The Tailor has been
tasked to find the princess...
Upon decree from his
king, Sebastian, Tailor to the entire kingdom of Dormiraa, embarks on the
mission to fetch the Princess Thalia home, her seven year Royal Tour over. He
didn't expect to find her working with clockwork and gears, encased within a
coffin of glass. He did not expect the sight of her wild black hair to set his
heart to pound, or the flash of her dark eyes would heat his blood. He did not
expect he would want her so badly, not when he could never have her.
The princess must become
the Queen...
Thalia has always known
she must return to the capital to prepare for the throne. She did not expect
her father to send the Tailor to fetch her, or that this man with his
extravagant clothes and subtle cosmetics would intrigue her so well. There was
something about him, something that spoke of danger and secrets, even as his
wicked mouth and knowing eyes made her yearn.
However, not everyone
desires the princess's return. When they are attacked, they can only turn to
each other. Will they overcome status and secrets to discover a love for all
time?
Fantasy Romance
Coming soon
Excerpt:
The
discordant note of a missed strike rose from the coffin, followed by a terse
mutter. By the Maiden, was the princess cursing?
A sudden,
terrible thought occurred. Was it the princess? Surely she wouldn’t curse as if
she was a dockworker Maybe his source had lied about the gear worker being the
lost princess. Maybe this wasn’t her at all, and he would spend another three
months trying to find the erstwhile royal.
No. If it killed him, this would be her. He was not
going to waste any more time on this.
So decided,
he intoned, “Princess,” in the clear, strong voice he used to quell
conversation.
The woman in
the coffin—the princess,
damn his eyes—started, and a loud clang split the air, immediately followed by
one of those deliciously vulgar curses. Pulling out of the coffin, she glared
at him.
His breath
strangled in his throat. Heat stormed through him, his cock hardening in his too-thin
breeches.
Thrice-damned
god, but she was arresting.
Wild ebony
hair escaped from the band holding it back while furious black eyes pilloried
him, full lips pursed in displeasure. Her worker’s clothes revealed more of her
form than they should, the homespun shirt opened to the middle of her breast
bone. The undyed fabric seemed too rough for such fine skin, the dull off-white
hue a contrast with her dusky flesh. The brown leather harness of her trade
nipped in her waist and cupped her breasts, while trousers outlined full hips
and long legs, the latter encased in knee-high boots of soft brown leather
capped with steel.
Quite
insanely, he wanted to taste the damp skin revealed by her shirt.
“What do you
think you’re doing?” she demanded.
She had to
be the princess. Only royalty could deal such a stare.
“Doing?” he
said.
She folded
her arms beneath her breasts. He tried not to notice how her action plumped her
flesh deliciously through the leather. “Do not come into a workroom and startle
a gear worker, especially if she’s wielding tools that could harm her, the
object she works on, and your fat head once she recovers herself.”
“My
apologies, Princess.” He offered his most charming smile and ignored how the
darkening of her scowl made him harder. “I am the tailor, and I have been sent
to fetch you home.”
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About Cassandra :
Cassandra Dean is a best-selling,
multi-published author of historical and fantasy romance. Her latest novel,
SILK & SCORN, is part of her popular Silk Series, featuring Victorian Era
lawyers and their happily ever after. Her next novel, SLUMBER, will be
available soon from Decadent Publishing’s Beyond Fairytales, and features
Cassandra’s take on Sleeping Beauty.
Cassandra is proud to call South
Australia her home, where she regularly cheers on her AFL football team and
creates her next tale.
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