Only a royal wedding Bitter life lessons have taught Crown Prince Maksim Yurkovich that duty must come before desire. His country needs an heir, so when he. Maks can't resist spending one last night in her bed. can avert this royal scandal! Now he faces the biggest diplomatic crisis of his life. Read One Night Heir by Lucy Monroe for free with a 30 day free trial. Read unlimited* books and audiobooks on the web, iPad, iPhone and Android.
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She needed Maks to put her first, to treat her like she mattered and he did that. It implied that Nana would be having a talk with Maks.
Gillian sighed. The man would have to be strong enough to withstand a talking-to, or ten, if they were going to be married. Smiling, Gillian rushed to answer the door summons. Her gaze fell on the manila envelope with the results from her latest physical. She chose to see it as proof of affection he never gave voice to.
Maks looked serious and devastatingly attractive in his black Armani suit as Gillian pulled the door open. She smiled up at all six-feet-four-inches of muscular male towering confidently in her doorway. You are no ordinary woman, Gillian Harris. She stepped back to let him in. She grinned up at him.
She returned the kiss, letting her mouth open just slightly because she liked the feel of their breath mingling. He made an inarticulate sound and deepened the kiss, pulling her body flush to his as he maneuvered them back into her apartment. As so often happened when the kissed, time stopped moving for her and the only thing her consciousness registered was the feel of his lips on hers and his hard body so close. When he pulled back, they were both breathing a little heavily. His dark gaze fell to the manila envelope by the door.
At twenty-six, she was young. She lived a healthy lifestyle and showed no signs of illness. Nana would chastise her nonetheless. It was a good thing the older woman was in Las Vegas. She nodded and led the way into the living room.
Gillian poured Maks two fingers in a rock glass, no ice, and handed it over. She smiled, charmed by the evidence of nervousness in a man so completely self-assured. She was surprised it had been mentioned in her health report though.
His doctor had obviously done a much more thorough examination than her own GP for this physical. That was very much like him. The passion between the two.
Fury riding him like a pissed off stallion, Crown Prince Maksim of Volyarus let loose with a punch-cross-hook kick-boxing combo against his cousin and sparring partner. Demyan blocked, the sound of flesh hitting pads mixed with his grunt of surprise. Demyan was well aware, but the older man liked pushing buttons, especially during their workout sessions.
He said it made the sparring more intense. Today would have been sufficiently punishing without the added irritation. Not that Maks warned Demyan of that. His cousin deserved what he got. Well-matched in stature and strength, they both kept their six-feet-four-inch frames in top physical condition. But Maks knew how much Demyan cared about their family. And for the last eight months, the beautiful, sweet Gillian had been moving closer and closer to joining that group.
Demyan was no idiot. A lot less by some estimations, slightly more by others, according the specialist Maks had consulted. They were both too personally aware of the costs associated with those issues.
Neither will I marry a woman I like whose only hope of providing that child would be via often painful and not always successful fertility treatments. I am still a Zaretsky. Gillian would know about the reasons behind her irregular menses now as well. She already knew the responsibilities associated with his position. She should be expecting the dissolution of their relationship.
He held his emotions in check, like it was a royal imperative and ever the dutiful prince, he obeyed.
They came out when he was making love though. After a fashion.
Maks made love with the single-minded intensity of a man who was thinking of nothing else but pleasing and getting lost in the woman who shared his bed. That inevitably meant going to some function or other on his arm. No one had been more shocked than she when it turned out that Crown Prince Maksim Yurkovich of Volyarus seemed to like unremarkable.
Several comments made by him, and a couple by his mother on the few occasions Gillian had met the queen, had made it clear that royalty did not look for notoriety when choosing a mate. Though regardless, she would have thought Maks would be looking for someone with more personal cache than Gillian to bring into the royal family. Apparently Volyarussians did not have the same requirements for pedigree in a mate than other royal families of the world.
Gillian shoved her blonde hair behind her ear and adjusted the phone. Sample text from future king: R U sure? Maybe I'm judging the royal family of his fake country too strictly, but that doesn't seem very princely. At least there were no 'lol' or 'OMG! I love the ones It was okay. I love the ones where the powerful hero dumps the heroine because she's not 'suitable' in some manner.
In this one, it was because she was likely infertile and he was to be King. Mostly I just like to see the hero suffer for his arrogant stupidity and realize he can't live without the heroine.
This one didn't play out that way so much. Many HP heroes are out of touch with their feelings. This guy took the cake, to the point of it almost being a disorder.
He was robotic and did not have our human logic, not even the HP variety.
Of course, he was a royal, and we mere mortals cannot fathom such responsibility and duty. I tend not to sympathize with these princes from tiny fake countries. The royalty HPs are not usually my cuppa.
The name of this fake country sounded like Klingon or perhaps Vulcan - no kidding.