Recklessly Royal

by Nichole Chase

  “You left me for the vultures.” David leaned close and whispered in my ear.

  “Oh, I didn’t know you had those here.” I widened my eyes and tried to look innocent.

  “Oh, that is not going to work on me.” He traced my cheek with one finger. “They were just staring at me and didn’t hear a word I said.”

  “Well, it’s your fault for being so cute.” I placed my hands on his plaid-covered chest. “The whole lumber jack think really works for you.”

  “It did snag me a princess.” His eyes twinkled.

  “That is true.” I toyed with the pocket on his chest. “And now that you have one, what are you going to do with her?”

  He leaned down so that his mouth barely touched my ear. “I can’t say what I’m going to do because there are too many kids around.”

  “Are you sure that said princess will go for your plans?” I raised an eyebrow as he moved his face so that his lips were a mere breath away from mine.

  “She did this morning.” Ever so softly he pressed his mouth to mine.

  “You know, I always thought I wanted a knight in shining armor.” I broke away from his kiss and looked up at him with a smile. “But I like my dashing rogue much better.”

  “Angel, shiny armor just means the knight never went to battle.” He kissed my temple. “And I’d fight dragons for you.”

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  WRITING A BOOK is a bit like raising a child. It’s been said that it takes a village, and in this case, that couldn’t be closer to the truth.

  A huge thank-you to my agent, Rebecca Friedman, who has stood beside me through this endeavor and held my hand the whole way. I’m very lucky to have her on my side. I also have to tell KP Simmon thank you for listening to my crazy blatherings and random thoughts. She never once laughed at me.

  I’d owe my family an apology for all of the fast food we ate while I was writing this book, but they probably preferred it that way. In all seriousness, I will never be able to thank my husband enough for his love and support while I pound away at this career I’m carving out. His strength and belief in me gets me through the toughest of days.

  My daughter is a whopping four years old and she told me the other day that she wanted to write books. While that made me tear up, I’m positive that she will do wonderfully at whatever path she chooses in life—though I will always tell her to take the one less traveled. Thank you, sweet potato, for being so patient while Mommy turned her imaginary friends into characters in a book.

  A huge and massive thank-you to my friends and family for supporting me while I was writing this book. My sister, as usual, is my rock and source of confidence. She never lets me down. My mother, father, and stepfather have been my cheerleaders from the get-go, constantly cheering me on from the sidelines. My best friend was there to listen to me cry and laugh, and to lift my spirits or just commiserate.

  A big thank-you to the Thorntons, our adopted family, for being a ray of sunshine and constantly pushing me forward. (And for putting up with all the craziness that goes with having a pirate ship in your backyard. Argh.)

  Thank you to Tessa Woodward for taking a chance on me and my books. It’s been a fun and interesting journey, and I’m so glad that I get to work with you.

  For the readers who have followed me from the beginning, thank you. It’s because of you that I do what I do.

  EXCERPT FROM SUDDENLY ROYAL

  Want to see how it all began?

  Keep reading for a glimpse

  of Sam and Alex’s story,

  ONE

  Royal Donors Cause Congestion on Campus

  —COLLEGE DAILY

  TO SAY MY day was not going well, would be like saying the French Revolution had been a bit troublesome for Marie Antoinette. My truck had coughed and sputtered all the way to school. I couldn’t find my gloves, so my fingers had turned into frozen sticks by the time I reached my classroom. Only half of the students in my first class showed up, and then I couldn’t find the tests I had spent the entire weekend grading. My entire day was turning into a bad country song. By the time lunch rolled around I had been more than ready for a break. I snagged a sandwich and ate it on my way to the library. The server for our building was down and I needed to do some research.

  Crossing campus, I had to wade through a crowd of people. It was like the entire student body had gathered in the middle of the school for a pep rally. Hordes of giggling freshmen were pushing their way to the front and one of them elbowed me, making me drop the notebook I was carrying. The fraternities and sororities had painted signs and hung them on trees to welcome someone. I grimaced when I realized one of them was actually a sheet that didn’t look very clean. I looked from the signs to the crowd and realized I would never be able to make it up the stairs to the library. Standing in the middle of the steps was a group of people, but my eyes focused on the tall blond man. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from him. He was joking with a girl while she batted her eyes and twirled a lock of hair around her finger.

  I tried to see exactly why everyone was so excited, but none of it made sense. Donors came to the school all the time and most of the self-absorbed student body never noticed. The man on the steps was attractive enough to be a movie star and that had to be what had brought the mob out.

  “Do you see him, Sam? The prince?” One of the girls in my first class pulled on my arm.

  “Prince? Yeah, I see him.” A prince? A real-life prince with a crown and throne? No wonder the masses were out in the snow. A royal donor would bring out everyone. Movie stars were one thing, but a prince? That wasn’t something you saw every day. I wondered why royalty would be donating to our school, but standing out in the cold watching some guy flirt was not part of my plans. I only had a little longer before I had to be at the research center and a lot to get done in the meantime.

  “He’s gorgeous,” the girl gushed while her friends made noises of agreement.

  “Yeah, I guess.” I rolled my eyes.

  “Even you have to admit he’s hot.” She laughed at me. What the hell did that mean? I wasn’t blind. Of course I noticed he was hot. What the hell kind of good would that do me? I’d never see him again. He was a freaking prince!

  Spinning on my heel, I headed for a side entrance, only to see it was blocked by police. Gritting my teeth, I stomped through the snow to the back entrance. It took forever, because I was dodging mobs of people. I almost tripped on a cord and the news reporter hollered at me. I gave him my best eat-shit-and-die look, but he wasn’t fazed. By the time I reached the back steps I was ready to murder someone.

  There was a group of cops standing at the door, but I didn’t care. I marched up and went straight for the entrance.

  “You can’t go in there, miss.”

  “Why not? I pay tuition so I can use this library.”

  “It’s closed right now. Should be open again in an hour or so.”

  “I’ll be busy in an hour.” I gave him my best imitation of puppy eyes. “I just need to use the Internet and check out some books. Please? I’ll be good. One of you guys can come in with me.”

  “Sorry.”

  I took a deep breath, the cold air stinging my lungs, and turned back toward the parking lot. My angry breath caused plumes of fog as I stomped across the pavement. I went straight to my truck, cranked it up, and headed for the center. The stars had not aligned and I wouldn’t be doing what I had needed to, so I might as well throw myself into the other part of my work.

  I weaved through the campus traffic, careful to not run over any of the people that seemed to see vehicles on icy roads as anything but dangerous. Thankfully, the closer I got to the wildlife center, the fewer people were out to annoy me. My old truck slid into a parking spot, coughing noisily. Ready to move on to the favorite part of my day, I hurried inside and immediately felt better. Working with the birds brightened my mood. After checking through the cages to make sure there were no problems, I moved to weighing and measuring the birds. When I g
ot to Dover, an owl who had been hit by a car, I cooed softly. She had lost an eye, so tended to be nervous when people approached her mew.

  “Hi, sweetheart. Time for some food.” I unlocked the cage door and stepped in slowly. I untied the string that held her to her perch and gave her a good look-over.

  Once I had her in the office, I weighed her, careful to note the exact amount in our logs before getting her food.

  “Eat up. You know you want it.” I lifted the mouse to her beak but she turned away. “Aw, c’mon, Dover. It’s yummy mouse guts. Your favorite.”

  She ruffled her feathers and sighed. Dover was beautiful, but getting her to eat was always a frustrating process. I lifted the mouse to her beak again, making sure she could see the food out of her good eye. Delicately, as if she was doing me a favor, she took a small bite.

  “That’s it,” I hummed. “Eat up.”

  Slowly she lifted her claw and grasped the mouse. I sighed in relief. She needed to eat to keep her weight up. It was also how we administered her medicine. Dover was a smart bird and I suspected she knew we were putting something in her food.

  Once she was done, I took a few measurements and took her back to her mew. I checked the cage quickly and then cleaned up any mess she had made. I checked all our logbooks to make sure nothing had been missed, made a few notes about a Harris hawk with an injured wing, and closed up shop.

  I felt much better by the time I was ready to leave. The annoyances from earlier didn’t seem like such a big deal and I was looking forward to getting home. After double-checking the medicines and the food for the next day, I flipped the lights and headed out the door. I fished out my keys to lock the gate as I neared the entrance. No one else would be in until the morning.

  “Samantha Rousseau?”

  I looked up at the man standing just outside the gate to my research center. Dark pants met with a black blazer and an equally boring tie. The only thing remarkable about him was the expensive pair of sunglasses sitting on his nose and the little gizmo tucked into his ear, complete with a curly cord running down into his shirt collar.

  “Yeah?” I finished locking the bottom of the gate and stood up. He wasn’t a very tall man, possibly my father’s age, but he radiated power. Since I tend to have issues with authority, I immediately disliked the guy. He hadn’t really given me a reason to not like him, but people that think they’re better than you or know more than you make me itch.

  “Are you Samantha Rousseau?” he asked again. He didn’t introduce himself or make an attempt to appear friendly. No offer to shake hands.

  “Who wants to know?” I slung my bag over my shoulder as I headed toward the old pickup I drive. Authority dude followed close behind, making my hackles rise even farther.

  “If you are Samantha, I need to speak with you privately.”

  I threw my bag into the back of my truck and turned around to look at him. I didn’t bother to keep the annoyance off my face when I realized how close he was standing to me. “Well, if I was Samantha, you’re in luck. There isn’t anyone else around.” I motioned toward the unoccupied parking lot. We were the only two people.

  His frosty expression seemed to crack a little and he gave me something that could almost pass as a smile. “Miss Rousseau, I would like to ask you to accompany me. I have someone who would like to speak to you downtown.”

  “Uh, yeah. That’s not going to happen, Mr. Uptight. Look, if you’re here about my father’s medical bills, I made a payment today. If he could make any more payments, then we would, but since he can’t work I doubt that’s going to happen anytime soon.” I yanked open the door to my truck and started to climb in. A hand landed on my shoulder and I reacted without thinking. Grabbing his fingers, I twisted as I turned and swung my other arm around in an attempt to clock him. Unfortunately he seemed to be expecting this move and countered smoothly. Taking his hand back, he ducked under my swing and danced out of the way.

  “Who the hell do you think you are?” Brushing some of my brown hair out of my eyes, I glared at him. The fact that his weird smile had grown made me even more irritated.

  “Nicely executed, Miss Rousseau. You almost had me.” The FBI wannabe nodded his head at me. I clenched my fists at my sides to keep from trying to cream him. What a snide little—

  “Here is my card. My name is Duvall. It would please my boss a great deal if you could meet us for dinner tonight. She is staying at the Parallel and has dinner reservations set for eight-thirty at the restaurant downstairs.” I looked at his card and then back to his face. What on earth could this be about? The Parallel was the nicest hotel in town. I looked back at his card and noticed the odd crest at the top. A small bird rested on a branch that wrapped around a blue shield. Who was this weird little dude wearing an earpiece?

  “Who’s your boss?”

  “The Duchess Rose Sverelle of Dollange.”

  I looked at him for a moment to see if he was joking. Nope, his face was still set in that frosty, serious expression. I blinked slowly and looked back at his card before returning my eyes to his face.

  “I think you have the wrong Samantha. There is no reason a duchess would be looking for me.” I climbed into the driver’s seat and he closed the door once my leg was in, attempting a smile. It looked weird on his face, as if he wasn’t used to doing it very often. I rolled down the window and tried to hand him back his business card, but he waved a hand to signal I should keep it.

  “You are Samantha Rousseau, wildlife biologist specializing in raptors? Graduate student, daughter of Martha Rousseau?”

  “Uh, yeah, but—” I shook my head when he stepped a little closer to the window.

  “I am very good at my job, Miss Rousseau. I was told to find Samantha Rousseau, and I have. The duchess’s reasons are her own.” He shrugged. “Of course, falconry is a large sport in our country. Perhaps it has something to do with that.”

  “And what country is that?” I looked back at his card as if it might offer some answers.

  “Lilaria.” He stepped away from the car and nodded to me. I looked at him for a moment in confusion. Eventually I threw the business card onto the pickup bench next to me and stuck my key in the ignition.

  “Okay, Duvall. I might be there, but I’m a pretty busy person. Got to check the calendar first.” With that, I threw the truck into reverse and backed up.

  “Of course.” He nodded at me as I switched to drive and pulled out of the parking lot. From the way he smirked at me, I was pretty sure he knew I was lying about being busy.

  I watched him get into his black sedan, noticing for the first time the little flags on the hood. What on Earth would a duchess want with me? How had I ended up on some royal’s radar? I hit the switch for the radio and leaned back into the old driver’s seat. My mind worked through reasons that someone from a country I barely knew existed could possibly want to speak to me. Maybe she was interested in the research center. But why would she come to me? Wouldn’t it make more sense for her to contact Dr. Geller? He would be the one to handle donations or any sort of involvement on her part. He was out of town; maybe he forgot to tell me this lady was coming.

  The truck coughed as it switched gears and I entered the on-ramp for the highway. The clock on the dashboard said it was almost five-thirty. Dr. Geller would still be in the field, so there was no point in calling him to find out what was going on. I’d just have to wing it. I snorted and sped the truck up. I didn’t have much time to change and make it back downtown.

  It wasn’t like I had anything else to do and she might be able to help the research center. The staff was making do with half the supplies they really needed to rehabilitate the injured raptors in their care. The cages were much smaller than they needed to be, and medical supplies were expensive. We’re always cutting out things from the budget to afford more medicines or training equipment.

  When I pulled up to the little house I shared with Jess, I sighed and parked at the curb. Her boyfriend was parked in my spot aga
in, not that it mattered since I was leaving soon. Yanking the key out of the ignition, I hopped out and grabbed my bag from the truck bed. When I opened the front door, the smell of fresh chili wafted to my nose and I groaned. It smelled delish. I dropped my bag and kicked off my boots before walking to the kitchen.

  Bert was wearing a flowered apron and stirring the chili with a large wooden spoon while Jess sat on the counter next to him. He held up the spoon for her to taste and she laughed when some of it dropped onto her legs. The little TV was on and there was some type of news show playing, which surprised me. Jess liked to watch all the pregame shows.

  “We made chili! Ready for the game?” When she saw me she smiled and waved me over.

  “I forgot about the game.” I looked over Bert’s shoulder at the chili and my stomach growled. “I made plans.”

  “Sam!” Jess groaned. “What could be more important than this game? It’s the most important game of the year.”

  “Every game is the most important game of the year to you.” I rolled my eyes and looked back at the TV. “What are you watching?”

  “Don’t,” Bert whispered. But it was too late.

  “Some idiot prince and duchess are in town and all the news stations are acting like it’s some kind of big deal.” Jess glared at the old television set. “It’s not like they’re from an important country or anything. I mean, I’m missing the stats from the other games!”

  “Oh.” I looked back at the TV, interested. There on the steps of the university’s new museum were the good-looking guy and an older, dignified woman. She used a gold pair of scissors to cut a red ribbon and waved at the people around her. The prince was speaking to a blond coed near the front door. He was definitely not a frumpy prince. Nope, not frumpy at all. Short blond hair, long legs, and broad shoulders. Even without the royal credentials, he would probably have snagged all the female’s attention. And from the cocky grin, it was obvious he knew it. I really hoped he wouldn’t be at dinner. Mainly because I didn’t want to stare at him like a dumbass. I was already nervous about meeting royalty.