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by Brenda Harlen




  “While I have no doubt that seducing you would be a great pleasure, I need to focus my attention on other things right now.”

  Though the softly spoken words made everything inside her quiver, Lara refused to give Rowan the satisfaction of knowing it. “Do you think I would fall into your bed just because you wanted me there, Your Highness?”

  “I think,” he said confidently, “that you would fall into my bed because you wanted to be there.”

  Her chin lifted just a fraction. “Then you think wrong. I won’t be any man’s temporary amusement.”

  “If I believed otherwise, we’d be having this conversation in bed.” He grinned. “Or maybe we wouldn’t be talking at all.”

  Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest, but she managed to keep her voice steady. “Save the seduction routine for your bride. I’m not interested.”

  Dear Reader,

  A lot of little girls who grow up reading fairy tales dream about someday marrying a handsome prince and living in a beautiful castle. I know that I did. And while the path of life doesn’t always follow our childhood dreams, sometimes it takes us in even more wonderful directions.

  One of the greatest things about being a writer is discovering new worlds and larger-than-life characters. I had so much fun creating the fictional island principality of Tesoro del Mar and the Santiago family that I didn’t want Rowan’s story to end. Then I started writing Marcus’s story, and Eric’s story, and, well, I guess some girls will always dream of princes

  I hope you enjoy reading The Prince’s Royal Dilemma as much as I enjoyed writing it and that you’ll watch for the other books in the REIGNING MEN series from Silhouette Special Edition.

  Best,

  Brenda Harlen

  THE PRINCE’S ROYAL DILEMMA

  BRENDA HARLEN

  Published by Silhouette Books

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  BRENDA HARLEN

  grew up in a small town surrounded by books and imaginary friends. Although she always dreamed of being a writer, she chose to follow a more traditional career path first. After two years of practicing as an attorney, including an appearance in front of the Supreme Court of Canada, she gave up her “real” job to be a mom and to try her hand at writing books. Three years, five manuscripts and another baby later, she sold her first book—an RWA Golden Heart winner—to Silhouette Books.

  Brenda lives in southern Ontario with her real-life husband/hero, two heroes-in-training and two neurotic dogs. She is still surrounded by books (“too many books,” according to her children) and imaginary friends, but she also enjoys communicating with “real” people. Readers can contact Brenda by e-mail at [email protected] or by snail mail c/o Silhouette Books, 233 Broadway, Suite 1001, New York, NY 10279.

  For Neill

  —my real-life prince—

  with much appreciation

  and all my love.

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Epilogue

  Prologue

  With its pristine sand beaches and crystal-blue waters, Tesoro del Mar is truly a treasure of the Mediterranean Sea. Though small in size, it has a huge appeal to visitors from all over the world.

  Lara Brennan eagerly absorbed the details from her guidebook, anxious to learn everything about the island before the plane’s wheels touched down at the Port Augustine airport.

  Tanis Rowlands, her best friend and traveling companion, waved a hand in front of her face to get her attention. “This is supposed to be a vacation—why are you studying that book as if there’s going to be a quiz at the end of our trip?”

  “I’m just amazed—by the history, the culture, even the name. Did you know that it means treasure of the sea?”

  “Tesoro del Mar.” Tanis practically sighed the words.

  “I know that it even sounds like a fairy-tale kingdom.”

  “It’s not a kingdom, it’s a principality.” Lara pointed to a line in the book.

  “What’s the difference?” Tanis asked.

  “It’s not ruled by a king, but a prince.”

  Tanis’s blue eyes sparkled. “The country does have some hunky princes.”

  Lara laughed. Though she’d only ever met Prince Julian—who was happily married to Princess Catherine—she’d seen enough tabloid photos of the other three princes to know that they were all tall, dark and almost sinfully handsome.

  “We probably won’t even see any of Julian’s brothers,” she told her friend. “Rowan is an investment banker in London, Eric is an officer in the navy, and Marcus is at school in Switzerland.”

  Tanis pouted. “Well, at least we get to stay in the royal palace. How old did you say it was?”

  Lara consulted the book again. “It was built more than four hundred years ago.”

  “That is old.” Tan’s brow furrowed. “Did they have flush toilets back then?”

  “No, but I imagine there have been some renovations done and improvements made over the years.”

  “And the people speak English?”

  “The island was settled by both the Spanish and the French, so it is officially a bilingual country, but a majority of the residents also speak English.”

  She skimmed over the history of Tesoro del Mar and the reign of the Santiago family, then turned the page. The photo of the castle was spread out over two pages to better capture the majesty of soaring towers and stunning turrets, wide stone balconies and high, arched windows. As much as she was looking forward to visiting the palace, she was looking forward to visiting with the family who lived there even more.

  Twice every year, Prince Julian and Princess Catherine journeyed to Kilmore, Catherine’s hometown in Ireland, to visit her family. Through a distant family connection, Lara had met them there four years earlier. On that visit, the royals had been traveling without their longtime nanny, and Catherine had struggled to balance the needs of her preschooler with the impatient demands of a new baby.

  The princess had seemed surprised—and relieved—that her children had taken an instant liking to Lara, who had been just as enchanted by the young royals. On each subsequent visit, Catherine had invited Lara to spend time with the family, and she’d grown close to the children and they to her.

  Three weeks ago Catherine had called to request that Lara visit Tesoro del Mar and meet the newest addition to the royal family. Lara had been thrilled by the opportunity, especially when Catherine had suggested she could bring a friend to stay for two weeks.

  Tanis let out an excited gasp and squeezed her arm. “There it is.”

  Lara shifted her gaze from the book to the window and was immediately dazzled by the view.

  The photos in her guidebook didn’t begin to compare to t
he reality—certainly they didn’t show the hills as being so deep an emerald green, the beaches quite as powdery white or the sea such a sparkling sapphire.

  Then she caught a glimpse of the castle, and her breath actually caught in her throat.

  “I wish I could stay here forever,” Tanis said.

  Lara heard the longing in her friend’s voice but also the acceptance. Tanis would return home at the end of their holiday. For Lara the future was less certain, because the princess had offered her more than a Mediterranean vacation—she’d offered her the chance to make this island paradise her home.

  Though Lara had grown close to Catherine’s family over the past few years, she could never have imagined that the princess would ask her—the illegitimate child of an unknown father—to become the caregiver of the royal children. But that was exactly what Catherine had proposed. Now Lara had two weeks in which to tour Tesoro del Mar, get reacquainted with the children and decide if she was willing to leave her old life behind and make a new one here.

  Catherine had urged her to take her time, to consider all factors. But in that first breathtaking glimpse, Lara’s decision was made.

  She was going to stay and be the new royal nanny.

  Chapter One

  Four and a Half Years Later—

  Three days after the state funeral for His Highness Prince Julian Edward William Santiago and Her Highness Princess Catherine Mary Santiago, Rowan was still trying to accept that his brother and sister-in-law were gone, still struggling to come to terms with their deaths. And now this.

  He lifted his gaze from the legal document on the desk to his brother seated across from him. “What were they thinking?”

  “Probably that arranging for guardianship of their children was nothing more than a formality,” Marcus responded. “They certainly couldn’t have expected that they’d die in a freak explosion on their yacht.”

  The outing had been planned as a family event, with Julian and Catherine’s three children scheduled to join them on the water. But Alexandria and Damon had both been in bed with some kind of twenty-four-hour flu bug from which Christian had just recovered, so the nanny had stayed back with the children while the parents decided to take a few hours for a romantic getaway instead.

  Rowan stared again at the document giving him legal custody of the children. His brother and sister-in-law wouldn’t have filled out the paperwork without his knowledge and consent, though when he’d given it, he’d never anticipated his role as guardian becoming a reality. Now it was, and Julian’s children—the future of the monarchy and the country—were in his care.

  “I know you never expected—or wanted—to be in this position,” Marcus said. “But are you okay with it?”

  “Someone needs to fulfill the royal duties until Christian is of an age to take the throne. But am I okay with it?” He shook his head. “How can I be when the only reason I’m sitting here, in Julian’s office, behind Julian’s desk, is that Julian and Catherine are dead?”

  His gaze shifted to the photo on the corner of the desk. It was a picture of his eldest brother with his arm around his wife, their children around them. They looked so happy together—still obviously in love after fifteen years of marriage and completely devoted to their children. Every time Rowan sat behind this desk, his eyes were drawn to that picture—to the heartbreaking image of the beautiful family that had been torn apart by tragedy.

  As if sensing the direction of his thoughts, Marcus reached forward and picked up the heavy pewter frame. His youngest brother’s eyes were troubled as he stared at the photo. “The whole family’s been dealt a tough blow—maybe I should delay my return to Harvard, stay around here to help out in any way I can.”

  Rowan was adamant in his refusal. “Eric volunteered to extend his leave from the navy, too,” he admitted, referring to the middle brother. “And I appreciate your offer as much as his, but there’s really no need for anyone to change their plans.”

  “Nobody but you,” Marcus noted.

  But Rowan was only doing what needed to be done, as both of his brothers would do if circumstances warranted.

  The Santiago family had ruled long and ruled well, and the citizens of Tesoro del Mar trusted in their monarch. As much as they had openly and genuinely mourned the passing of Julian and Catherine, they would accept Rowan’s rule. And Rowan, as much as he’d never wanted to rule, understood that it was his duty even more than his right, a duty that had been impressed upon all of them from their early days in the cradle.

  “The truth is, I feel more equipped to step into the role of prince regent than guardian of three young children.” He stared at the photo Marcus had put back on the edge of the desk and felt the weight of the responsibility heavy in his heart. He was fond of his brother’s children, of course, but after living in London for the past dozen years he didn’t know them very well. And he didn’t know the first thing about parenting.

  Christian he could probably handle. The boy was twelve—old enough to listen to reason, already conscious of the fact that he would rule the country one day and undoubtedly capable of doing so.

  Alexandria was eight, with a rebellious streak that Julian had often lamented was turning his hair prematurely gray, though there had been no disguising the pride his brother felt in his only daughter.

  As for Damon, well, the only words Rowan could think of to describe his four-year-old nephew were “hell on wheels.”

  “The children have a full-time nanny,” Marcus reminded him.

  Rowan nodded. “The nanny is just one more reason I wonder what they were thinking.”

  Marcus frowned. “What do you mean?”

  “Don’t you follow the news?”

  “Not if I can help it,” his brother admitted. “The stories are more often about sensationalism than journalism.”

  “And since she moved into the palace, Miss Brennan has given them plenty of splashy headlines.”

  Marcus shrugged. “She’s young and sexy and has a connection to the royal family—it’s hardly her fault the press feeds on things like that.”

  “A royal nanny should be mature and dignified.”

  “Like Nanny Adele?”

  It was with genuine affection that he thought of the woman who had raised not only his brothers and him but his father and his aunt before them. She’d passed away at the age of ninety-three while Catherine was expecting Damon, and his brother and sister-in-law had hired Lara Brennan—a twenty-year-old redhead who was the opposite of Adele Torres in every way.

  “I guarantee there were never any front-page pictures of our nanny shaking her booty in a dance club,” he told his brother.

  Marcus laughed at the image. “I would think not—at least not if they wanted to sell any papers.”

  Rowan had no doubt the pictures of the royal nanny had sold lots of papers, and that was what concerned him. “What kind of example do you think that sets for Christian and Alexandria and Damon?”

  “I didn’t realize she took the kids with her when she went clubbing.”

  Rowan should have expected such a flippant response from his brother. Marcus was another favorite subject of the press—not just locally but internationally. “You’re deliberately missing my point.”

  “I wasn’t sure you had one.”

  “She works for the royal family, therefore, her behavior reflects on the royal family.”

  “You’re not honestly worried about a silly tabloid photo that faded from the news more than six months ago?”

  “That picture wasn’t the only one,” Rowan reminded his brother.

  “It’s not a crime to have a good time,” Marcus pointed out. “Besides, she’s great with the kids.”

  Rowan couldn’t deny that fact, especially not in that moment when childish giggles floated through the open window. Drawn by the sound, he pushed away from his desk and crossed the room to look down to the gardens below.

  As he’d expected, Lara was there with Alexandria and Damon, on her hand
s and knees on the ground. He watched as Damon tried to climb over her back, then tumbled off in another fit of giggles. Alexandria, though four years older than her brother, was clearly enjoying the game, too, and her giggles joined his as they rolled on the grass.

  But it was Lara who captured and held his attention, as she’d done from the first with her sparkling eyes and easy smile, and his fascination with the children’s nanny continued to baffle and frustrate him.

  “It’s good to hear them laugh,” Marcus said. “It’s good to know that they can still find joy after everything they’ve been through.”

  Rowan moved back to the desk. “Dr. Marotta has assured me that children are amazingly resilient. I’m relieved to see that it’s true—at least with respect to the younger ones. I can’t get a read on anything Christian is thinking or feeling these days.”

  Marcus frowned as he, too, turned away from the window. “Where is the heir to the throne?”

  “In the library working on lessons he missed while he was absent from school.”

  “He’s still a child, too.”

  “It was his choice to get back to his studies.” He glanced up at his brother, forced a smile. “As you must get back to yours.”

  “I will. Soon. I want to spend some more time with the kids before I go.” Marcus smiled as fresh peals of laughter sounded from outside. “And maybe with Lara, too.”

  Rowan deliberately returned to his seat behind the desk, refusing to let himself be drawn into further discussion about the nanny. As far as he was concerned, Lara Brennan was just one more problem he’d inherited when his brother’s yacht blew up, and a problem that he needed some time to consider how to deal with.

 

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