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The Stepsister's Prince: The Royal Wedding, #3
by Caroline Lee
Ratings:
188 pages1 hour
Summary
For someone who studies Vikings, he's like a dream come true. Too bad he's about to become family!
Prince Kristoff's mother—the queen of Aegiria—is getting remarried…to a bumbling, adorkable American scientist. And honestly, Kristoff couldn't care less, as long as he can be left alone to sail, free climb, hang glide, and all the other stuff he'd much rather be doing instead of sitting around the palace in a suit.
Except…his soon-to-be stepfather has the most charming (if slightly awkward) daughter. And Kristoff is finding himself very interested in her, especially when he finds out she knows how to sail.
Cassandra Hayes figured "cute" was the best she could ever hope to be, so when her soon-to-be-stepbrother—the hunky Viking look-alike Kristoff—asks her to be his partner in the upcoming Regatta, she's flattered. And excited. And nervous as heck. Add in the complications of a bet with a perfectly beautiful woman fighting for Kristoff—with Kristoff as the stake!—and Cass is in real trouble.
But the more time she spends with Kristoff, and the more they realize how well they mesh, the more Cass decides this is trouble she doesn't mind. Who cares if someone is trying to stop the royal wedding? Who cares if there's another woman intent on winning Kristoff? Who cares if Cass can't manage to go out for a sail without clumsily bringing down the mainsail?
Well, actually, that last one might be kinda important…
Publisher: Caroline LeeReleased: Nov 17, 2018ISBN: 9781386339892Format: book
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The Stepsister's Prince - Caroline Lee
Copyright © 2018, Caroline Lee
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For someone who studies Vikings, he's like a dream come true. Too bad he's about to become family!
Prince Kristoff's mother—the queen of Aegiria—is getting remarried...to a bumbling, adorkable American scientist. And honestly, Kristoff couldn't care less, as long as he can be left alone to sail, free climb, hang glide, and all the other stuff he'd much rather be doing instead of sitting around the palace in a suit.
Except...his soon-to-be stepfather has the most charming (if slightly awkward) daughter. And Kristoff is finding himself very interested in her, especially when he finds out she knows how to sail.
Cassandra Hayes figured cute
was the best she could ever hope to be, so when her soon-to-be-stepbrother—the hunky Viking look-alike Kristoff—asks her to be his partner in the upcoming Regatta, she's flattered. And excited. And nervous as heck. Add in the complications of a bet with a perfectly beautiful woman fighting for Kristoff—with Kristoff as the wager!—and Cass is in real trouble.
But the more time she spends with Kristoff, and the more they realize how well they mesh, the more Cass decides this is trouble she doesn't mind. Who cares if someone is trying to stop the royal wedding? Who cares if there's another woman intent on winning Kristoff? Who cares if Cass can't manage to go out for a sail without clumsily bringing down the mainsail?
Well, actually, that last one might be kinda important...
Six Brothers. Six books to find love with entirely unsuitable princesses. And six chances to save THE ROYAL WEDDING.
(This book has a heat rating of 3 out of 5, due to the main characters' inability to keep their hands off each other. The sex takes place behind the bedroom door—which they thankfully close—but there's a lot of kissing going on!)
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
EPILOGUE
YOU’RE INVITED TO THE ROYAL WEDDING!
The tiny island nation of Aegiria may be Europe's longest-reigning monarchy, but this summer is going to deliver enough excitement to rock their royal world! Six princes are matched with six entirely unsuitable princesses as they work together to discover who's trying to sabotage The Royal Wedding.
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The Royal Wedding books:
THE BODYGUARD’S PRINCE, by Caroline Lee
THE ROCK STAR’S PRINCE, by Merry Farmer
THE STEPSISTER’S PRINCE, by Caroline Lee
THE PILOT’S PRINCE, by Merry Farmer
THE INTROVERT’S PRINCE, by Caroline Lee
THE JOURNALIST’S PRINCE, by Merry Farmer
THE PRINCE’S CHRISTMAS WAGER, by Caroline Lee
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The Stepsister’s Prince
The Royal Wedding
Book Three
Dedication:
This one’s for Dad, who took me sailing.
CHAPTER ONE
THE ORNATE GOWNS OF the women glittered like stars under the bright chandeliers, and their smiles were equally bright. They all laughed at the perfect pitch, their hands placed just so—delicate and graceful—on their companions’ arms as they were swept around the room. Not a single one of them tripped on their ridiculously strappy heels or clutched at their date to keep from swaying too hard and knocking over a waiter with a tray full of drinks or accidentally caught their hair on fire.
Cassandra Hayes slouched between a potted plant and the bar, hating every single one of them.
Perk up, Jellybean. You’re at a party!
Her father nudged her, the other hand cradling his second vodka tonic of the night. "My party!"
Her scowl deepened, and she rubbed her side through the black taffeta where Dad’s tuxedo-clad elbow had dug into her skin. "Yeah, but I know you. You hate these kinds of parties as much as I do. Why couldn’t you have talked the queen into a barbeque down on the beach?"
Dad snorted. "Because Vicki wanted an engagement ball. Waltzing, formal seated dinner, the whole works."
They both shuddered in unison.
"So you should be glad I talked her into a fun party to celebrate the engagement," he said, smiling like the fool in love he was.
Fun?
Cassandra countered, looking around at the cocktail gowns and the jewels and she was pretty sure that one woman was wearing a dress made out of gold. "This shin-dig is anything but fun."
Dad saluted her with his drink. It is with a few of these. Do you know Aegiria has a national vodka? They make it here, in-country.
Out of fish? Cassandra knew her misery was making her snarky, so she didn’t say it out loud. Their new island nation home did grow other stuff besides seafood...even if it was a fish-based economy. Besides, it was the fish which had brought Dad here in the first place.
Dr. William Hayes was one of the world’s preeminent environmental scientists, specializing in marine biology and conservation. He’d come to Aegiria for the first time years ago to study the unique ecosystems around the coast, and had returned often, traveling between here and Cassandra’s childhood home in Boston, USA.
Then, a few years ago, Dad had been offered a distinguished honor by Queen Viktoria of Aegiria: the position of her Science Advisor. Thanks to her fourth son—who was a big fan of Dad’s work—Cass had come to realize how important understanding the country’s relationship with the fishing stock was to their future. Dad and Prince Mikael enacted legislature to protect the cute little trout or whatever the hell they were, and everything was hunky-dory.
Then he had to go and fall in love with the queen.
So now the monarch of an entire nation referred to Dad as Willy
and he called her Vicki
and they held hands in public and were disgustingly adorable. They’d just announced their engagement to the country at a huge concert—highlighted by a performance from one of Cassandra’s favorite rock stars—and were now having this fun
party.
Cassandra rolled her eyes.
I saw that, Jellybean.
Don’t call me that, Dad, it’s embarrassing.
Because you don’t like being sweet?
Because I don’t like being round and full of sugar.
So ‘JellyBelly’ is out, too?
He sipped his drink.
She rolled her eyes again, her attention on the glittering swirl of Aegiria’s upper classes before her. I’m old enough now to know you only do that to annoy me. But I swear to God, if you say that name where anyone else can hear it, I’ll tell them all about your Star Wars doll collection.
From the corner of her eye, she saw her father choke on his drink. In typical William Hayes manner, he spit the vodka back into the glass. Actually spit it back in.
At least I come by it honestly.
"They’re collector’s figurines, Cassie. And I’m about to be a queen’s consort. You can’t go bandying about information like that."
Look, Dad, let’s just agree we’ve both got a lot of dirt on each other that would make us look bad to these people
—even worse, I mean— and make a pact to never again speak of these things.
Dad held up his pinkie. Promise.
She sighed and, after darting her eyes around to make sure no one was watching too closely, hooked her own pinkie around his. Promise.
He dropped his arm, his finger still holding hers, and began to swing their hands back and forth like she was still in grade school. So, you want me to get you one of these?
He waggled his drink. It might make the party more fun for you.
She snorted quietly. I don’t think that’s a very good idea.
Why not?
Eight months ago, when her history master’s program had ended, Cassandra had moved to Aegiria to be with her father. Her brothers thought she was nuts—and maybe she was—but she didn’t like the idea of her Dad all alone, surrounded by all these rich, snooty types. He had a tendency to be clumsy and inarticulate, thanks to literally decades stuck in his laboratory studying the mating habits of shrimp or whatever it was he did.
But when she’d arrived, she’d seen that not only was the Royal court pretty tolerant of his bumbling, thanks to his respected position, the queen absolutely doted on him. There was no need for Cassandra to rush to his rescue, and she’d had to scramble to find a job to give herself something to do.
And unfortunately, the longer she stayed in Aegiria’s capital city with all these fancy elite people, the more chances there were for her to make a fool of herself.
Let’s just say that I don’t need alcohol to be silly.
She had the uncanny ability to walk into door jambs, stumble into tables set with delicate twelve-piece place settings, and one time accidentally poke the ambassador from Spain in the eye with her umbrella.
No, I definitely don’t need vodka.
Well, take this one anyhow, would you?
Cassandra didn’t have a chance to ask what her father meant before he’d thrust his drink glass—spit and all—into her hands. She jerked out of the way to avoid splashing vodka on her entirely unsuitable poofy dress, and in doing so crashed into the potted plant.
Thank God the thing was sturdy enough to withstand Hurricane Cass.
She’d just begun to glare at Dad when she saw what had him so flustered. Sailing towards them like a brigantine was the queen of Aegiria, Cassandra’s soon-to-be stepmom.
Swell.
Darling!
William Hayes bowed elegantly and captured his fiancée’s hand in his, placing a kiss on her fingers. You’ve finally returned to me!
To Cassandra’s surprise, the queen giggled like a teenager, her free hand fluttering around her throat which was heating with a blush. Oh, William!
And that’s when Dad turned the queen’s hand over and placed a loud, wet kiss on the woman’s palm, pulled her in for an entirely embarrassing kiss, and Cassandra’s attention slammed upwards to the chandelier while she recited the kings of Norway in her head.
After some moist noises beside her, the older couple seemed to remember her. Oh, hello dear!
Queen Viktoria exclaimed.
Cassandra peeked over, and when she saw they were done kissing, she tried for a curtsey. Dad had purchased them both etiquette lessons when he realized how much time they’d be spending at Court—which, as far as she could recall, hadn’t included loud palm-smooching, but whatever—but she rarely remembered how to use them. Today, holding Dad’s drink, it was a miracle she didn’t trip on her pointy shoes and fall on her face.
Again.
But Viktoria just waved dismissively. Don’t be silly, Cassie. This isn’t a formal occasion, just family and close friends.
Looking around at what had to be a hundred people all talking at once, Cassandra repeated doubtfully, Close friends?
Yes, dear. We have many friends. And your father requested an informal gathering, so we did our best to comply.
Cassandra wasn’t sure if that was the royal we
or not, so she just nodded.
"Besides, curtseys are for those of lower rank. We’re about to become family. With that, the queen leaned in and kissed Cassandra’s cheek—gracefully, of course.
I’ve always wanted a daughter."
Too stunned by her welcome to respond, Cassandra just nodded.
Dad, on the other hand, knew exactly the wrong thing to say to break up that sweetness. Looks like you’re about to get at least one, huh?
he said, nodding to two of Viktoria’s sons, dancing with their girlfriends.
Thanks a lot, Dad.
All three of them turned their attention to Crown Prince Alek and Prince Arne. Like all of Viktoria’s sons, they were drop-dead gorgeous. Both of them had dark hair and chiseled features, and had always struck Cassandra as aloof. Or maybe it was just that she turned into a blithering bowl of uselessness whenever she attempted to speak to either of them.
Alek was pressed against his bodyguard Toni, and she looked like she was very serious about guarding his body. She wore a black dress, same as Cassandra, but whereas Cass’s was big and dumb—taffeta, I mean, honestly!—Toni’s was sleek and dangerous. She’d been raised on a ranch out in Idaho, but had joined the Army and then a private security firm before becoming Alek’s bodyguard. And when he was kidnapped earlier this summer, she’d been part of the rescue, and the two of them came out of it passionately attached to one another. Viktoria approved of her oldest son’s choice of the future queen of Aegiria.
Arne, meanwhile, was dancing enthusiastically with his lady-love—girlfriend
just seemed like a stupid word when one was referring to princes—Emma. That was how she’d been introduced to the family, at least, but Cassandra knew her from her younger years as Fuchsia,
the hottest, most artificial rock star
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