Four royal romances … Four amazing love stories … Mills & Boon is thrilled to present …
A
Royal
WEDDING
Four brand-new, irresistible romances
from beloved authors
TRISH MOREY, CAITLIN CREWS,
NINA HARRINGTON & RAYE MORGAN
Dear Readers,
At the end of 2009 when we were thinking about the books we wanted to publish in 2011, we had no idea that there would be a real royal wedding in April. But how exciting and how lovely!
We wish Prince William and his beautiful bride every happiness.
We hope that you will all be entertained by the four very different novellas in this perfectly timed super collection.
Also, to celebrate this historic event, Mills & Boon have created a special ebook collection: Royal Weddings … through the ages. Read about the future king’s ancestors and the people who helped bring their special days together. Seven couples, seven marriages, seven stories for you to enjoy! Visit www.millsandboon.co.uk.
Enjoy!
The Editors
A
Royal
WEDDING
The Strom Within TRISH MOREY
The Reluctant Queen CAITLIN CREWS
The Ordinary King NINA HARRINGTON
The Prince’s Forbidden Love RAYE MORGAN
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The Strom Within
TRISH MOREY
About the Author
TRISH MOREY is an Australian who’s also spent time living and working in New Zealand and England. Now she’s settled with her husband and four young daughters in a special part of South Australia, surrounded by orchards and bushland, and visited by the occasional koala and kangaroo. With a lifelong love of reading, she penned her first book at the age of eleven, after which life, career, and a growing family kept her busy until once again she could indulge her desire to create characters and stories—this time in romance. Having her work published is a dream come true. Visit Trish at her website, www.trishmorey.com.
Look for The Heir from Nowhere, Trish Morey’s most recent novel from Mills & Boon® Modern™.
Dear Reader,
There’s something about a craggy Mediterranean island topped with a looming castle that really appeals to me as a setting. The combination of remote with imposing might well be a mirror to the hero, who is as unapproachable and intimidating as the island setting itself.
Count Alessandro Volta is as unapproachable and intimidating as they come. Scarred both physically and mentally from a tragedy that left him the only survivor, Alessandro shuns society and the media and takes to self-imposed exile on his storm-ridden island home. Until a discovery is made in the secret tunnels beneath his castle, the lost pages from an ancient book of healing.
The woman who comes to evaluate the find is not the crusty academic he was expecting and suddenly Alessandro finds his escape from the world challenged by Dr Grace Hunter, a passionate scientist whose unwelcome presence threatens to break down the dark shields around him and thrust him once again into the light.
But can the fabled book of healing live up to its reputation and heal a heart so savagely broken? And will this unlikely couple ever earn their summer royal wedding?
I hope you enjoy finding out.
With very best wishes,
Trish x
With grateful thanks to the real Archival Survival team, Angela Henrickson and Geoff McIntyre, and especially to Annie for all her help with a project that was so totally left field.
I’m not sure if this is what you envisioned Annie, when I first put the premise of this story to you, but thank you so much for your advice and assistance and for your sheer enthusiasm! Any mistakes or omissions are purely author error.
Thank you Annie!
CHAPTER ONE
SHE was coming. From his office overlooking the sea, Count Alessandro Alonso Leopold Volta watched the launch approach the island that was home to Castello di Volta and the seat of the Volta family for more than five hundred years.
The boat hadn’t even docked and already the bitter taste of bile hovered menacingly at the back of his throat.
He growled. He hated visitors, hated the way they brought the smell of the outside world with them, as if clinging to their very clothes. He hated their wide-eyed stares and their looks of horror when they first saw his scars, horror that bleached their faces white and sent their eyes skidding away to the floor or to the nearest work of art. Anywhere, it seemed, that wasn’t his face.
But most of all he hated their pity, for the horror always gave way to pity.
He preferred the horror.
His hands curled into fists at his side. He didn’t want anyone’s pity.
He didn’t want anyone. Period.
The launch slowed, rocking sideways on the bumpy water as it neared the dock
