Christmas with the Prince. Charlene Sands

      Christmas with the Prince

      by

      Michelle Celmer

      Reserved for the Tycoon

      by

      Charlene Sands

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      Christmas with the Prince

      by

Michelle Celmer

       “Liv,” he called softly, but she didn’t budge.

      Apparently she was more tired than she’d realized. He found a spare blanket in the closet, and walked back to the bed to cover her. For reasons he couldn’t begin to understand, he felt compelled to just look at her.

      She’s not your type, he reminded himself.

      If he was going to be honest with himself, his “type” had plenty to offer physically, but intellectually, he was usually left feeling bored and unfulfilled. Maybe it was time for a change of pace.

      Seducing a woman like Liv might be just what he needed to spice things up.

      About the Author

      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 mom, you can find her in the garden or curled up with a romance novel. And if you twist her arm real 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 her at PO Box 300, Clawson, MI 48017, USA.

      To my mom, Who has been not only my teacher, my confidante, and my most dedicated fan, but one of my best friends. Love you!

      Dear Reader,

      Welcome to the next installment of my ROYAL SEDUCTIONS series. I can hardly believe we’re already on book six, the story of Prince Aaron Felix Gastel Alexander and genetic botanist Olivia Montgomery. A royal heir and an orphan abandoned at the age of three.

      Can you say, opposites attract?

      These two were definitely a handful! How do you take two independent, headstrong people and make them bend to your creative will? The truth is, you don’t. As a writer, all you can really do is sit back and let them lead you on their journey. And with Aaron and Liv, there was never a dull moment. Especially when these two very different people suddenly realized maybe they weren’t so different after all. And when all is said and done, family isn’t about bloodlines and pedigrees and fitting in, but instead the people you hold most dear in your heart.

      Don’t forget to look for the next book in the ROYAL SEDUCTIONS series, the story of Princess Louisa and millionaire mogul Garrett Sutherland.

      Best,

       Michelle

      Chapter One

      Olivia Montgomery was attractive for a scientist.

      Attractive in a brainy, geeky sort of way. From a distance, at least. And not at all what Prince Aaron had expected.

      He watched her gaze up at the castle from his office window, a look of awe on her heart-shaped face, her bow mouth formed into a perfect O beneath eyes as large as dinner plates.

      He supposed it wasn’t every day that a woman was asked to uproot her entire life, stay at a royal castle for an indeterminable period and use her vast knowledge to save an entire country from potential absolute financial devastation.

      Of course, from what he’d read of their new guest, her life to date had been anything but typical. Most kids didn’t graduate from high school at fifteen, receive their Ph.D. at twenty-two and earn a reputation as a pioneer in the field of botanical genetics at twenty-four. He would swear she didn’t look a day over eighteen, due in part to the long, blondish-brown hair she wore pulled back in a ponytail and the backpack she carried slung over one shoulder.

      He watched as Derek, his personal assistant, led her into the castle, then he took a seat at his desk to wait for them, feeling uncharacteristically anxious. He had been assured that in the field of genetic botany, she was the best. Meaning she could very well be their last hope.

      Specialist after specialist had been unable to diagnose or effectively treat the blight plaguing their crops. A disease that had begun in the east fields, and spread to affect not only a good portion of the royal family’s land, but had recently been reported in surrounding farms, as well. Unchecked, the effects could be financially devastating to their agriculturally based economy.

      His family—hell, the entire country—was counting on him to find a way to fix it.

      Talk about pressure. He used to believe that his older brother, Christian, the crown prince, had it rough, carrying the burden of one day taking over as ruler, and the responsibility of marrying and producing a royal heir. But to Aaron’s surprise, after a slightly rocky start, Chris seemed to be embracing his new title as husband.

      For Aaron, the thought of tying himself down to one woman for the rest of his life gave him cold chills. Not that he didn’t love women. He just loved lots of different women. And when the novelty of one wore thin, he liked having the option of moving on to something new. Although, now that Chris was blissfully married off, their mother, the queen, had taken an active and unsettling interest in Aaron’s love life. He never knew there were so many eligible young women with royal blood, and his mother seemed hell-bent on setting him up with every single one of them.

      She would figure out eventually that all the meddling in the world wouldn’t bring him any closer to the altar. At least, he hoped she would. She could instead focus on marrying off his twin sisters, Anne and Louisa.

      Several minutes passed before there was a rap at Aaron’s office door. Undoubtedly Derek had been explaining policy for meeting members of the royal family to their guest. What she should and shouldn’t do or say. It could be a bit overwhelming. Especially for someone who had never been in the presence of royalty before.

      “Come in,” he called.

      The door opened and Derek appeared, followed closely by Miss Montgomery. Aaron rose from his chair to greet her, noticing right away her height. He was just over six feet tall, and in flat-heeled, conservative loafers she stood nearly eye level. It was difficult to see her figure under the loose khaki pants and baggy, cable-knit sweater, although she gave the impression of being quite slim. Too slim, even. All sharp and angular.

      Missing was the lab coat, pocket protector and cola-bottle glasses one might expect from a scientist. She wore no makeup or jewelry, and was for all accounts quite plain, yet she was undeniably