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Excerpt from Dirty Prince
“There’s my woman,” I murmur, bending down to kiss her. I meant for it be just a brief peck, but just a small taste of Margarita’s lips is never enough. The kiss deepens and she hums into my mouth as our tongues tease one another. When we break apart, we stay close for a minute and I just stare at her.
“You’re such a caveman, Eddie. I don’t think anyone uses the term my woman anymore. It actually might have been forbidden when women began having careers, not babies.”
“Can’t they have both?” I ask her, noting the sadness back in her face.
“In a perfect world,” she says the furrowed lines in her forehead deepening as her despair comes more to the surface. I don’t want that. So, I switch gears.
“If it makes you feel better, I give you permission to call me your man too, Ree.”
Slowly she smiles, her eyes lighting, the sadness banished—at least for a moment.
“That’s awfully nice of you,” she laughs.
“I thought so. Just remember, the next time we’re out, and some man tries to hit on you, just tell them you have a man.”
“You’re crazy,” she admonishes, quietly.
“Over you, definitely,” I reply, kissing her again before moving away.
“Come back here and love on me,” she whines.
“I need a shower, Princess. Running is hard work,” I joke.
“I like you all sweaty and smelly,” she pouts.
“That’s because you’re usually the one to get me that way.”
“There’s my woman,” I murmur, bending down to kiss her. I meant for it be just a brief peck, but just a small taste of Margarita’s lips is never enough. The kiss deepens and she hums into my mouth as our tongues tease one another. When we break apart, we stay close for a minute and I just stare at her.
“You’re such a caveman, Eddie. I don’t think anyone uses the term my woman anymore. It actually might have been forbidden when women began having careers, not babies.”
“Can’t they have both?” I ask her, noting the sadness back in her face.
“In a perfect world,” she says the furrowed lines in her forehead deepening as her despair comes more to the surface. I don’t want that. So, I switch gears.
“If it makes you feel better, I give you permission to call me your man too, Ree.”
Slowly she smiles, her eyes lighting, the sadness banished—at least for a moment.
“That’s awfully nice of you,” she laughs.
“I thought so. Just remember, the next time we’re out, and some man tries to hit on you, just tell them you have a man.”
“You’re crazy,” she admonishes, quietly.
“Over you, definitely,” I reply, kissing her again before moving away.
“Come back here and love on me,” she whines.
“I need a shower, Princess. Running is hard work,” I joke.
“I like you all sweaty and smelly,” she pouts.
“That’s because you’re usually the one to get me that way.”
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MORE ABOUT DIRTY PRINCE
He’s sexy.
He’s filthy and he has bad idea written all over him.
As a princess, Margarita has always enjoyed the title and the privileges it gave.
That is until her father expects her to marry a prince of a small neighboring country.
A prince she has never met, nor has the inclination to meet.
In the twenty-first century, arranged marriages should be banned. Right?
Margarita’s father doesn’t agree.
She knows that when her father makes a decree, he’s more King than dad.
Which means she’s doomed.
So, Margarita makes one final plea.
She wants a vacation, to enjoy her last couple of weeks as a single woman.
Then, she will dutifully accept her fate, and marry Prince Archibald—which implies he’s definitely more frog than prince.
Surprisingly, her dad says yes.
Margarita is going to try and leave the single life behind with no regrets.
To hell with being a good girl.
Cue Eddie Andrews.
He’s got heartache written all over him.
He’s a definite love em’ and leave em’ kind of guy.
Which is fine. Because when this two-week vacation is over,
It will be Margarita who will be walking away.
At least that’s the plan.
He’s sexy.
He’s filthy and he has bad idea written all over him.
As a princess, Margarita has always enjoyed the title and the privileges it gave.
That is until her father expects her to marry a prince of a small neighboring country.
A prince she has never met, nor has the inclination to meet.
In the twenty-first century, arranged marriages should be banned. Right?
Margarita’s father doesn’t agree.
She knows that when her father makes a decree, he’s more King than dad.
Which means she’s doomed.
So, Margarita makes one final plea.
She wants a vacation, to enjoy her last couple of weeks as a single woman.
Then, she will dutifully accept her fate, and marry Prince Archibald—which implies he’s definitely more frog than prince.
Surprisingly, her dad says yes.
Margarita is going to try and leave the single life behind with no regrets.
To hell with being a good girl.
Cue Eddie Andrews.
He’s got heartache written all over him.
He’s a definite love em’ and leave em’ kind of guy.
Which is fine. Because when this two-week vacation is over,
It will be Margarita who will be walking away.
At least that’s the plan.
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