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  The Virgin's Playboy Prince

  Kim Loraine

  Copyright © 2018 by Kim Loraine

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  Edited by Wendy Kassler

  Proofread by Allison Literary Services

  Dear reader,

  I don’t know about you, but I followed the royal wedding like crazy. I love a good fairytale and nothing says Once Upon A Time better than a handsome prince.

  I hope you love this swoony, steamy, and sweet series of novellas following the royal family of my fictional country, Corline.

  Take a break, put your feet up, and let these royals give you the Happily Ever After you’ve been dreaming of.

  xoxo,

  Kim

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Epilogue

  Epilogue 2

  Also by Kim Loraine

  Acknowledgments

  Sneak Peek

  Chapter 1

  Sneak Peek

  Chapter 1

  Sneak Peek

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 1

  Ryder

  “This is your duty to your country. Make the best of it.” I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror and repeat the words again. All my life I’ve known my parents arranged for me to marry Charlotte Montblanc, princess of Lewain, but today is the day my father announces our engagement to the public. I’d come to terms with it long ago. As heir to the throne of Corline, this is simply a political move. Our two countries will be allied by marriage. Trade strengthened, defenses built for both, and a lasting bond built by blood. The only problem? Princess Charlotte is nowhere to be found. She’s jilted me. I shouldn’t be hurt, it’s not a marriage for love, but I’d hoped we’d both grow to love each other as we built our life.

  Instead of the future I’d planned for, I’m heading downstairs to meet my future bride. Charlotte’s little sister, Gemma. The only thing I know about this girl is that she’s barely twenty-one, and the last conversation I had with her was when she was a teen and in braces. She’s too young, too innocent about the world, and not suited to be a future queen.

  My phone buzzes in my pocket, prompting me to tear my focus from what was supposed to be. My sister, Waverly’s name flashes on the screen.

  Are you okay?

  Am I? I don’t think so. Now, instead of marrying a woman I’ve known for years, I’m about to give my grandmother’s engagement ring to a practical stranger.

  A slight knock on the door has me fighting a sigh. “I’ll be there in a moment,” I call.

  “Come on, Ry, let me in. I know you’re just brooding.” My sister’s voice is sweet and teasing. Waverly understands. She’s been there through it all.

  “Go tell Mum I’ll be down in a second. I’m just straightening my tie.”

  “The Montblancs are here. Gemma looks beautiful.”

  Of course she does. The Montblanc women are all lovely. “That doesn’t matter. I’m not doing this to have a pretty bit of arm candy. I need a queen. You know what the doctor’s said. Father has less than a year left. I have to be settled, and this alliance needs to be forged before anyone hears Father is sick.”

  A soft click gives me warning that Waverly has popped the lock on the door, and before I can stop her, she’s right there in front of me. “Don’t be…how you are being. Gemma is sweet, but I don’t think she’s too pleased about this arrangement. If she thinks you don’t care, she might run too.”

  That makes my stomach twist. My reputation won’t recover from another abandonment by a potential bride. “Fine. I’ll be on my best behavior.”

  She sighs and reaches up to fix my tie. “Come on, then. You’re the guest of honor. We can’t keep them waiting any longer.”

  My sister takes my arm and gives me a slight squeeze. I can’t help but smile. “Is that a new tiara?”

  “Don’t change the subject. It’s not every day you get engaged.” She lifts her chin and tugs me toward the stairs. “Now, buck up, Prince Ryder. Your future princess awaits.”

  “If only I actually knew her.”

  She giggles. “You have the rest of your life. Isn’t that how they used to do this sort of thing in the middle ages?”

  “I had hoped we’d grown a small amount as a society since then.”

  “I do need to tell you something about her.”

  “What is it? Please don’t tell me she never grew out of her awkward phase.”

  A soft laugh tells me I’m ridiculous. “She sort of…hates you.”

  “What? Why?”

  Waverly cocks an eyebrow. “You don’t have the best reputation, Ry.” Then she pulls out her phone and swipes her finger across the screen a few times before holding the device out to me. “Playboy Prince Parties All-Night. Prince Ryder’s Summer Fling Tells All. Shall I go on?”

  I wince. “That’s not me, and you know it.”

  “I know it was all Kingston’s doing, but you also know he’s a lord, not a prince. You’ll always make the headlines if you’re there.”

  “So she hates me because of tabloids?”

  “Apparently, when Charlotte left, she cited your unfaithful behavior as the reason. Wrong or not, Gemma blames you.”

  “Well, then, I’ll just have to win her over.”

  As we descend the stairs, the footman scrambles to announce us to the room below. I can’t stop my smirk. Catching them off guard is one of my favorite pastimes.

  “Her Royal Highness, Waverly Antonia Yvette Harrington, Princess of Corline and His Royal Highness, Frederick George Ryder Harrington VI, Prince of Corline.”

  I nearly choke when the crowd parts, and I see her. Gemma has grown into a true beauty. She’s even more stunning than her sister. How had I missed her all this time? Her family stands in the ballroom alongside my parents and my youngest sister Alina. Each of them, save my eighteen-year old sister, hold a glass of champagne in their hands.

  I can’t fight my smile as I approach. Maybe marrying Gemma won’t be as awkward as I thought. There’s no denying my future wife is gorgeous. Her emerald green gown hugs her in all the right places and sets off her copper tresses. But then there’s that perfectly shaped mouth of hers, pressed into a tight line, eyes cast down, and cheeks a soft pink.

  I bow to each of them and offer my show of respect, but I want to look at Gemma.

  “Your Highness,” Gemma’s father says, offering me a smile before pushing his daughter toward me. “Gemma, darling, say hello.”

  Gemma dips into a curtsey. “Your Highness,” she says, disdain in her tone.

  I take her hand. “Come now. Is that any way to greet the man you’re planning to share your life with?”

  She stares me down, daggers in her gaze, but offers a bright smile and turns her cheek for me to kiss. Her skin is soft and warm and smells like roses. Nerves grip me at the thought of her anger, however misplaced. Stepping back, I take an offered glass of champagne and down half of it in one go.

  “Son, now’s as good a time as any.” My father, King of Corline claps me on the shoulder and hands me a velvet box before leaning in and whispering, “Get it done. We need a wedding in the next six months.”
r />   “I don’t know the girl. Can’t we have at least a few moments to—”

  “We’ve been over this; there is no future with you as king without you toeing the line here. We need you to marry into her family. You’ll ask her, or I will simply make the announcement.” He grips my shoulder hard. “Unless you’d like to see our kingdom at risk because her father decides to join forces with a different nation.”

  No way. I am not sacrificing my country’s security because of my need to have a wife who likes me. “Fine.” I grab the ring and take a deep breath. Making my way back to Gemma, I drop to one knee and ignore the nervous churning in my gut. The crowd goes absolutely silent and my bride-to-be stares wide-eyed.“My darling, Gemma. Will you do me the honor of joining me in service to king and country as my wife?” Romantic? No. But that’s not what this is about.

  Her mother gasps as I pull out the five-carat, canary diamond ring and slide it onto Gemma’s finger.

  Gemma cuts a glance at her mother, who nods emphatically. Then she pulls her hand from mine. “I will.”

  “Lovely,” my mother says, taking a sip of her champagne. “We’ll release an official announcement in the morning. Gemma, darling, best get your engagement party gown choices to me by Friday at the latest. I’ll need to approve before you appear in any official photos.”

  I doubt my mother sees it, but a flicker of worry lights in Gemma’s eyes. “Yes, ma’am,” she replies. In all honesty, new fiancée looks a little green.

  “Excuse us, please. I need a few moments to celebrate with my bride-to-be.” I hold out my hand, and Gemma fits hers into mine. “Shall we?” I ask, pulling her away from the audience.

  I don’t stop until the two of us are outside, standing in the garden bathed in moonlight. There’s a bone deep chill in the air, and I immediately realize my mistake. Gemma shivers in her strapless silk. “Here,” I say, shrugging out of my tuxedo jacket and draping it over her shoulders.

  “Thank you.”

  “There’s no reason you should freeze.”

  She cocks an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t think you’d care. You certainly didn’t show my sister any respect.”

  “What? I think you’ve got this wrong. Charlotte left me, remember? Why are you painting me as the bad guy here?”

  “If the shoe fits.”

  “And you know everything about me?

  “I know what my sister has told me. The things your conquests call you behind your back.”

  I laugh. “Oh, I’m sure I’ve heard it all.”

  “Five-inch Freddy.”

  That stops my laughter. “What?”

  She shrugs. “I’m only repeating what you already know, aren’t I?”

  “Where did you hear that?” I swear, I’ll kill whoever has been spreading that moniker. “It’s completely untrue.”

  “Hmm, you seem very determined to make that clear. You know what they say about protesting too much.”

  “I do not have a small—”

  “I don’t want to know.” She tuts and walks away, pulling the jacket tighter across her body.

  I chase after her, not wanting to let her get the last word. “Well, that’s going to be pretty damned hard considering you’re about to be my wife.”

  Eyebrow cocked, she turns on me. “No. I’ll marry you, but it’ll be for show only. You won’t have my body, or my heart.”

  “And what if I want you to give me more than a facade? What if I need an heir?”

  She settles on the bench near the mouth of the rose garden. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Although, I’m sure you’ve got a few bastards running around by now. Arranged marriages only end with love in romance novels, your Highness.”

  “So, it will all be an act?”

  “Yes. I’ll never love you, so don’t plan on that, and I doubt you’re capable of loving one woman anyway.”

  “Fine, but my mother will expect more effort on our part. We’ll have to put on a show for the paparazzi and for those at court.”

  She tosses back her head and laughs, the rich sound sending a rush of something I’d never expected to feel straight through me. “I think you put on enough of a show already, don’t you? What was it last week? A suspected harem, I believe.”

  My chest burns. I’d seen that headline too. Damn Kingston and his parties, but it’s hopeless to try and convince her I wasn’t involved in any of that debauchery. “Fine, let’s go prove how deliriously in love we are.”

  “I hope you’re a good liar.”

  Chapter 2

  Gemma

  “And how about you, Gemma? Are you as good a liar as your sister?” Anger burns in his gaze.

  “Charlotte isn’t a liar. She wanted more than a life as nothing more than the facade of a perfect marriage. She left you because of your playboy lifestyle and the disrespectful way you treated her.”

  “That’s what she told you?” Even angry, he’s the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. Any woman would give her right hand to be his wife. He’s a prince for pity’s sake. But my sister said long ago, she’d never be trapped in a loveless marriage like our parents. If only the king and queen hadn’t set their sights on our family for their only son.

  “Let’s get one thing clear. I want to be able to live my life how I choose after we’re married. If my husband isn’t going to love me, I want to be free to find that love elsewhere, without any interference.”

  His brow furrows, those perfect lips of his turning down into a frown. “How do you know I won’t love you…eventually?”

  I laugh out loud. “You don’t love anyone but yourself.”

  “That’s completely untrue.” His words are tight. I’ve hurt him.

  “Well, tonight you love me, at least for everyone at this infernal dinner. Do try to pretend I’m not driving you to drink.” He pulls me into his arms and drops a kiss on the top of my head, making me suck in a sharp breath. “What are you—”

  “Hush. We’ve got an audience.”

  I flick my gaze across the garden path to the bank of windows. Sure enough, there’s a crowd gathered, curious eyes on the newly engaged royal couple. I can’t deny he smells amazing. The problem with Ryder is there’s absolutely nothing wrong with him. He’s exactly what I should want. Except he doesn’t love me.

  “Kiss me,” he whispers.

  “What?”

  “They’re watching. We just got engaged. Kiss me.”

  I turn up my face and expect a soft brush of lips. Instead, I get a powerful kiss that has my knees going weak and my heart fluttering. Prince Ryder kisses better than I ever imagined. But I have no basis for comparison. Ryder doesn’t know it yet, but he’s giving me my first kiss here in the palace garden.

  When he breaks away, he stares down at me with a grin on his face. “Maybe we should draw this out for a while. That kiss wasn’t as bad as I expected.”

  Stepping back, I frown. “You’re an asshole.”

  The crowd dispersed, no doubt uncomfortable with the display of affection. “I’m just telling the truth.”

  “So am I.” I cross my arms over my chest and take a long breath.

  “Ah, there she is. The ice princess your sister talked about.” He turns away and begins striding toward the palace. “Come on, then, princess. I suppose we should make a show of our blissful union tonight.”

  “And after that?”

  He looks over his shoulder. “We see each other as little as possible until our wedding. No good the two of us killing each other before we’re married. That wouldn’t do any good for either of our kingdoms.”

  “True, but imagine the tears of all your conquests when they find out you’re gone.”

  “Ah, that’s where you’re wrong. The tears will come when you take me off the market.” He crooks his arm and I take it, pretending I don’t like the feel of his body next to mine. “Until we’re free, we play nice. After this blasted dinner obligation, we’ll have precious little time apart. We’ll be thrown together every day, an
d you’ll have to pretend you like me until Mother gets her wedding.”

  “I’m sure she’ll want a Christmas wedding. I could see her counting the days as soon as you proposed.”

  “All right, then. The announcement will go out in the morning. We’ll have to sit for an official engagement photo, then the party, all within a few weeks. Before we know it, we’ll be married and living separate lives ”

  “How romantic.” Frustration rolls through me.

  “Well, you could always fall in love with me.”

  “Unlikely.”

  “Are you so certain?”

  I laugh out loud. “Ryder, I saw you naked and making out with some American socialite online.”

  He cocks a brow. ”Stalking me online? Did you like what you saw?”

  Yes. Yes I did. “No. I was disgusted.” It’s not like I can tell him I think he’s hot. “Maybe it’s you who needs to be careful not to fall in love with me.”

  His mouth opens, eyes widen, and he’s about to say something, I know it…

  “Your Highness,” a deep voice calls from the palace. “Dinner is served.”

  “I’m not as awful as you make me out to be, Gemma. I promise.”

  He steps closer to me, his scent making me lightheaded. I want to push him away, but thoughts of his mouth on mine, the tingle that rushed across my entire body, the ache between my thighs, all hit me at once. Would it be so bad to be his princess if I could have him making me feel that way?

  “We could always make this more fun. Take advantage of our marital status…”

  And just like that, the fantasy crumbles. Ryder is a playboy. He’s not the kind of man I want, and I need to remember that. No matter how perfectly I fit against him.