The Irish Prince
by Virginia Nelson
Billionaire Dynasties #2
Publication Date: May 15, 2017
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Indulgence, Contemporary, Romance
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SYNOPSIS:
CEO Aiden Kelley’s life of billionaire extravagance is flipped upside down when his ex shows up with a ten-year-old she claims is his. Totally out of his element and losing the control so integral to his success, he needs help. To top it all off, the only constant woman in his life, his executive assistant, has given notice just when he needs her help to survive his newfound fatherhood.
Chelsea Houston is an executive assistant, not a nanny. The only person more clueless about kids is her boss. Helping him on a daddy-daughter road trip is her last task before he’ll accept her two weeks’ notice and she can be free of the infuriating man she’s had a crush on for longer than she’d admit. Aiden’s carefully ordered life has never been so disorganized, and he’s suddenly tempted by the things he thought he could never have. Things like love and family. Who knew chaos could be so damn fun?
USA Today Bestselling author of The Penthouse Prince Virginia Nelson likes knights in rusted and dinged up armor, heroes that snarl instead of croon, and heroines who can’t remember to say the right thing even with an author writing their dialogue. Her books are full of snark, sex, and random acts of ineptitude – not always in that order.
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Chelsea Houston is an executive assistant, not a nanny. The only person more clueless about kids is her boss. Helping him on a daddy-daughter road trip is her last task before he’ll accept her two weeks’ notice and she can be free of the infuriating man she’s had a crush on for longer than she’d admit. Aiden’s carefully ordered life has never been so disorganized, and he’s suddenly tempted by the things he thought he could never have. Things like love and family. Who knew chaos could be so damn fun?
EXCERPT:
“Did you ever play in the street? Like, where traffic was? You know,
like kickball or whatever and, when cars came, you yelled ‘Pause!’ and got
everyone off the street. When it wasn’t clear, you called ‘game on’?” Another
crash of thunder shook the windows, and she wondered how the kid could sleep
through it. She closed her eyes, hoping for strength but only finding more
fear. She really just needed to get her mind off it…
“Sure,” he said.
“We called ‘pause’ when there were cars until we could play again. Still not
following you, though. Do you have a point?”
“You know how I
work for you and all that?”
He sighed, and
she was close enough to him that his breath ruffled her hair. “Of course.”
“Pause,” she
said. Before she could talk herself out of it, she went up on tiptoes and
touched her lips to his.
He didn’t move,
and she didn’t have the bravery to go further with it. They stood there,
frozen, his breath whispering across her cheeks and her lips just barely
touching his. Between the heat of his body and that coursing through her veins
from her impetuous drinking, some warmth managed to seep back into her, and she
felt almost safe for a second.
Then another crash
from outside and she shuddered, pinching her eyes closed. He must’ve felt it or
taken pity on her, or who knew what his motives were, but his arms closed
around her and his lips slanted across hers. If she’d thought he would bury her
fears and distract her, she was right. Nothing mattered outside that moment.
Lazy hunger
curled through the kiss, his experience clear in the slow burn of his mouth
dragging across hers. His tongue slipped into her mouth, and she twined her
arms around his neck to better brace for the sexy torture of his embrace.
She felt the
impact of the wall behind her and wasn’t sure if the crash she heard was her
system going into overdrive or the sound of the storm. He tasted like sin, and
she was starved for more. His hands gripped her hips and she pressed into his
body, thrilling at the sexual tension skating across her flesh like fire.
“Chels,” he
whispered, his mouth tracing a path down her neck.
“Game on,” she
gasped.
He stilled,
backing away to meet her eyes. Another flash illuminated his face. He looked
hungry, like he could eat her up in one big bite.
The sight of
that look, on his face, made her
shiver with want. But he wasn’t for her and this was a ridiculous idea. She
couldn’t play on his level, knew it on a bone deep level.
Not that she’d
been able to resist a taste.
God. At least in
two weeks she would tell him goodbye. Then she wouldn’t have to look at his
face and be reminded of her moment of weakness. Or how wonderful his mouth had
felt against hers.
She ducked under
his arm and fled as fast as her legs could carry her, only stopping once her
bedroom door separated them. Leaning on it, she bit her lip. Everything in her,
down to the last cell, wanted to go back out there, climb him like a tree, and
let him take her in whatever depraved fashion he might want to try.
Tomorrow, she’d
probably be full of regrets. She’d crossed a line, stupidly. He was her boss.
Somehow, she
half wished she could quit now, so she could—
What? Go back to
her world while he lived in his, high atop the world in a glass tower of money
and power? No, she’d be better off as far away from him as possible, since
pursuing anything was an act of masochistic idiocy.
ABOUT VIRGINIA NELSON
USA Today Bestselling author of The Penthouse Prince Virginia Nelson likes knights in rusted and dinged up armor, heroes that snarl instead of croon, and heroines who can’t remember to say the right thing even with an author writing their dialogue. Her books are full of snark, sex, and random acts of ineptitude – not always in that order.
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