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His Temporary Cinderella: Ordinary Girl in a Tiara / Kiss the Bridesmaid / A Bravo Homecoming
Cara Colter
Christine Rimmer
Jessica Hart
Ordinary Girl in a TiaraWhen Caro Cartwright posed as a crown prince’s girlfriend, she never expected to fall for him! Philippe is impossibly handsome, but however hot their chemistry Caro has got to remember that ordinary girls don’t become princesses. Do they?Kiss the BridesmaidTycoon Ethan Ballard needed to be married to buy a new house – so when he met cynical bridesmaid Samantha, he knew he’d found the perfect temporary wife. Except once he had the keys he couldn’t help picturing Samantha at home… with him.A Bravo HomecomingBusinessman Travis Bravo decided a fake fiancée was the best way to stop his family’s incessant matchmaking – and his friend Samantha Jaworski couldn’t be more perfect for the job. But falling for the beautiful tomboy wasn’t part of the plan!
His Temporary Cinderella
Ordinary Girl in a Tiara
Jessica Hart
Kiss the Bridesmaid
Cara Colter
A Bravo Homecoming
Christine Rimmer
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Table of Contents
Cover (#u3439c96f-098c-54bf-b1a6-727b7acf94ec)
Title Page (#ufe65c7b9-581e-5741-8bd3-a846077f4ba9)
Ordinary Girl in a Tiara (#ulink_bb7ce927-6e66-52d2-9778-897481d17845)
About the Author (#uaa490788-79de-5604-9c31-e628ef943f24)
CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_fb5c9e6c-9fd1-5329-a844-5fc37adbf0d6)
CHAPTER TWO (#ulink_67daac65-02fb-506e-ad5a-ddd178940457)
CHAPTER THREE (#ulink_6a3bddb2-1a62-5317-a6de-875159cdb217)
CHAPTER FOUR (#ulink_34cc9157-a876-59d4-b6f7-b1ecf59790cf)
CHAPTER FIVE (#ulink_f286ad78-52d5-5abd-b232-f71d446a7cd5)
CHAPTER SIX (#ulink_70214054-6435-58a3-bbe6-b5aac0a31d1f)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)
Kiss the Bridesmaid (#litres_trial_promo)
Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)
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CHAPTER THREE (#litres_trial_promo)
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CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)
A Bravo Homecoming (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
Ordinary Girl in a Tiara (#ulink_afb99840-f44b-527b-bb73-23e661fb4cd0)
Jessica Hart
JESSICA HART was born in West Africa, and has suffered from itchy feet ever since—travelling and working around the world in a wide variety of interesting but very lowly jobs, all of which have provided inspiration on which to draw when it comes to the settings and plots of her stories. Now she lives a rather more settled existence in York, where she has been able to pursue her interest in history, although she still yearns sometimes for wider horizons. If you’d like to know more about Jessica, visit her website: www.jessicahart.co.uk (http://www.jessicahart.co.uk).
CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_6053aa2d-fd81-5ca7-8b03-0a06234d7405)
To: caro.cartwright@u2.com
From: charlotte@palaisdemontvivennes.net
Subject: Internet dating
Dear Caro
What a shame about the deli folding. I know you loved that job. You must be really fed up, but your email about the personality test on that internet dating site really made me laugh—good to know you haven’t lost your sense of humour in spite of everything that skunk George did to you! All I can say is that compared to Grandmère’s matchmaking schemes, internet dating sounds the way to go. Perhaps we should swap lives??!
Lotty
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To: charlotte@palaisdemontvivennes.net
From: caro.cartwright@u2.com
Subject: Swapping places
What a brilliant idea, Lotty! My life is a giddy whirl at the moment, what with temping at a local insurance company and trying to write profile for new dating site (personality test results too depressing on other one) but if you’d like to try it, you’re more than welcome! Of course, living your life would be tough for me—living in a palace, having (admittedly terrifying) grandmother introducing me to suitable princes and so on—but for you, Lotty, anything! Just let me know where and when and I’ll have a stab at being a princess for a change … ooh, that’s just given me an idea for my new profile. Who says fantasy isn’t good for you???
Yours unregally
Caro XXX
PRINCESS SEEKS FROG: Curvaceous, fun-loving brunette, 28, looking for that special guy for good times out and in.
‘What do you think?’ Caro read out her opening line to Stella, who was lying on the sofa and flicking through a copy of Glitz.
Stella looked up from the magazine, her expression dubious. ‘It doesn’t make sense. Princess seeks frog? What’s that supposed to mean?’
‘It means I’m looking for an ordinary guy, not a Prince Charming in disguise. I thought it was obvious,’ said Caro, disappointed.
‘No ordinary guy would ever work that out, I can tell you that much,’ said Stella. She went back to flicking. ‘You don’t want to be cryptic or clever. Men hate that.’
‘It’s all so difficult.’ Caro deleted the offending words on the screen, and chewed her bottom lip. ‘What about the curvaceous bit? I’m worried it might make me sound fat, but there’s not much point in meeting someone who’s looking for a slender goddess, is there? He’d just run away screaming the moment he laid eyes on me. Besides, I want to be honest.’
‘If you’re going to be honest, you’d better take out “fun-loving”,’ Stella offered. ‘It makes it sound as if you’re up for anything.’
‘That’s the whole point. I’m changing. Being sensible didn’t get me anywhere with George, so I’m going to be a good time girl from now on.’
She would be like Melanie, all giggles and low cut tops and flirty looks. Melanie, who had sashayed into George’s office and knocked Caro’s steady, sensible fiancé off his feet.
‘I can’t say what I’m really like or no one will want to go out with me,’ she added glumly.
‘Rubbish,’ said Stella. ‘Say you’re kind and generous and a brilliant cook—that would be honest.’
‘Guys don’t want kind, even if they say they do,’ Caro said bitterly, remembering George. ‘They want sexy and fun-loving.’
‘Hmm, well, if you want to be sexy, you’d better do something about your clothes,’ said Stella, lowering Glitz so that she could inspect her friend’s outfit with a critical eye. ‘I know you’re into the vintage look, but a crochet top?’
‘It’s an original from the Seventies.’
‘And it was vile then, too.’
Caro made a face at her. With the top she was wearing a tartan miniskirt from the nine-teen-sixties and bright red pumps. She was the first to admit that she couldn’t always carry off the vintage look successfully, but she had been pleased with this particular outfit until Stella had started shaking her head.
Still, there was no point in arguing. She went back to her profile. ‘OK, what about Keen cook seeks fellow foodie?’
‘You’ll just get some guy who wants to tie you to the stove and expect you to have his dinner ready the moment he comes through the door. You’ve already done that for George, and look where that got you.’ Stella caught the flash of pain on her friend’s face and her voice softened. ‘I know how miserable you’ve been, Caro, but honestly, you’re well out of it. George wasn’t the right man for you.’
‘I know.’ Caro caught herself sighing and squared her shoulders. ‘It’s OK, Stella. I’m fine now. I’m moving on, aren’t I?’
Pressing the backspace key with one finger, she deleted the last sentence. ‘It’s just so depressing having to sign up to these online dating sites. I don’t remember it being this hard before. It’s like in the five years I was with George, all the single men round here have disappeared into some kind of Bermuda Triangle!’
‘Yeah, it’s called marriage,’ said Stella. She picked up Glitz again and flicked through in search of the page she wanted. ‘I don’t know why you’re looking in Ellerby, though. Why don’t you get your friend Lotty to introduce you to some rich, glamorous men who eat in Michelin starred restaurants all the time?’
Caro laughed, remembering Lotty’s email. ‘I wish! But poor Lotty never gets within spitting distance of an interesting man either. You’d think, being a princess, she’d have a fantastically glamorous time, but her grandmother totally runs her life. Apparently she’s trying to fix Lotty up with someone “suitable” right now.’ Caro hooked her fingers in the air to emphasise the inverted commas. ‘I mean, who wants a man your grandmother approves of? I think I’d rather stick with internet dating!’
‘I wouldn’t mind if he was anything like the guy Lotty’s going out with at the moment,’ said Stella. ‘I saw a picture of them just a second ago. If he was her grandmother’s choice, I’d say she’s got good taste and she can fix me up any time!’
‘Lotty’s actually going out with someone?’ Caro swivelled round from the computer and stared at Stella. ‘She didn’t say that! Who is he?’
‘Give me a sec. I’m trying to find that photo of her.’ When the flicking failed, Stella licked her finger and tried turning the pages one by one. ‘I can never get over you being friends with a real princess. I wish I’d been to a posh school like yours.’
‘You wouldn’t have liked it. It was fine if you had a title and your own pony and lots of blonde hair to toss around, but if you were only there because your mum was a teacher and your dad the handyman, they didn’t want to know.’
‘Lotty wanted to know you,’ Stella pointed out, still searching.
‘Lotty was different. We started on the same day and we were both the odd ones out, so we stuck together. We were both fat and spotty and had braces, and poor Lotty had a stammer too.’
‘She’s not fat and spotty now,’ said Stella. ‘She looked lovely in that picture … ah, here it is!’
