About the Book
Kate, a 5th-grade teacher, is just simply tired of teaching. The way things were, wasn't the way she imagined they would be at school. When her friend Jak dares her to apply for a companion position for 11-year-old Princess Cecelia, on the Grecian Isle of Locasus, Kate thinks-WHY NOT?
Because you don't fuck the Boss at the interview, that's why not.
When she is still offered the position, and she isn't so sure what she is going to do about the little pregnancy test she Aced, she tentatively accepts. Only to learn that the prince is ENGAGED.
So how does a geeky, tattooed, purple-haired teacher fit in in a ritzy Castle when she can't stop thinking about being tied up by a world-leader with midnight eyes? Who belongs to someone else?
Additional Note: LGBTQ friendly, light kink, diverse characters
Excerpt:
There was his gothic crucifix distraction, sleeping on the chaise in the quiet library he had hoped to slip away to for just a few minutes of peace. He paused in the doorway, startled to see her there. The bright light of the hallway spilled into the softer, muted lights of the office. She had multiple books strewn around her on the soft chaise, but what he noticed more was not only the tired lines on her face, but the gentle rise of her breasts spilling from the top of that blasted dress he hadn't been able to get out of his head all night.
She had loosened the ties of whatever was holding it all together underneath, the purple lace strings peeping over the edge of the black dress.
Instant hard-on. He could imagine pulling those laces loose. Maybe using them more productively, were she into that kind of thing too.
He really didn't need a distraction. Also, she was sleeping and looked tired. She stirred, shifting against a book that had become lodged underneath a swirl of material from her dress, covering her thigh. A tendril of her purple hair fell to her cheekbone, and she mumbled in her sleep.
"Kathryn Priest" he mumbled under his breath. He hadn't forgotten. He wished he had, really. He should be spending all his waking moments trying to figure out how to balance his explosive life, trying to figure out what happened with his Father, who he even was... but damn it all if all he had thought about all night was a silver edged crucifix nestled between mounds of breast, and a snickering eye roll sent to him that he suspected she thought he hadn't seen. God how he wanted to kiss that damn sarcastic eye roll right off her face until she couldn't think anymore like he hadn't been able to think about anything else all night.
And here she was. Curled up with a book, her breasts begging him to release them, when all he really knew was her name. His distraction, come to life.
This one, however, with her eye-rolling, did not seem impressed. And again, he felt himself stir at the thought of kissing that sarcasm off her face. From the massive wall of books, he selected a history of the timeline of Locasus, curiosity winning at the thought that the owner likely added this to the Library to impress them, and wondering at its accuracy as he hadn't seen this one before. From behind him, he heard a soft moan slip from her. Turning he noticed she had shifted down further again, seeming to try to get comfortable on the long chaise, but disturbing her left breast even further, exposing the edge of the areola.
Luc groaned under his breath. How the hell was a person supposed to avoid that? The heat in their gazes earlier had been hot enough.
But instead, he noticed the soft chenille blanket on the edge of the chaise, inviting guests to get comfortable, and he reached for it, intending to cover her for warmth and coverage, should anyone else enter after he left. Opening the blanket, he glance down and noticed her eyes had inched open, heavy with sleep, peering at him. Glazed with longing.
"Dammit."
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