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Very poor grammar and conflicting storytelling.

Ewwwww. Already off to a bad start.

This ring was given to me by my grandmother, Queen Monique. She would have loved you.” He stood and kissed Emily, a kiss full of kindness and compassion and love. Her heart sighed, then burst into song. This man was all she wanted. Together they could make a difference in the lives of the children in Alvernia. Maybe in America too.

She was gone. He’d wanted to show her how much she meant to him. He thought she’d be happy he’d found a way for them to be together, not disgusted and offended that he wanted to be with her while married to someone else. Someone she’d found for him. A woman she knew he didn’t love.

“I wanted to tell you—” he rubbed his lips together “—I asked Maria-Therese to marry me.” Emily’s jaw dropped. She closed her mouth, but sat stunned, as if someone had just told her Clint Wallingford had gotten her promotion. But she thought Luc would have told her his plan, not just proposed without saying something to her first.

Fireworks didn’t begin to describe the sensations pulsating through Emily with each of Luc’s kisses. If Emily didn’t stop kissing Luc, she wasn’t going to be able to stop. Why had she kissed him? Gratitude. That had been one reason. The others she didn’t want to think about. His kisses were better than any dream.

Emily’s control slipped. She wanted more kisses, more Luc... Oh, no. What was she doing? She was here to find him a bride. Not kiss him herself. She tore away from him. “Stop.” “We’re just practicing.” Maybe he was, but her lips throbbed. Her body burned. The kiss had been real to her. “We’ve practiced enough.

This is nothing but a game to you.” Not really. A game had a winner, something that was out of reach for Luc. But others counted on him. With Emily’s assistance, he wouldn’t let them down. “What else would you call being paraded in front of royal women like a stallion in need of a brood mare?” Luc asked. “Insane.” “Exactly.

Only one person could cause a near riot in the quaint, picturesque town surrounded by snowcapped peaks—His Royal Highness Lucas Alexander Leopold Casimir von Rexburg. The reason she’d been sent here. Black sheep and reckless royal didn’t begin to describe King Leopold’s youngest son, who was so far down the line of succession he wasn’t considered a spare heir, but a liability.

Oh man this was cute! <3

Gosh darnit, I am enjoying this book WAY MORE than I thought I would! Melissa McClone has me hooked!

Another sweet find on Bookbub and iBooks!