Minutes before walking down the aisle, Princess Alyssa Sutherland--possible heir to the Verdonian throne--vanished into thin air. Rumor has it that the lady in question wasn't marrying for love. Did Her Highness catch a case of cold feet? Perhaps a certain oh-so-uninvited guest crashed the party. Sources say Merrick Montgomery was spotted on the scene...and gossipmongers are buzzing with tales of a secret elopement. Did the dangerously sexy rebel kidnap the princess for political gain? Or did he simply sweep our royal beauty off her feet?
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February 13, 2007
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Excerpt from The Forbidden Princess by Day Leclaire
Merrick Montgomery studied the woman whose life he was about to destroy--and who could, ultimately, destroy his.
Alyssa Sutherland was stunning, he conceded. Sexy, even in the silver wedding dress she wore. He adjusted the binoculars to get a closer look. She sat without moving while a bevy of women fluttered around her like jewel-colored butterflies. Her features were as close to perfection as a man could desire and her figure what he could see of it beneath the embellished gown she wore"threatened to rouse that desire to a fever pitch. Dappled sunlight touched the champagne blond of her hair, kissing it with the merest hint of rose.
He felt an inexplicable and powerful urge to fully bare her to his gaze, to see if her body mirrored the perfection of that face. Not that there was much doubt about what he'd uncover. Such was the gift nature bestowed on certain women warm, breathtaking beauty combined with cold, avaricious natures.
Beneath her gown he'd find her flesh pale and unblemished enough to make any man forget her true nature. She'd feel soft and supple against his calloused hands. Would she be built like a goddess, her hips a lush, feminine sanctuary? Or perhaps her gown hid a smaller, more boyish figure. He'd found such women to be strong and lithe in bed. Miniature dynamos.
Goddess or dynamo, it didn't matter. She'd sold herself to Brandt von Folke, which had forced his hand.