“You Make A Breathtaking Princess,” Jacob Said. Letter to Reader Title Page Dedication About the Author A Note To My Readers Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Epilogue Copyright
“You Make A Breathtaking Princess,” Jacob Said.
“Don’t say that.”
“Why not?”
Allison’s glance snapped up defiantly to meet his. “You wanted me to marry you for a purpose, to clear the way for your future. I’m still just a small-town librarian who’s playing a role in a little melodrama you and your advisers have cooked up.”
“You’re far more than that.”
He had to remind himself that he couldn’t tell her everything—not now, not until he’d worked out every complex detail.
In a way, he realized he was being selfish again—but this time he felt no guilt. He was determined to get what he wanted, and he was willing to risk everything—his father’s approval, his countrymen’s love, Allison’s treasured independence...perhaps even more.
Dear Reader,
Happy Holidays to all of you from the staff of Silhouette Desire! Our celebration of Desire’s fifteenth anniversary continues, and to kick off this holiday season, we have a wonderful new book from Dixie Browning called Look What the Stork Brought. Dixie, who is truly a Desire star, has written over sixty titles for Silhouette.
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The month is completed with more Christmas treats:
A Husband in Her Stocking by Christine Pacheco;
I Married a Prince by Kathryn Jensen and Santa Cowboy by Barbara McMahon.
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I Married A Prince
Kathryn Jensen
To Lucia Macro and Cristine Grace, my editors, who love prince stories as much as I do...and gave me a chance to tell this one. My deepest thanks for your wise guidance and priceless suggestions.
KATHRYN JENSEN has written many novels for young readers as well as for adults. She speed walks, works out with weights and enjoys ballroom dancing for exercise, stress reduction and pleasure. Her children are now grown. She lives in Maryland with her husband, Bill, and her writing companion—Sunny, a lovable terrier-mix adopted from a shelter.
Having worked as a hospital switchboard operator, department store sales associate, bank clerk and elementary school teacher, she now splits her days between writing her own books and teaching fiction writing at two local colleges and through a correspondence course. She enjoys helping new writers get a start and speaks “at the drop of a hat” at writers’ conferences, libraries and schools across the country.
A Note To My Readers
Although the country of Elbia, her citizens and Prince Jacob are products of my fantasy-loving imagination, real monarchies, castles and handsome princes do exist in our modern world. Liechtenstein’s Hereditary Prince Alois is a tennis buff and resides in beautiful Vaduz Castle. Monaco’s Crown Prince Albert—who is into judo, fencing and theater—has a reputation as a charming playboy. Luxembourg looks to His Royal Highness Prince Henri, an avid sailor and music lover, for guidance into the next century. He lives in the breathtaking Château of Fischbach. Denmark’s Crown Prince Frederik, passionate about skiing and driving fast cars, attended Harvard University in the U.S. The Netherlands, Spain, Norway, Belgium and Sweden also boast dashing royals. They all possess vast fortunes to share with the lucky women who steal their hearts.
One
Time was running out, and Jacob knew it.
In all the world, there was precious little his money couldn’t buy. Happiness itself had seemed within his purchasing power. He’d used the von Austerand fortune for twenty-nine years to satisfy his whims, lusts, real and imagined needs. Now the fun was coming to an end.
“Damn!” he growled, crumpling the message and letting it fall from his fist into the blue-gray water lapping the hull of the sleek motor yacht. A brilliant orange September sun was already halfway up a cloudless sky. It beamed down on the snug cove nestled in the Connecticut shoreline, where the Queen Elise had anchored
