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The Prince's Stolen Virgin
Maisey Yates
Awakened by his kiss…Ordinary Briar Harcourt is horrified to discover her life is a lie – she is in fact a long-lost princess, sent into hiding to escape a forced marriage to a brutal king. But now his son, Prince Felipe, has found Briar and is determined to claim her as his bride!Marriage to Briar will give Felipe the power he was born for: her compliance is non-negotiable. But his searing, uncontrollable desire for her is unexpected…and he’ll use all his formidable charisma to seduce her into surrender!Book 2 in the Once Upon a Seduction… trilogy
Awakened by his kiss...
Ordinary Briar Harcourt is horrified to discover her life is a lie—she is in fact a long-lost princess, sent into hiding to escape a forced marriage to a brutal king. But now his son, Prince Felipe, has found Briar and is determined to claim her as his bride!
Marriage to Briar will give Felipe the power he was born for: her compliance is nonnegotiable. But his searing, uncontrollable desire for her is unexpected...and he’ll use all his formidable charisma to seduce her into surrender!
“I just have to marry a monster.”
“There is that,” Felipe said, looking completely unfazed by the insult. “What sort of monster do you suppose I am, Princess?”
Briar couldn’t tell if he was asking the question with sincerity. She wasn’t sure she cared. But as she looked at him a picture began to form in her mind. His eyes were gold, glinting with heat and the possibility of a kind of cruelty she didn’t want to test. There was something sharp about him, whip-smart and deadly.
“A dragon. Clearly,” she said, not entirely sure why she had provided him with the answer.
“I suppose that makes you the damsel in distress,” he said.
“I’d like to think it makes me the knight.”
“Sorry, darling,” he said. “I kissed you awake not eight hours ago. That makes you the damsel.”
“If we’re going on fairy tales then that should make you Prince Charming, not the dragon.”
He chuckled. “Sadly this is real life, not a fairy tale. And very often the prince can be both.”
Three innocents encounter forbidden temptation in this enticing new fairy-tale trilogy by New York Times bestselling author Maisey Yates...
Once Upon a Seduction… (#u8bc81575-8f4f-51aa-8d90-18adc4777811)
Belle, Briar and Charlotte have lived sheltered lives, far from temptation—but three billionaires are determined to claim them!
Belle has traded herself for her father’s freedom—but the dark-hearted prince keeping her prisoner threatens to unleash an unknown sensuality...
Meanwhile Briar awakens to find herself abducted by Prince Felipe—who blackmails her into becoming his royal bride...
And Charlotte is reunited with the billionaire who once climbed a tower to steal her innocence—and Rafe is about to discover the secret consequences!
Find out if these young women can tame their powerful men—and have their happily-ever-after!
The Prince’s Captive Virgin
June 2017
The Prince’s Stolen Virgin
August 2017
The Italian’s Pregnant Prisoner
October 2017
The Prince’s Stolen Virgin
Maisey Yates
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
MAISEY YATES is a New York Times bestselling author of more than fifty romance novels. She has a coffee habit she has no interest in kicking, and a slight Pinterest addiction. She lives with her husband and children in the Pacific Northwest. When Maisey isn’t writing she can be found singing in the grocery store, shopping for shoes online and probably not doing dishes. Check out her website: maiseyyates.com (http://www.maiseyyates.com/).
Books by Maisey Yates
Mills & Boon Modern Romance
Carides’s Forgotten Wife
Bound to the Warrior King
His Diamond of Convenience
To Defy a Sheikh
One Night to Risk It All
Once Upon a Seduction...
The Prince’s Captive Virgin
The Billionaire’s Legacy
The Last Di Sione Claims His Prize
Heirs Before Vows
The Spaniard’s Pregnant Bride
The Prince’s Pregnant Mistress
The Italian’s Pregnant Virgin
One Night With Consequences
The Greek’s Nine-Month Redemption
Married for Amari’s Heir
Princes of Petras
A Christmas Vow of Seduction
The Queen’s New Year Secret
Visit the Author Profile page
at millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk/) for more titles.
For my mom and dad, who read to me always, and made me fall in love with books—most especially fairy tales—from the beginning.
My favorite stories always ended with “they lived happily ever after.” And they still do.
Contents
Cover (#u90bc72f8-3b4f-5552-a8b1-b72844e5d3c4)
Back Cover Text (#u7dcef771-d715-5081-8638-cb0fecbf818e)
Introduction (#u34cac0b8-53ae-5b08-8696-81cd2fecea77)
Once Upon a Seduction… (#u330c6dd4-7252-51a6-a636-03da691dd5b1)
Title Page (#u99a1dddd-38fe-5f9b-8f73-a03a3256dc81)
About the Author (#uf6cb3482-12d3-5355-896c-3d3f57ab2bcc)
Dedication (#uafd3dc5f-0685-5046-a1a8-407f82abdbff)
CHAPTER ONE (#ua00a7c83-60c0-5b76-8ebd-7d6c1955d5a9)
CHAPTER TWO (#u6c4416d0-0b27-50b7-a7d9-14e91b4fa471)
CHAPTER THREE (#u606e8a38-90a8-59a8-ae32-9d68f28ebc5e)
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CHAPTER ONE (#u8bc81575-8f4f-51aa-8d90-18adc4777811)
Once upon a time...
BRIAR HARCOURT MOVED quickly down the street, wrapping her long wool coat more tightly around her as the autumn breeze blew down Madison Avenue and seemed to whip straight on through to her bones.
It was an unseasonably cold fall, not that she minded. She loved the city this time of year. But there was always a strange sense of loss and nostalgia that mixed with the crisp air, and it was difficult for her to figure out what it was.
It would hover there, on the edges of her consciousness, for just a moment. Then it would slip away, like a leaf on the wind.
It was something to do with her life before she’d come to New York; she knew that. But she’d only been three when she’d been adopted by her parents, and she didn’t remember her life before them. Not really. It was all impressions. Smells. Feelings. And a strange ache that settled low in her stomach.
Strange, because she loved her parents. And she loved her city. There shouldn’t be an ache. You couldn’t miss something you didn’t even remember.
And yet, sometimes, she did.
Briar paused for a moment, a strange prickling sensation crawling up the back of her neck. It wasn’t the cold. She was wearing a scarf. And anyway, it felt different. Different than anything she had ever experienced before.
She paused then turned around. The crowd behind her parted for a moment and she saw a man standing there. She knew, immediately, that he was the reason for the prickling sensation. He was looking at her. And when he saw that she was looking back, a slow smile spread over his face.
And it was like the sun had come out from behind the clouds.
He was beautiful. She could see that from here. Dark hair pushed back from his forehead, making him look carelessly windswept. There was dark stubble on his jaw, and something in his expression, in his eyes, that suggested he was privy to a host of secrets she could never hope to uncover.
He was... Well, he was a man. Nothing like the boys that she had been exposed to either at school or at various functions put on by her parents. Christmas parties at their town house, summer gatherings in the Hamptons.
He wouldn’t stumble around, bragging about conquests or his beer pong score. No, never. Of course, she also wouldn’t be allowed to talk to him.
To say that Dr. Robert Harcourt and his wife, Nell, were old-fashioned was an understatement. But then, she was their only child, and she had come to them late in life. Not only were they part of a different generation than many of her friends’ parents, they had always made it very clear that she was precious to them. An unexpected gift they had never hoped to receive.
That always made her smile. It made the ache go away.
It didn’t feel like a chore to do the best she could for them. To do her best to be a testament to all they’d put into raising her. She had always done her very best to make sure they were happy they’d made that decision. She’d tried—so very hard—to be the best she could be. To be perfect.
She had done her deportment lessons and her etiquette. Had done the debutante balls—even though it hadn’t appealed to her at all. She had gone to school close to home, had spent every weekend back with her parents so they wouldn’t worry. She’d never even considered rebelling. How could you rebel against people who had chosen you?
Except, right now, she felt a little bit like disregarding their concern. Like moving toward that man, who was still looking at her with those wicked eyes.
She blinked, and just as suddenly as he had appeared he was gone. Melted back into the crowd of black and gray coats. She felt an unaccountable sense of loss. A feeling that she had just missed something important. Something extraordinary.
You wouldn’t know if it could have been extraordinary. You’ve never even kissed a man.
