PRETENDER TO THE THRONE

      Newly returned Prince Xander Drakos was raised to sit on the throne … But was the crown ever really his to wear? One thing is certain—this prince is determined to right the wrongs of the past and do his duty for his family and his country.

       But first he’ ll need the woman he left behind at his side.

      Pretender to the Throne

      Maisey Yates

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      MAISEY YATES was an avid Mills & Boon® Modern™ Romance reader before she began to write them. She still can’t quite believe she’s lucky enough to get to create her very own sexy alpha heroes and feisty heroines. Seeing her name on one of those lovely covers is a dream come true.

      Maisey lives with her handsome, wonderful, diaper-changing husband and three small children across the street from her extremely supportive parents and the home she grew up in, in the wilds of Southern Oregon, USA. She enjoys the contrast of living in a place where you might wake up to find a bear on your back porch and then heading into the home office to write stories that take place in exotic urban locales.

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      FORGED IN THE DESERT HEAT

       HIS RING IS NOT ENOUGH

       THE COUPLE WHO FOOLED THE WORLD

       HEIR TO A DARK INHERITANCE

       (Secret Heirs of Powerful Men)

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      To my readers.

      This book exists because you asked for it.

      And I’m so very glad you did!

      Contents

       CHAPTER ONE

       CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN

       CHAPTER FOURTEEN

       EPILOGUE

       EXCERPT

      CHAPTER ONE

      “EITHER DIE OR abdicate. I’m not particular about which one you choose, but you’d better make a decision, and quickly.”

      Alexander Drakos, heir to the throne of Kyonos, dissolute rake and frequent gambler, took a drag on his cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray and dropping his cards onto the velvet-covered table.

      “I’m a little busy right now, Stavros,” he said into his phone.

      “Doing what? Throwing away your fortune and drinking yourself into a stupor?”

      “Don’t be an idiot. I don’t drink when I gamble. I don’t lose, either.” He eyed the men sitting around the table and pushed a pile of chips into the pot.

      “A shame. If you did, then maybe you would have had to come home a long time ago.”

      “Yeah, well, you haven’t seemed to need me.”

      It was time for the cards to go down, and those who hadn’t folded earlier on in the round put their hands face up.

      Xander laughed and revealed his royal flush before leaning in and sweeping the chips into his stack. “I’m cashing out,” he said, standing and putting his chips into a velvet bag. “Enjoy your evening.” He took his black suit jacket off the back of the chair and slung it over his shoulder.

      He passed a casino employee and dropped the bag into the man’s hands. “I know how much is in there. Cash me out. Five percent for you, no more.”

      He stopped at the bar. “Scotch. Neat.”

      “I thought you didn’t drink while you gambled,” his brother said.

      “I’m