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Valentine’s Day has come and gone, but that doesn’t cool our ardor for great romance novels.
Erica Ridley returns to her Wild Wynchesters series withNobody’s Princess,coming to shelves July 26.
But his target isn’t royal, nor is she a damsel in distress.
She’s in London on a mission to prove she needs no help from a man.
Check out the cover and read the excerpt below.
It didn’t take long to feel energy coursing through her blood.
When she moved the curtain aside, movement caught her eye below.
Nor did he look like a gentleman.
His black curls were rumpled as though he had freshly risen from bed.
Just delicious, decadent dishabille.
He glanced up and caught her staring at him with hunger.
Kuni’s face flamed with heat in mortification.
She forgot all about her embarrassment and tapped her chest with eagerness instead.
He was going to train!
And he wanted her to join him!
She dropped the curtain and hurried to her trunk.
All her clothes were still folded neatly inside.
She would not be placing them in the provided wardrobe.
If a guard needed to leave quickly, there was no time to waste packing up luggage.
Besides, she knew exactly where everything was.
She reached for her outdoor training dress.
Upon sight of her, he started to rise to his feet.
Kuni motioned for him to continue.
She was more than familiar with press-up exercises.
His eyes widened in obvious surprise.
You thought the English were the only ones who know how to exercise their muscles in this way?"
“Every person in my household hasseenme do this.
You’re the first to do itwithme.”
She pressed up in silence, inordinately proud of her years of training and the strength of her body.
She could do over a hundred now without a respite.
She knew what came next in Balcovia.
After strength-building was hand-to-hand combat.
She placed her hand in his, gripping tight, then yanked her elbow backward.
Graham’s body jerked toward her in surprise, which was all Kuni needed.
She used his forward momentum to tumble him past her and onto the ground on his back.
“Was hand-to-hand combat not the next step in your routine?”
“That’s how we do it in Balcovia.”
“I adore Balcovia.”
Graham’s lips were close enough to kiss, not that she would do any such thing.
It was enough that her body pressed its full weight scandalously against him.
Her bosom to his waistcoat-less chest, her hips to his, their thighs mashed together.
She should probably roll off and set him free.
Her limbs were frozen in place.
All right, all right, her limbs were anything but frozen.Molten.Her limbs were molten.
Her body had melted against him, molded itself to him, melded them into one.
She wasn’t even conscious of the weight of her limbs anymore.
He was the life raft supporting her amidst an ocean of green grass and frothy flowers.
Perhaps it was more that shewantedto taste a little of this danger.
Graham had invited herontothe battlefield, where she had promptly engaged him in battle.
Now it was his body pressing into hers.
Wide shoulders, slender hips, muscular thighs and perhaps a hint of mutual interest pulsing between them.
A proper miss would be shocked right into a swoon.
It was a good thing Kuni wasn’t the least bit proper.
She had not onlystartedthis, she intended to savor every second of it.
