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“Ordinary couple? Who are you kidding? We aren’t ordinary. And we aren’t a couple!” Francesca exclaimed.
This did not phase Conrad one bit. “We could be. And nobody’s ordinary if you think about it. All you have to do is come with me to official functions. There’s about three in the rest of the year. I’ll let you have some notes nearer the time.”
“Great. Parties with briefing notes,” muttered Francesca. “You’re sure that’s all I have to do?”
“Anything else is entirely up to you.”
Born in London, U.K., Sophie Weston is a traveler by nature who started writing when she was five. She wrote her first romance while recovering from illness, thinking her traveling was over. She was wrong, but she enjoyed it so much that she has carried on. These days she lives in the heart of the city with two demanding cats and a cherry tree—and travels the world looking for settings for her stories.
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The Prince’s Proposal
Sophie Weston
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
‘TODAY,’ said Francesca Heller forcefully, ‘has been the worst day of my life.’
She was still rather pale. But, being Francesca, she was already fighting back. Jazz decided that the fight needed support.
‘Sure it was. So now you show Barry de la Touche that he can’t get you down. What better way than to go out and have a good time?
Francesca looked at her in disbelief. ‘You can’t expect me to go to a party after that.’
Jazz shook her marvellous head of tiny black plaits and refused to back down.
‘Yes, I do. You’re a professional bookseller now. You go to a publisher’s party if it kills you.’
Francesca glared. Jazz was tall, black and gorgeous but Francesca had a glare that would cut steel when she put her mind to it.
Francesca was not tall. She was small and slim with ordinary brown hair and an ordinary, pleasant face. ‘Invisible in a crowd,’ said Francesca’s elegant mother with resignation, and Francesca agreed.
But they both underestimated the impact of her eyes. They were huge, wide-spaced and golden brown, fringed with long, sooty lashes. And they spoke. Whatever Francesca might say she was feeling, you could see the truth of it in those toffee-brown eyes. Even masked, as they normally were, by big-framed glasses.
Currently she was feeling put-upon. But Jazz Allen was her partner in London’s newest independent bookshop, The Buzz. Jazz knew what she was talking about.
‘You’re not serious,’ Francesca said. But without much hope.
‘Yes, I am.’
Jazz unwound her long legs from the top of the ladder from which she had been restocking ‘Crime, authors F to G,’ and slid to the ground.
‘But you were here,’ said Francesca in despair. ‘You saw.’
Jazz grinned. ‘Your father’s got a temper on him,’ she said with relish. ‘So?’
Francesca stared at her. Jazz had the reputation of being tough. But this was armour-plated.
‘Hello?’ she said. ‘We didn’t split off onto different planets this afternoon, did we? You did see my father walk in and demolish the man I thought I was going to marry?’
‘I
