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First published July 14, 2015




"I'm just a guy trying to get a girl to notice him." - Nick, The Prince's Runaway Lover by Robin Covington
"People only give a damn when I'm interested in a woman beyond mere friendship, and that is why they would give a damn about you, Isabel, because I am interested in you far beyond the boundaries of friendship." - Nick, The Prince's Runaway Lover by Robin Covington
"You're no Cinderella. You're a bad idea. I heard you." He shifted in closer to her body, his length pressing her further back into the stone. He was like a furnace to her front and the contrast with the chilled stone made her shiver. He was not the cause of the tremor, not even a little bit. She would just keep telling herself that and it would be true. "Thanks for the warning but I'm a big boy and I can make all the bad choices I want." He dipped his head, nose brushing against hers as his breath warmed her lips. She closed her eyes against the onslaught of this man who could have any woman in the world but was hell-bent to have her. His voice was rough when he murmured, "You're a bad choice that I can't wait to regret." He took her mouth, living up to his pronouncement with the deep thrust of his tongue as soon as she gasped with the pleasure of his intrusion and the heavy, full press of his body against hers. It was as if they'd been kissing each other forever, the twining of their tongues, and the angle of their mouths fitting together perfectly.

“There were no secrets between them when they were like this. He was not a prince. She was not a mystery. They were just Nick and Isabel. The way it should be.”
“His name was her favorite word, the taste of it on her tongue like the sweetest candy.”
“You can rail against me, beat against me, take anything out on me, but I’m not leaving or letting you push me away. I have conquered goddamn mountains to get what I wanted, fought oceans to win a prize far less precious than your kiss so I’m not giving up on you without a fight.”
“Each shutter, each sob was reaching inside him and ripping his soul out of his body. That was fine, it was hers anyway.”
"Nicky," she gasped as she gripped his shoulders, nails digging in at the contact of his thigh against her core as he wedged his leg between her own. She moved against his hard muscle, the sharp spikes of electric pleasure beginning in her core and warming her belly into an inferno of desire. "Oh my God, Nicky."
She felt his smile against the skin just below her ear, the huff of his laughter in her hair. "I like that."



