HIS UNDERCOVER PRINCESS by Avery Flynn
Stylist Elle Olsen lives in fear of someone
discovering her secret identity as Princess Eloise. But the men who killed her
entire family in a bloody coup have done just that and now they’re coming for
her. All Elle wants is to disappear into anonymity again, but the panty-melting
billionaire who kidnaps her isn’t about to let that happen.
On the society pages, smoking hot financier
Dominick Rasmussen is one of the world’s most eligible bachelors, but there’s
more to him than meets the eye. As a secret resistance fighter, his one goal is
to get Princess Eloise on the throne and restore the monarchy. The biggest
problem? His stubborn and sexy undercover princess has no interest in ever
wearing a tiara again.
Their goals couldn’t be more opposed, but
neither Dom nor Elle can deny the attraction bringing them closer together. As
the stakes rise and danger increases, they are forced to choose between love
and country…
About
Avery Flynn:
Award-winning
romance author Avery Flynn has three slightly-wild children, loves a
hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV
drip. Avery was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both.
She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as
they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty,
fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their
own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.
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Excerpt:
“Dom—”
The
rest of the sentence was smothered by the white cotton cloth he held in his
free hand and forced against her nose and mouth. Shock froze Elle to the spot.
She couldn’t blink. She couldn’t breathe. All she could do was feel the banging
of her heart as panic sent it into overdrive. The people who killed her family
had found her.
“This
is for your own good,” he said as he looked down at her. “I couldn’t take the
chance you’d fight me, and there isn’t time to explain.”
Too
damn bad for him, because her fight-or-flight response zinged into action.
Whatever was in the cloth, she didn’t want to breathe it in. Adrenaline clawed
at her, demanding life-giving oxygen, but she refused to give in. They might
have murdered everyone she loved and sent her into hiding, but she wouldn’t go
down without a fight. She grabbed his arms, yanking and stabbing her nails into
the sliver of his wrists not covered by his shirt. He didn’t flinch.
Dom
kept his cold gaze on her, a icy determination making them even bluer somehow.
“Just relax and breathe.”
Fat
fucking chance. Holding on to his forearms for leverage, she
slammed her knee upward, aiming for his most vulnerable spot. He deflected the
move with an ease of a natural athlete or a man trained to do whatever it took
to force the world to do his bidding.
She
fought against him, kicking and hitting, but he kept the cloth pressed against
her nose and mouth. Her lungs burned with the effort not to breathe as she
struggled in his iron grasp, but it didn’t do her any good. Blackness ate
around the edges of her vision, the lack of oxygen taking its toll. She didn’t
have long before she’d pass out, with or without the help of whatever chemical
was in the cloth.
Ten
years. She’d made it a decade without anyone finding her, without her secret
coming out. Foolishly, she’d thought she was finally safe. Now she’d pay the
price for a crown she’d never worn and a kingdom she’d never ruled. Dom pulled
her close to his hard chest so she wouldn’t fall to the cold marble floor,
holding her tight but without cruelty. No doubt that would come later.
“Everything
is going to be okay, Princess Eloise,” he whispered against her ear. “I
promise.”
But
it wouldn’t. She knew better than to ever trust a man who promised happy endings
in the middle of a kidnapping.
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