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TRUE QUEEN
The Smoke and Mirrors Duology #2
by Jodi Ellen Malpas
Genre:
Contemporary/Erotic Romance
Pub Date: 8/7/14
The
breathtaking conclusion of the Smoke & Mirrors Duology.
A
beautiful, defiant princess. A renowned, sinfully gorgeous Hollywood
actor.
Their love affair began
intensely and passionately. Princess Adeline and Josh Jameson knew
any future together was impossible—her status as a princess and his
standing as a Hollywood heartthrob dictated that. But the heights of
pleasure they could take each other to were wildly unanticipated by
them both. Josh’s absolute disregard for Adeline’s status quickly
drew her into his hedonistic world. And her perfectly worn mask and
false façade captivated Josh to the point of obsession. The
boundaries became blurred. The physical became emotional. Their
hearts became entwined.
But a cruel turn of
events rips their worlds apart and Adeline is more bound than ever by
the protocol and expectations her title commands. The army of royal
advisors who guard the secrets and scandals of the Monarchy will go
to unthinkable lengths to keep the smoke and mirrors in place…and
Josh away from Adeline. She knows the power she possesses comes with
agonizing sacrifices. Walking away from Josh devastates her…but it
keeps him safe from the corrupt institution that has ruled her life.
Yet Josh refuses to
lose the woman who has consumed him so completely, distorted his
boundaries, and stripped him of all sensibility.
Will the power of the
British Monarchy triumph? Or will their fierce love for each other
change the course of history?
The
Controversial Princess
The Smoke and Mirrors
Duology #1
Her
father is The King of England.
She
is The Controversial Princess.
Regarded
as down to earth by the press and rebellious by the King, Princess
Adeline refuses to bow to the royal expectations her title carries.
She knows better than anyone that the united front of the Royal
Family is nothing but smoke and mirrors - lies and secrets masked by
power and privilege. She wants no part of it, and she will never
surrender to the King’s demand to marry a man she does not love.
But despite Adeline’s determination to retain her free will, she
remains deeply unfulfilled, feeling caged and suffocated.
That
is until she meets Josh Jameson. Drawn in by his confidence, Adeline
is soon captivated by the scandalously sexy American actor. His
ability to penetrate her defences overwhelms her - his touch is pure
fire, and his allure overpowering. Nothing has ever made her feel so
alive in a world where she’s otherwise slowly drowning. However,
while Josh may be Hollywood royalty, he’s not actual royalty, and
Adeline knows the King and his advisors will do everything in their
power to keep them apart.
But
Josh Jameson becomes the princess’s ultimate vice.
And
although she bows to no one, she bows to him.
Chapter
1
I
stare at myself in the large, elaborate mirror while my long, dark
hair is tugged and teased into place at the nape of my neck by my
personal stylist, Jenny. She ensures I always resemble the enviable,
beautiful princess I’m supposed to be. I look like my mother—dark
hair, dark eyes, olive skin. My looks are the only thing I inherited
from the Spanish princess, who is now the Queen Consort of England.
Her doting, dutiful, compliant nature escaped me, much to the
disappointment and frustration of King Alfred of England. Her
husband. My father.
My
old man is a stickler for tradition, values, and rules. Antiquated
rules, and frankly, unreasonable rules. The modern age apparently
bypasses kings and queens.
My
black satin pencil dress is as noncompliant as my nature—tight and
backless—my heels as high as my long legs can carry, and my lips
painted disgracefully red. My look will certainly raise the bushy
eyebrows of the King, and, as usual, I couldn’t care less.
I
close my eyes, losing the sight of my scandalous self, while Jenny
spritzes my loose updo with hairspray. “You could smile, you know,”
she muses, tweaking the loose strands framing my face. “It is your
birthday, after all.”
I
open my eyes and pick up where I left off, staring into the dark,
empty gaze reflecting back at me in the mirror. I’m thirty years
old today. I’m supposed to be married by now to some blue-blooded
member of the aristocratic world, someone like Haydon Sampson. The
son of David Sampson, the King’s lifelong friend and one of his
trusty advisors, is my father’s choice of husband for me. It’s a
shame Haydon is not my choice. I will not marry him. Ever. “Tell me
what I have to smile about.”
“Not
everyone gets a garden party thrown at the palace in honor of their
birthday.”
I
move my gaze to Jenny. “You think today is all about me?”
Ignoring
my question, she picks up my clutch and places a lipstick and a few
other makeup items inside. Jenny has been primping and preening me
for royal life for as long as I can remember. She knows how I feel
about Claringdon Palace, garden parties, and rubbing shoulders with
royalty and aristocracy. “Try to have fun.”
I
look past Jenny when Kim, my private secretary, enters my suite. She
looks as formal as ever, her short body encased in a stiff grey
trouser suit, her red hair held off her face with a clip secured low
on her nape. I disregard her raised brow when she takes in my choice
of party wear. “Your car’s waiting.”
“Thank
you.” I breathe in some courage to face the afternoon ahead, and
accept my clutch from Jenny. “My phone?”
“In
the side pocket.”
I
nod my thanks and wander out of my suite, Kim on my tail. “How long
do I have to endure this afternoon?” I ask as we round the huge
gallery landing of my home at Kellington Palace, one of many official
royal residences in central London. It’s elaborate and sparkling,
everything a royal palace should be. I take in the walls as I go,
portraits of my ancestors filling every available space, all dressed
respectfully, all intimidating. One day, I will hang beside them,
undoubtedly looking as royal as they do. Except my portrait will be
smoke and mirrors. A lie.
“You
mean how long do you have to endure your own birthday party?” Kim
asks, amused. “I’d say you’re there for the duration.”
I
grimace. “Wonderful.”
“About
Friday night,” she says.
“What
about Friday night?”
“Your
little indiscretion with a certain banker.”
I
smile, remembering the indiscretion well. Gerry Rush, president of
Britain’s largest bank. He may be mid-forties, but the man is
distinguished and delicious. “What about that indiscretion?” I
look at Kim as we come to a stop at the top of the grand staircase,
not liking the form of her tight, straight lips. “He’s married.”
“No,
he’s separated,” I say, remembering the article published a few
weeks ago in one of the tabloids.
Kim
holds out a newspaper, and I look down to see an image of Gerry Rush
with a woman on his arm. His wife. “When was that taken?”
“Thursday.
Seems they reconciled.”
My
hand meets my chest, my face dampening from the cold sweat breaking
out. “Oh my goodness,” I breathe. “The dirty rat. He never
said.”
Kim
is quick to dab my cheeks down with a soft handkerchief, soaking up
the beads. “Of course he didn’t.”
“Does
the press know about us?” If they do, then my father does, and that
will be a headache of epic proportions that I really could do
without. And it would have been even before I knew the lying cheat
was making amends with Mrs. Rush.
“Felix
took care of it.”
I
deflate a little, silently thanking the head of communications at
Kellington Palace. He won’t be happy with me either. No one ever
is. “So there was something to take care of?”
“A
few pictures.”
“How
did they get them?”
“They
must have followed you from the Royal Opera House.” Kim purses her
lips. “I mean, really, Adeline. Separate cars going from the same
venue to the same hotel?”
“It
was his idea.”
“And
I bet your arm took some severe twisting.” She reaches into her bag
and pulls something out. “There’s this in Woman. Far more
respectful, don’t you think?” Kim presents me with the magazine,
where I’m gracing the cover. I take in the picture of me getting
out of a car outside the Royal Opera House, being shielded by Damon,
my driver and head of security. The headline reads: “To be blessed
with beauty, style, and a royal title. What is it really like to be
Princess Adeline? Let us tell you!” I roll my eyes and flip to the
double-page spread, where they detail my life—all inaccurate.
Carefree? Exciting? Fulfilled? I snap it shut and hand it to Kim,
taking the stairs to the entrance hall. “My gown looked fabulous,
so they got that much right.”
“I
bet it looked fabulous on Gerry Rush’s hotel room floor, too.”
“Funny,”
I quip, taking the last step and hitting the mosaic-tiled floor,
nodding at Damon, who is waiting by the door. He nods back, his usual
sharp acknowledgment. His customary black suit has been replaced with
a navy one. “Going somewhere special?” I ask seriously, prompting
a discreet smile from his worn-in face.
“Happy
birthday, ma’am.” His deep, baritone voice does what it always
does. Soothes me. Relaxes me. Damon has been my driver and head of
personal protection for ten years and is a permanent fixture in my
life. It’s a good job I’m quite fond of him, otherwise I might
resent him and his intrusion on my life.
“Thank
you, Damon. How is your lovely wife?”
“Very
well. Thank you for asking, ma’am.”
“Wonderful
to hear. Now, let’s get this afternoon out of the way, shall we?”
“It
might not be that bad, you know,” Kim says as she stuffs the
magazine into her bag, and I laugh, because of all people, she knows.
She just knows. I straighten my shoulders and head for the door,
looking down to make sure my chest isn’t showing…too much. Damon
pulls the door open and stands back, letting me pass. “Thank you,
Damon,” I say, coming to a stop at the top of the steps when I see
someone blocking my path to the open door of my car.
“Happy
Birthday, Addy.” Eddie grins at me, a bunch of white roses held
under his chin.
“Eddie!”
I virtually throw myself at my brother. “You scoundrel. You never
said you were coming home.”
Catching
me on a laugh, he swirls me around on the steps of Kellington Palace.
“Don’t get too excited.” He places me on my feet and gives my
dress a mild disapproving look. “I haven’t bought you a gift.”
“I
don’t care,” I declare, looking at Damon. “Did you know?” My
driver shrugs, his hand still resting on the door handle. I turn to
Kim. “Did you?”
“He
might have called last week.” She starts tapping at the screen of
her mobile, leaving me to get back to my beloved Eddie, the youngest
of my two elder brothers. My savior. The only one who understands me.
He’s adorned in his military uniform, his green beret sitting
perfectly on his gorgeous head. Part of me envies him serving our
country, a daft notion, I realize, but at least he gets to escape
this circus for nine months at a time when he’s on tour.
“So
let’s party,” Eddie quips, throwing his bag and my flowers by the
door. Olive, a member of our household staff, swoops them up before
they’ve barely come to rest.
“At
the palace?” I grumble, utterly unimpressed by his enthusiasm.
“Drink
plenty of champagne and smile. I’m here. It’s bound to be more
fun.” His hazel eyes gleam mischievously, and that will be his
present to me. Some fun.
My
birthday just improved tremendously. I can always count on Eddie. I
watch as Kim, who I share with Eddie when he’s home, as well as
Kellington Palace and all other staff members, rolls her eyes in mild
dread. I grin. She’ll be jumping straight on the phone to Felix as
soon as we’re in the car. Poor Felix is kept busy enough when I’m
home alone. With Eddie back, he’ll be run off his Italian loafers
trying to keep our royal reputations perfect.
“We
had better be going before the King sends his minions to track us
down.” I link arms with Eddie and walk to the pristine Mercedes.
“I
believe Davenport has already called, ma’am,” Damon says as he
holds the door open for us.
“Now
there’s a surprise,” Eddie breathes, giving Damon a friendly
smack of his suited shoulder. “Is that stick still stuck up his
arse?”
I
laugh. Major Davenport, the King’s private secretary, is old
school, just like the King. I’m a thorn in his side, Eddie more of
an itch, whereas our elder brother, Prince John, is the saint of the
King’s three offspring. The arse-licker. The Heir Apparent, and the
perfect prince with it.
“I
believe it is, sir,” Damon replies dryly as we both get into the
car. I smile my thanks as he shuts the door. I might hate my royal
existence, but I love my staff. Unlike my father’s entourage of
personal aides, advisors, and servants, mine aren’t stuffy,
old-fashioned, uptight, pompous windbags. It’s a mild relief in my
suppressed world, especially given my apparent flaws. I smile and
cuddle into my brother’s side, so relieved he’s home to lift my
spirits.
Happy
birthday to me.
Jodi
Ellen Malpas wrote her debut series, The This Man Trilogy, in secret,
worried about what people might think if they knew what her
imagination was capable of. She was shocked herself. But she finally
found the courage to unleash her creative streak and self-published
THIS MAN - the first book of the This Man Trilogy - in October 2012.
She took a chance on a story with a hero who soon became one of
modern day fictions most prolific alpha male characters. Jesse Ward –
also affectionately known as The Lord of The Manor, sparked
incredible reactions from women across the globe and catapulted Jodi
into the world of women’s fiction. With so much love and enthusiasm
from her readers, and a thirst for more of her words, Jodi suddenly
wasn't afraid of her imagination anymore. She went on to write The
One Night Trilogy with the delectable and mysterious Miller Hart, and
stole the hearts of her readers once again. She’s now a proud #1
New York Times bestselling author – all seven of her published
novels having hit the New York Times best sellers list – as well as
a Sunday Times bestseller and international bestseller. Her work is
published in over 20 languages across the world.
Jodi
was born and raised in the Midlands town of Northampton, England,
where she lives with her two boys and a beagle. She is a
self-professed daydreamer, a Converse & mojito addict, and has a
terrible weak spot for Alpha Males. Writing powerful love stories and
creating addictive characters has become her passion – a passion
she shares with her devoted readers
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