NEW RELEASE: PRINCESSA BY JOSLYN WESTBROOK
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ABOUT THE BOOK :
She’s No Princess, He’s No Prince Charming, But This Is Most Definitely A Modern-Day Fairy Tale…
Prince Grayson would rather flee his own country than marry the conniving barracuda his parents want him leg-shackled to for all eternity. So that’s exactly what he does—he flees—and being a prince on the run feels fabulously badass. What feels even better is the sizzling chemistry he has with the sassy Southern Belle who quite literally stumbles into his life.
Arabella Princessa Royale has no interest in men, especially since she barely escaped the social aftermath of her dumpster-fire relationship. But His Royal Scorching Hotness, with all that brooding, tattooed, bad-boy sexiness, proves impossible to ignore. Falling for this charming prince could be bad. Tragically bad—not only for his country, but for her heart.
It doesn’t take long for their attraction to blaze hot enough to cause an international incident—a royally scandalous one. And in the world of all things majestic, they may soon have to decide if true love can overrule even the noblest of duties.
Set in Savannah, Georgia and beautiful France, PRINCESSA is the third book in the Razzle My Dazzle series of sexy romantic tales with a splash of glitz, and can be read as a standalone.
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From Arabella's POV
“Then tell me, Prince Grayson”—my voice was meek and humble, the same way my heart felt when I was around him—“who is your Ms. Right?” I reached over, traced the elaborate outline of his tattoo, and he let out a ragged breath as though my touch was equally torturous and gratifying.
He briefly shut his eyes, only to snap them back open, piercing me with a look of humility. “Ms. Right is an independent force to be reckoned with who’s so breathtakingly gorgeous without even trying. Someone who possesses the noble and conservative qualities of a would-be princess, is self-driven, not afraid to stand her ground and”—the corner of his mouth tilted up—“is one helluva sexy piece of work when feisty.”
Palms exploring his naked chest, I appreciated the natural flex, the planes and valleys that led to a delicious-looking happy trail. “Go on…”
“Ms. Right,” he continued low and husky, “has this provincial innocence about her that drives me crazy, makes me horny as fuck. A woman who laughs at my jokes, who I can talk with over the phone for hours, yet somehow it’s still not enough. She’s someone I can’t stop thinking about, can’t stop dreaming about since the day we met.”
The breaths I tried to control came out uneven, quick, and as Grayson’s hand caressed my face, bulldozing the already tight space between us, all of me melted.
“Ms. Right”—he whispered—“is someone a lot like you.”
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