About ROYAL MESS
From award-winning author Jenna Sutton comes the story of two princes who discover that falling in love is messy…
Prince Leo’s icy demeanor has earned him an amusing nickname—the Polar Prince. Unfortunately, the king doesn’t see the humor. If Leo wants to secure the throne of Alsania, he must improve his image. Participating in an organ donation campaign seems like a good start. He expects to donate his organs on his deathbed, so he’s surprised to be matched with a complete stranger who needs his help now.
Tessa Lulach hates to admit it, but she’s a damsel in distress. When a handsome prince offers to save her with a hunk of his liver, she joyfully accepts. She can’t wait to feel like herself again and return to her beloved flower shop. Instead, her identity is revealed, and the quiet life she loves is turned upside down.
As Leo and Tessa deal with the nosy public and ruthless paparazzi, she realizes the Polar Prince is much warmer than he seems—scorching hot, in fact. He willingly gave her a part of his liver, but can he give her his whole heart?
Everyone loves Prince Marco of Alsania, despite his reckless antics … or maybe because of them. So why does sexy schoolteacher Cassie Lulach prefer a boring investment banker over him? Wounded by her indifference, he has an erotic encounter with a masked woman at a royal ball who reminds him of the one he really wants.
After another failed relationship, Cassie is frustrated with immature, inconsiderate guys. Wanting to escape reality, she attends a masquerade ball and finds herself alone with a masked stranger. For the first time in her life, she acts on impulse, only to end up pregnant and absolutely clueless about the identity of her baby’s father.
When Marco learns of Cassie’s pregnancy and her plans to raise the baby alone, he promises to be there for her, hoping she’ll finally see him as more than just a playboy prince. But then he discovers she’s the woman from the masquerade ball and panics. Will the truth destroy his chance to win over Cassie, or will he convince her that they can have their own happily ever after?
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Sometimes I moaned it. Sometimes I whispered it. Sometimes I screamed it.
Yes. Every single time.
Over and over and over again.
And now—five weeks later—I wonder what the hell I was thinking.
Yes, I was feeling a little down after breaking up with Zac, but that’s not why I had sex with a masked stranger. I said yes because Wolf reminded me of Marco—his height, his build, his voice, his charm.
I should’ve said no. But I didn’t.
When Wolf asked if I wanted him to slide his hands inside my bustier, I said yes. And when he palmed my breasts and played with my nipples and asked if I wanted more, I said yes. When he propelled me toward the folly’s wall, stopping only when my nose was inches from the cold stone, and arranged my hands so they rested beside my head, I whispered yes. And when he bunched my dress in one fist and asked if he could touch me, I said yes.
When he tugged my panties to my ankles and danced his fingers down the crack of my ass and asked if I wanted more, I whispered yes. And when he rubbed my clit with his thumb and pushed three fingers inside me, making me shiver and shake against him, and asked if I was close, I screamed yes when I came.
When he asked if I had a condom, I said yes. And when he clenched his fingers into my hips and worked his thick cock into me, inch by luscious inch, and asked if it felt good, I whispered yes, even though it felt more than good. It felt amazing.
When he asked if I wanted it deeper ... harder ... faster, I moaned yes. And when he fucked me like I’ve never been fucked before, I screamed yes, yes, yes, yes.
I said yes to Wolf, pretending that Marco was touching me ... that Marco was filling me with his cock ... that Marco was making me come.
Marco, whom I saw at the party, talking to Leo and Tessa as I left the ball to wander the garden. I know it was Marco because he was wearing a jester’s mask and his usual white dinner jacket. He always wears it at formal events and always pairs it with a bright white tuxedo shirt.
I said yes because I wanted Marco, and I knew this stranger in a wolf mask was the closest I’d ever get. I knew it was wrong, but I still said yes.
I should’ve said no. I should’ve yelled no at the top of my lungs.
But I didn’t.
So here I am, almost five weeks pregnant.
About Jenna Sutton
Jenna Sutton is a former award-winning journalist who traded fact for fiction when she began writing novels. Surprisingly, the research she conducted for her articles provided a lot of inspiration for her books. She’s the author of the Riley O’Brien & Co. romances and the new Trinity Distillery series. Although Jenna calls Texas home, more often than not, she’s somewhere else. Her love’s job takes him all over the country, and she tags along, just like a groupie follows her favorite band.
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