The Princess Bride

by Rebecca Winters

  Sofia nodded. “In the living room.”

  “Then let’s take a look at your music and I’ll accompany you.”

  Ally got to her feet. “While you do that, I’ll put the baby back to bed and get changed.”

  Gino kept his arm around her shoulders as they climbed the stairs.

  By the time she’d put the baby in his crib, the strains of Mendelssohn reached the third floor.

  Gino had the shower ready and waiting for her.

  She stepped under the spray, waiting for him to shut the door, but he kept it open and simply watched her.

  No matter how intimate they’d been, she still blushed.

  “You’re more gorgeous than ever. I never want to go to work.”

  “I never want you to go.”

  “I’m glad your mother finally came.”

  “So am I.”

  “This house feels normal, the way my parents’ once did.”

  “Mine never felt quite normal because Mom was so unhappy.” She reached for the towel he kept just out of reach.

  “Gino—” she begged.

  He finally relented and wrapped it around her.

  “I didn’t see any shadows in her eyes just now.”

  “Neither did I.”

  “The two of them are going strong downstairs, and our son is asleep.”

  “The answer is yes,” Ally cried, so out of breath with longing, it was embarrassing.

  He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.

  “This is what heaven is all about,” he whispered against her lips moments later. “When Marcello was diagnosed, I didn’t think I’d ever be happy again.”

  His fingers tightened in her damp curls. “You came into my life when I least expected it.”

  “You’ll never know how happy I was when you showed up on the train and whisked me away to the farmhouse.”

  “Carlo had ordered me to make you go back to the States, but I couldn’t allow you to do that.” He devoured her mouth once more. “I couldn’t stay away from you, bellissima.”

  “I hoped that was the reason,” she whispered shakily.

  “Now no more talk or your mother will think we’re inconsiderate hosts.”

  “She knows what we’re doing, Gino darling. I’m pretty sure she wants to make up for lost time, so let’s give her her wish. Maybe I can grant you your wish at the same time.”

  “I have everything I want,” he asserted.

  She smiled at him. “Not everything. I was thinking we could work on another bambino to keep Marcello company and help you on the farm.”

  His eyes gleamed. “I believe in that kind of work. I’ll give you fair warning. I’m prepared to work day and night, plus overtime.”

  “I think I’ll put that in writing,” she teased.

  “You won’t have to, Ally. I’ll always come running home to you. Don’t you know that yet?”

  Oh, yes. She knew. And for the rest of their lives, she’d be waiting…

  INVITATION TO THE PRINCE’S PALACE

  Jennie Adams

  Pretending to be a princess

  Mel Watson’s just a normal girl until a cab ride turns into an invitation to a whole new life. It’s not until she hears her cab driver being addressed as “Your Highness” that she realizes she’s stumbled into a fairy tale.…

  Prince Rikardo can’t believe he’s collected the wrong wannabe princess. Mel’s far from the cynical social climber he planned for—the tempting softness in her eyes makes him wary. For Rikardo’s long given up on love: he wants a temporary wife...and proposing to this sweet, ordinary girl feels all too real.

  “Welcome to the palace.” Rik leaned closer to speak quietly into Mel’s ear.

  “Thank you. That is…” Mel’s breath caught in her throat as she became suddenly very aware of his closeness. She’d laid her head on his shoulder, had slept the hours of the flight away inhaling the scent of his cologne. On some level of consciousness Mel knew the pace of his breathing, knew how it felt to have him sleep with his ear tucked against the top of her head. The feel of the cloth of his suit coat against her arm…his body warmth reaching her through the fabric.

  For a moment consciousness and subconscious memory, nearness and scent, and whatever else it was that had made her aware of him even initially, through a fog of medication, filled Mel. She forgot the vital need to explain to him that he’d made a mistake and she had, too. She forgot everything but his nearness and the uneven beat of her heart.

  Dear Reader,

  Take one modern-day prince, add an everyday girl and an unconventional marriage arrangement, and watch the unanticipated romance unfold.

  Invitation to the Prince’s Palace is my first royal story, and I’m so excited to be exploring the fantasy of an everyday girl marrying literally the prince of her dreams.

  One of my pleasures is to throw characters with differing backgrounds, histories and outlooks together and watch the sparks fly as they resist each other, fall for each other and figure out how to overcome the odds to be together. I’ve particularly enjoyed writing Rikardo and Melanie’s story. It has given me the chance to consider what it might be like for an ordinary girl to be swept off her feet and into a complete fantasy world—one she doesn’t believe she deserves or would be able to live in. Watch her prince figure out how to convince her, and watch him come to believe that true love can indeed happen—even when it’s the last thing he has planned!

  I hope you enjoy the story of Australian cook Melanie Watson and her wonderful European prince, Rikardo Ettonbierre as much as I enjoyed writing it.

  With love from Australia,

  Jennie

  Australian author Jennie Adams grew up in a rambling farmhouse surrounded by books, and by people who loved reading them. She decided at a young age to be a writer, but it took many years and a lot of scenic detours before she sat down to pen her first romance novel. Jennie has worked in a number of careers and voluntary positions, including transcription typist and preschool assistant. She is the proud mother of three fabulous adult children, and makes her home in a small inland city in New South Wales. In her leisure time Jennie loves long, rambling walks, discovering new music, starting knitting projects that she rarely finishes, chatting with friends, trips to the movies and new dining experiences.

  Jennie loves to hear from her readers, and can be contacted via her website at www.jennieadams.net.

  Books by Jennie Adams

  HIS PLAIN-JANE CINDERELLA

  SURPRISE: OUTBACK PROPOSAL

  WHAT’S A HOUSEKEEPER TO DO?

  DAYCARE MOM TO WIFE

  Other titles by this author available in ebook format.

  For Kara

  Contents

  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

  EPILOGUE

  EXCERPT

  CHAPTER ONE

  ‘YOU’RE here. I expected to have to wait longer.’ Melanie Watson tried not to sound too desperately relieved to see the cab driver, but she was relieved. She’d been saving money to try to start a new life away from her aunt, uncle and cousin. She still didn’t have enough, but tonight she’d experienced very clearly just how soul-destroying it truly could be to live among people who postured rather than accepted, who used rather than loved.

  The family’s gloves had come off and Mel had made the choice to leave now whether she was quite financially ready, or not.

  Mel had waited until her cousin had disappeared into her suite of rooms, and unt
il her aunt and uncle had fallen into bed. She’d cleaned up every speck of the kitchen because she never left a job half done, and then she’d ordered a cab, left a note in her room, packed her life into suitcases and carried it to the kerb.

  Mel tried to focus her gaze on a suburb painted in shades of silvery dawn. The sun would rise fully soon. The wispy chill would lift. Clarity and the new day would come and things would look better. If she could only stay awake and alert for that long.

  She really felt quite odd right now, off kilter with an unpleasant buzzing in her head. She didn’t exactly feel she might be about to faint, but…she didn’t feel right, that was for sure.

  ‘It’s a nice time for a drive. It’ll be really quiet and peaceful.’ That sounded hopeful, didn’t it? At least a little bit positive and not overly blurry?

  With the kind of anonymity born of speaking to a total stranger, Mel confided, ‘I’m a bit under the weather. I had an allergic reaction earlier and I didn’t get to take anything for it until just now. The medication is having a lot stronger impact on me than I thought it would.’

  She’d got the treatment from her cousin’s stash while Nicolette had seen off the last of the wealthy guests. Maybe Mel shouldn’t have helped herself that way, but she’d been desperate.

  Mel drew a breath and tried for a chirpy tone that emerged with an edge of exhaustion. ‘But I’m ready to leave. Melbourne airport here we come.’

  ‘I arrived earlier than anticipated so I’m grateful that you are ready.’

  She thought he might have murmured, ‘Grateful and somewhat surprised’ before he went on.

  ‘And I’m pleased to hear your enthusiasm despite the problem of allergies. Might I ask what caused them?’ The taxi driver’s brows lifted as though he didn’t quite know what to make of her.

  Fair enough. Mel didn’t know what to make of herself right now. She’d fulfilled her obligations, had pulled off all the beautiful desserts and other food for the dinner party despite harassment from her relatives and cleaned up afterwards when the party had finally ended.

  Now she really needed her wits about her to leave, and they weren’t co-operating. Instead, they wanted to fall asleep standing up. Like a tram commuter after a big day’s work, or a girl who’d taken a maximum dose allergy pill on top of a night of no sleep and wheezing and swallowing back sneezes and getting a puffy face and puffy eyes.

  ‘My cousin bought a new perfume. She sprayed it near me and off I went. Apparently I’m allergic to gardenias.’ Mel dug for the remnants of her sense of humour. She knew it was still in there somewhere! ‘Just don’t give me any big bunches of those and I’m sure we’ll be fine.’

  ‘I will see to that. And you are right. It is a good time for a drive. The Melbourne cityscape is charming, even in pre-dawn light.’ His words seemed so serious, and his gaze focused on her eyes, then on the spot where the dimple had come and gone in her cheek as she made her small joke. Would the dimple have offset her red nose and puffy face? Somehow Mel doubted it.

  Mel focused on him, too. It was difficult not to because the man was top-to-toe gorgeous. Tall, a little over six feet to her five feet four and beautifully lean. Mel blinked to try to clear her drowsy vision.

  He’d spoken in that lovely accent, too. French? No, but something European, Mel thought, to go with his tanned skin and black hair and the almost regal way he carried himself. He had lovely shoulders, just broad enough that a woman could run her hands over them to appreciate their beauty, or lay her head to rest there and know she could feel secure.

  He wore an understated, expensive-looking suit. That was a bit unusual for a cab service, wasn’t it? And his eyes—they weren’t hazel or brown but a glorious deep blue.

  ‘I just want to curl up.’ Maybe that explained her reaction to him because his broad shoulders looked more appealing by the moment.

  ‘Perhaps we’d better get your luggage loaded first, Nicol—’ The rest of the word was drowned by the double beep of a car’s unlocking device. He reached for the first two suitcases.

  She must have given her full name of Nicole Melanie Watson when she booked the taxi. Since going to live with her aunt and uncle at age eight, Mel had only been known by her middle name. It felt strange to hear the first one again. Strange and a little shivery, because, even hearing only part of the word, his accent and the beautiful cadence of his voice made it sound special.

  Oh, Mel. For goodness’ sake.

  ‘It’s a pretty set of luggage. I like the floral design.’ Was Mel making sense? She’d rescued the luggage when her cousin Nicolette had wanted to throw it out, but of course this man didn’t need to hear that. And she didn’t need to be quite so aware of him, either!

  ‘You wouldn’t lose the luggage easily. The design is quite distinctive.’ He cast her a sideways glance. ‘You are quite decided about this?’

  ‘I’m decided.’ Had he had people try to scam him out of fares? Mel would never do that. She knew what it was like to try to live on a tight budget. Her aunt and uncle might be well off, but they’d never seen the need to do more than meet the basic costs of taking her in. Once she reached working age, they’d expected her to return their investment by providing cheap kitchen labour. For the sake of her emotional health, Mel had to consider any debt paid now. ‘I won’t change my mind.’

  She glanced to where he’d parked and saw, rather than a taxicab, an unmarked car. The cab agency had said there was a shortage of cabs but she hadn’t realised someone might come for her in their private car in their off-duty time. Wouldn’t that be against company policy?

  And the car was a really posh one, all sleek dark lines and perfectly polished. That didn’t seem right for a cab driver, did it? How would he afford it? Mel frowned.

  ‘Did you come straight from a formal dinner or something?’ It must have been a really late night.

  The words slipped out before she could censor them. The thought that followed worried her a little, but he’d have had sleep wouldn’t he? He looked rested.

  You’ll be perfectly safe with him, Mel. It won’t be like—

  She cut the thought off. That was a whole other cause of pain for Mel, and she didn’t want to let it in. The night had been tough enough.

  ‘Most dinners I attend are formal unless I have a night with my brothers.’ Rikardo spoke decisively and yet…his guest didn’t look as he’d expected. She didn’t…seem as he’d expected. Her openness and almost a sense of naivety…must be because she wasn’t feeling well.

  He tucked the odd thoughts away, and tucked his passenger into the front seat beside his. ‘You may rest, if you wish. Perhaps by the time we arrive at the airport your allergy medication will have done its job and you’ll be back to normal.’

  ‘I doubt that. I feel as though I’ve been felled by elephant medicine.’ She yawned again. ‘Excuse me. I can’t seem to stop.’

  * * *

  He’d collected a drowsy and puffy version of Sleeping Beauty. That was what Prince Rikardo Eduard Ettonbierre thought as the airport formalities ended and he carried Nicolette Watson onto the royal private jet and lowered her into a seat.

  She’d slept most of the way to the airport and right through the boarding process. The medication had indeed got the better of her, but she was still very definitely…a sleeping beauty.

  Despite the puffy face she seemed to have held her age well since the days when she’d been part of his university crowd during his time in Australia. She’d been two years behind him, but he’d known even then that Nicolette wanted to climb to the heights of social success.

  Though their paths had not crossed since those days, Nicolette had made it a point to send Christmas cards, mark his birthday, invite him as her personal guest to various events, and in other ways to keep her name in front of him. Rik had felt awkward about that pursuit. He didn’t really know wha
t to say now, to explain his lack of response to all those overtures.

  Perhaps it was better to leave that alone and focus on what they were about to achieve. He’d carefully considered several women for this task. In the end he’d chosen to ask Nicolette. He’d known there would be no chance he would fall for her romantically, and because of her ambitious nature he’d been confident she would agree to the plan. She’d been the sensible choice.

  Rik had been right about Nicolette. When he’d contacted her, she’d jumped at this opportunity to elevate her social status. And rather than someone closer by, who might continue to brush constantly through his social circles once this was all over, when their agreement ended, Rik could return Nicolette to Australia.

  ‘You should have allowed me to carry her, Your Highness.’ One of his bodyguards murmured the words not quite in chastisement, but in something close to it. ‘Even driving a car by yourself to get her— You haven’t given us sufficient information about this journey to allow us to properly provide for your safety.’

  ‘There is nothing further to be revealed just at the moment, Fitz.’ Rik would deal with the eruption of public and royal interest in due course but there was no need for that just yet. ‘And you know I like to get behind the wheel any time I can. Besides, I let you follow in a second car and park less than a block away. Try not to worry.’ Rik offered a slight smile. ‘As for carrying her, wasn’t it more important for you to have your hands free in case of an emergency?’

  The man grimaced before he conceded. ‘You are correct, Prince Rikardo.’

  ‘I am correct occasionally.’ Rik grinned and settled into his seat beside Nicolette.

  Was he mad to enter into this kind of arrangement to outwit his father, the king? Rik had enjoyed his combination of hard work and fancy-free social life for the past ten years. As third in line to the throne, he’d seen no reason to change that state of affairs any time soon, if at all. But now…