Mistaken by chance for a missing princess, Tricia is caught up in a tangle of excitement and danger while hiding her hopeless love for Cordillera’s crown prince. Will the public believe her as the princess as she helps him hunt his missing cousin on the Isle of Capri?
And can she win the heart of Prince Lawrence, who’s destined by custom to marry a titled lady?
Patricia Parker’s heels tapped the marble floor of the foyer as she strolled beneath sparkling chandeliers. Women wearing exotic perfumes glanced her way, too well-mannered to stare. She pretended she looked just as good in her short, black cocktail dress and rhinestones as they did in shimmering gowns and glittering diamonds.
The lights dimmed. Sounds of the orchestra playing the overture to Carmen flowed through open doors. Surprised the small country of Cordillera, nestled against the mountains bordering France, even had an opera house, she hurried past the stragglers disappearing into the main floor of the theater.
“Allysa, wait. I must speak with you.” The deep voice rippled down her spine.
A touch on her arm made her turn to face a man with light brown hair, a well-trimmed beard and a determined chin. She took in his white uniform with gold braids and buttons and the two uniformed bodyguards flanking him. Her gaze moved up past his broad chest to meet deep brown eyes with amber flecks. She gasped.
Could it be?
Even in dim light, Prince Lawrence in the flesh was even better looking than pictures she’d seen on the newsstands at the airport last night. What should she do? Bow? Curtsy? Kiss his hand? His intense look made her feel like a fragile butterfly trying to escape a determined hunter with a net.
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