“Do you like it?” Tony came up behind her. He had seemed tentative about touching her throughout their trip—almost as if he, too, couldn’t believe that any of this was real, despite being the mastermind behind it all. Now, he had maneuvered so close to her, she could feel the warmth of his body accompanying the idle brush of his hand. Diana leaned into the touch until it became a caress; finding the familiar indent in his shoulder, she pillowed herself against it as she gazed out at the view.

  “Like it?” she repeated. “I don’t have words to describe what I’m feeling.”

  “Neither do I.”

  Tony turned her around to face him. Diana’s eyes flew to his, but her shock was no match for the surprise of his lips against hers. His left hand cupped her face; his right arm wound around the small of her back and constricted, pulling her in against him.

  She had never been kissed with such intensity: not by Tony, not by anyone. The lights of the city seemed to spark and shower outward like firecrackers, and the stars above to tilt, as Tony’s lips seized her own and drew her in. He kissed her as if he needed her more than oxygen, as if he craved her, as if they could never be separated again—as if parting wasn’t even a concept that had been invented yet.

  Diana threw her arms around his neck and let passion take hold. His fingers constricted at the small of her back, curling into the soft cotton of her shirt. She never wanted to let go of him again, and every pass of his hand, every caress, told her he felt the same.

  But Tony did draw back eventually, gazing into her eyes. She was dizzy from his kisses, had no idea how long they had stood there together, wrapped in each other’s embrace. He took her hands and lowered her onto the window seat. The window seat! Tony’s love might have momentarily knocked her senseless and speechless, but even she could find time to fangirl a little more over their location.

  “I want to have the Babymoon here,” Tony whispered. He stroked a strand of hair back from her cheek, then thumbed her cheekbone tenderly. He didn’t seem able to break away from her, and Diana certainly wasn’t about to complain. His every touch sent an unbearably erotic pulse through her. “If that’s all right with you. I’ve made all the arrangements, but they can be as easily cancelled if you change your mind.”

  Diana snorted at the offer and watched the tentative smile start to edge back out across his face. “Really?” she inquired, voice pitched low. “You bring me to the most famous room in the world, located in the heart of one of the most romantic cities ever built—you drop a word like Babymoon on me—and you think I’d rather be anywhere else?”

  “I want you to know that the world is at your feet, Diana,” Tony murmured. “You and our child will never want for anything again.”

  “And what if what I want is you?” she whispered.

  Tony drew a ragged breath, and the caressing of his fingers stilled. “Then I hate to inform you that you’ve had me. All along. I’m yours, Diana Harrington—and I couldn’t ask for a better life than one where I can call you mine.”

  “Then we’re agreed,” she replied. She smiled as she shifted forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Seriously, though, how do you even know what a Babymoon is?”

  “Are you kidding?” Tony grinned as he pulled her close. “I devoured those books.”

  “Did you?” She scoffed with disbelief and cocked an eyebrow, but there was no winning this confrontation when she refused to move from his arms. “Next thing I know, you’re going to tell me you really are a member of that marketing team I was supposed to meet with in Fiji.”

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He followed this observation with a chuckle, and Diana snuggled closer so she could feel the reverberations of his deep laugh inside her—so that their baby could know the laugh of his or her father. “Seems to me like you’ve got a thing for marketing guys, if our first meeting is anything to go by. I don’t mind a little roleplay. How about you?”

  Diana swatted his shoulder, then laughed as he pulled her in against him and fell back against the windowsill. “Is your company aware of your fraternizing, Mr. Harrington?” she asked him, mockingly echoing the Diana of their first meeting.

  Tony grinned. “This trip represents the most time I’ve ever spent away from my office, Mrs. Harrington. And the only thing I intend to work is you. I hope you’re ready to put in long hours.”

  “Born ready.” She couldn’t suppress the giddy smile that overcame her as Tony nosed his way in for another kiss. Her smile gave beneath the firm command of his lips, and she knew those long hours were about to start—tonight.

  She could drink in that famous view again in the morning. Right now, all she wanted was her husband.

  Epilogue

  They were finally throwing a party his wife could get behind.

  “I love this idea,” Diana gushed for what must have been the hundredth time as she returned to his side. In her arms, she cradled one-month-old Adeline, their daughter, named for Tony’s grandmother.

  Tony turned to his wife. He hadn’t even finished his first glass of wine for the evening, yet he found himself unable to contain the goofy grin that spread across his face whenever he saw her. “I know. What can I say? I’m an ideas man.”

  She could gush to him a hundred times more, and he still wouldn’t tire of it. He loved seeing his radiant wife positively beaming, in her element as she made the rounds of friends and family with Adeline. Their tiny treasure was dressed in an outfit perfectly coordinated to her mother’s, a doll-sized white dress trimmed with a froth of lace. She wore a pink fabric flower headband stretched across her downy hair, a perfect replica of the Tahitian gardenias found in Fiji. Gavin’s wife, Sarah, who loved everything botanical, had offered to procure real ones for the event.

  Tony stood awash in their perfume in the Starlight Castle ballroom, but for once, any reminder of Fiji didn’t fill him with longing for distant shores. This was his home with Diana, and wherever he went with his wife, enchantment was sure to follow.

  And if it didn’t? Cutting a check or two was perfectly capable of bringing paradise to them.

  “Bringing Fiji to our countrymen.” Diana sighed and laid her head on his shoulder. Adeline gurgled her delighted approval between them. “I wonder what island you’ll turn our ballroom into next?”

  “I was thinking the Eastern Shore of Fiji.” Tony drew her in close.

  “Oh, the Eastern Shore. I loved that beach.”

  “I know you did. And I made love to you on that beach.”

  “Tony.” Diana’s harsh whisper came in the wake of a harsher pinch to his shoulder, and Tony chuckled around his wince. “Not in front of the baby!”

  “I highly doubt she’ll retain any of this. At least, that’s what all your parenting books have taught me,” Tony defended. Diana sighed in what he sensed was fake exasperation, even as she obviously couldn’t contain her own grin. “But I’m keeping that headband long after she grows out of it. It’s cute,” he added.

  “I can order you one in your size,” Diana suggested.

  “Order anything you like.” Tony nuzzled into her neck, inciting a small shiver in his wife. “The world is yours now.”

  “It always has been,” she protested. “I’ve traveled more than you have.”

  “But now that you’re married to me, its every corner is accessible,” Tony pointed out. He withdrew his head and leveled a contemplative look at her. Diana pursed her lips in an apparent attempt to return his serious expression. “And speaking of marriages, I’ve been thinking.”

  “Don’t hurt yourself.”

  “I was thinking that we should arrange a marriage between little Adeline and Eric Burrows.” Tony nodded across the room, and Diana turned to look. Gavin and Sarah stood by one of the larger flower displays; Sarah was speaking adamantly, clear fire in her eyes, and Gavin leaned in close to listen to her lecture. They were holding their twins, Emily and Eric; despite the fact that the twins were fraternal, Tony still couldn’t tell them apart from a distance. “What do you think?” he prompted Diana. “It’d be cute, right? Unite the families? Split the castles?”

  “Because arranged marriages have worked so well for your family,” his wife teased. “How is Cecilia, by the way?”

  It took Tony a moment to recognize the reference to his former fiancée. “Cecily,” he corrected. “And last I heard, she married for love.”

  “You’re still in touch with her, then?” Diana raised a suggestive eyebrow.

  “Gotta keep her as a backup option, right?”

  “You’re despicable.”

  “You’re beautiful,” he countered as he pulled her in. It had been a month since little Adeline’s birth, and already they had perfected kissing with her cradled between them. He captured Diana’s laughing mouth with his own, tasting her and allowing himself to be tasted in turn. God, he could live a hundred years and never get enough of his own wife. Diana, more than anything else this evening, reminded him of Fiji.

  And they had a permanent reminder, too, of that week when they had both fallen helplessly in love. Tony dragged out their kiss, savoring Diana’s bottom lip until he sensed her breaths coming quicker. When he pulled back, Adeline was in his arms. He held his daughter close like a cherished trophy, laughing at Diana’s stunned expression.

  “Hey. No fair,” his wife protested with a breathless smile. Her green eyes kindled with a fire he knew he would feel the heat of later in their bedroom. Their shared bedroom.

  “Get out there and charm someone other than your husband,” Tony advised her. “Enjoy the evening, Diana, and take a much-needed load off. I’ll take care of our little gardenia.”

  “I love you.” Diana rose up on her toes and kissed him lingeringly on the cheek, then pulled away.

  “I love you, too,” he promised. Tony watched his wife walk away, her hips sashaying, her heels decidedly not three inches tall and her legs still looking divine. She reconvened with his mother, Constance, and the two women—now the best of friends, despite their rocky start—moved together to join the rest of the party. Diana cast him a last look over her shoulder and blew a kiss as Tony gazed after her with a longing he would nurture for the rest of his life. Only they knew what they had been through together; only they knew what it took to make this love work.

  And what a love it was.

  “How do you like that view?” he whispered, rocking his daughter in time with the gentle Fijian music that was accompanying their evening. He gently touched the baby’s palm, and Adeline cooed and took hold of his finger as if holding his hand. In that moment, Tony’s heart swelled larger than any castle ballroom.

  This, well and truly, was a room with a view.

  End of The Tycoon’s Convenient Bride

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  Katie Crestley is in a world of trouble. A blacklisted journalist and desperate for money, Katie takes the only other job she’s remotely qualified for: nanny to the two adopted daughters of the youngest prince of Stolvenia. But just as she’s given up on her dream of becoming a legitimate journalist, the editor of a major Stolvenian newspaper approaches her. With a new anti-royalist movement growing in the small country, getting the dirt on the royal family could lead to big things for Katie’s career. She’s reluctant, but if she’d rather stick to her morals, then the editor will just have to let the royal family know about her scandalous past—ensuring she’ll be fired.

  With little other choice, Katie caves to the blackmail and agrees to spy on her boss. Problem is, the longer she works for Prince Armin Albericht Von Roth, the more she realizes what a good, selfless man he is. Worse, she’s falling hard for him and knows he’ll never forgive her if he finds out what she’s done…

  Armin always does what is right and believes everyone else should follow suit. Structure, rules, and protocol are what’s important. So he’s taken aback when he learns his late best friend named him guardian of his two little girls. What does he know about children? He’d thought a nanny would set things straight, but Katie is far too pretty, far too free spirited, far too distracting. She doesn’t follow rules. She doesn’t understand the importance of structure. She’s getting under his skin, disrupting not only his life, but his very thoughts—which seem to be centered more and more on her…

  But as Armin begins to fall for his daughters’ beautiful nanny, can he forgive her once he finds out what she’s really doing in the palace? Or will it be best for him and his daughters to forget the pretty American who made their lives a little brighter?

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  EXCERPT

  Chapter One

  There was nothing worse than waiting to be called for an interview. Katie was sure of it.

  She sat up straight in her chair, trying to exude confidence to whoever might be watching. It was a feeling that followed her everywhere—that someone was looking, and had already found her unworthy. It wouldn’t be hard to do, if they’d looked her up and seen the mistakes she’d made.

  Fortunately, she wasn’t waiting on an interview at one of the major news networks in the United States. They’d know her name there already. There was no good face she could put on what she’d done—not yet. Not until the news cycles were well in the past and everyone had stopped gossiping about the biggest entertainment journalism scandal in the last five years at least.

  Katie pushed those thoughts out of her mind. She couldn’t walk into this interview with that weight on her shoulders. She’d have to push past it. Visualize. She needed to visualize the interview being madly successful. It would start when she walked into the room to meet the interviewer. Hello. I’m so pleased to meet you. My name is Katie Crestley.

  There was no way it could go but successfully—not if she wanted to keep her head above water. Katie’s resources were rapidly running out. She’d spent the last year traveling from country to country, all over Europe, and her savings were down to the last dregs. All of her travels hadn’t succeeded in getting her a new journalism job—any journalism job—and her freelance prospects had completely dried up. No—it wasn’t that. She could talk her way into any number of low-paying freelance jobs for different blogs and websites.

  Finishing those jobs was another story.

  Writer’s block crippled her ability to string words together on the page. And it wasn’t just for paying jobs. She’d bought journal after journal on her travels, then sat with her pen poised over the page, never writing anything. Eventually they’d all gone to resale shops.

  Which is how she’d found herself in Stolvenia.

  There’d been an unrest there recently that heated her blood and set her journalistic instincts singing.

  She’d read about the situation on a blog, late at night, and it had piqued her interest.

  The people wanted to topple the monarchy.

  She tapped her foot faster against the floor thinking of it. A faction of anti-royalists were out to completely dismantle the political system in the country. The monarchy had stood for six hundred years, and there were those in Stolvenia who were tired of its rule. To hear their views on it, the royal family had been oppressive rulers, always holding the country back from real progress. Not so from the monarchy’s point of view, of course. But the king had agreed to a referendum, putting the question to the people and allowing them to vote on whether they wished to keep the monarchy or let it go. As the voting day approached, tensions continued to climb with both sides doing whatever they could to win the hearts and minds of the Stolvenian people.

  A hard-hitting piece on those tensions could launch her back into the career she’d always wanted. Katie bought her train ticket the next morning, hoping and praying that being somewhere so politically charged and exciting would spark her passion for writing that had gone dormant.

  But until it did, she needed a way to pay her bills. And aside from journalism, the only career she had any experience in was childcare. That was what brought her here—applying for a nanny position in the household of Stolvenia’s youngest prince, Armin. The opportunity was so perfect that it almost felt like fate. Not only was it a job she could do well, giving her a chance to rebuild her confidence while replenishing her savings, but it would also give her an invaluable insight into how the Stolvenian monarchy really worked.