Aug 15 2017 11:12am

Elizabeth Davis Excerpt: A Royal Mistake

Elizabeth Davis

A Royal Mistake by Elizabeth Davis

Alex lives his life by the book.  That is what is to be expected of the Prince of Wales, after all.  And he enjoys order and predictability, so while the tabloids generally find him a snooze he’s perfectly content to live his life under the radar, placid and comfortable.

Serena Christensen is Hollywood’s latest It Girl, unafraid to call studios on their bullshit and used to causing scenes that wind up plastered all over the internet.  She’s wild and exciting and thrives on the unexpected.

But when one drunken night in Las Vegas brings the two of them together they just might end up making one royal mistake.

Get a sneak peek at Elizabeth Davis's A Royal Mistake (available August 15, 2017) with an exclusive excerpt of a selected scene.

February 12th, 2017
Las Vegas, Nevada

Alex blinked, and then blinked again.  And then again.  Something felt off, but his brain was swimming through wet concrete and it took him a minute to place it.

He could see the ceiling— that was it.  That was what was wrong.  The ceiling— ornately decorated plaster with gold leaf— was in perfect focus, instead of just a blur of white and gold.  He could feel his contacts too, hard circles of plastic resting uncomfortably on his eyes.  He hadn’t fallen asleep in his contacts in years, not since that night with his rugby brothers back at uni.  And given the way his head was pounding, he’d had at least as much to drink as he had then, if not more.

soft noise to his left made him turn his head, only to awaken four hundred elves with sledgehammers inside his skull.  They took to his temple with ferocious aplomb and Alex groaned.

The source of the noise opened her eyes and cringed.  There was something vaguely familiar about her.  She was pretty, with high cheekbones and wide, dark eyes, and her thick and wavy hair stopped just above her collarbone.  Then she smiled, and it clicked into place.  This was Serena Christensen, star of Justice Squad and current Hollywood wild child.  His heart seemed to swell when looking at her with an emotion so strong it overruled everything else.  Her face was on billboards all around the world, including one in Piccadilly Circus that was emblazoned in his brain.  Other memories started to surface too—crowds clapping, being on a dance floor, a long, genuine kiss while people cheered, feelings of giddiness and joy— but they didn’t make sense so he shoved them aside. 

Her heavy lidded eyes narrowed and she looked around. “Where are we?” she asked in that famous purr.  She lifted her head and then immediately set it back down with a groan.  “Is this your place?  Unless…oh fuck, did I buy this?”

Alex laughed in spite of the way his stomach was roiling, and not just because of the whiskey sours he vaguely remembered downing at the bar.  He was not, to put it mildly, the one night stand type.  And yet here he was, with one of the most famous— or infamous, depending on how you saw her rebellious ways— women in the world.  “No, it’s mine.  Or my hotel room, rather.”

His mother was going to kill  him.  More memories surfaced: a shared champagne bottle in an empty stairwell, laughing in a limo, a plastic tiara and a sloppy signature, all of them flipping past his eyelids like scrolling through a photo album.  He felt queasy, but then he looked at her and his heart did that thing again, swelling and twisting in a way totally at odds with the fact that she was a virtual stranger.

“Oh good.  Thought I might have gotten cocky with the checkbook last night.  Wait, did we— never mind,” she said, pressing a hand to her eyes.  The sheet slipped down, revealing her bare shoulders and the tops of her breasts.  He decided to ignore the images emerging from the fog of his brain because this was so much more pleasant.

“You’ve done that before?”

“After I got my first paycheck for being Captain North, yeah.  I knocked on the door of a house I’d always liked and bought it right then and there.  My accountant almost murdered me,” she laughed ruefully.  She looked him up and down appraisingly.  “And sorry, you look familiar, but— we haven’t worked together, have we?”

“No, not an actor,” he answered truthfully.  The previous day was coming back to him in flashes and his stomach was sinking, but Alex had not had a simple, golden morning like this in so long that he pushed his suspicions away.

“Oh good, because I never sleep with coworkers and I was worried I’d thrown away my number one rule,” she said with a grin.

“Definitely not a coworker,” he said, and when she leaned forward to kiss him he met her halfway.  His body was moving faster than his brain and he drew himself over her, her legs smooth as silk underneath him.  She smiled into the kiss and her hands slipped down to his lower back to hold him in place. 

“I know you, though, right?” Serena asked.

Alex had dipped his head down to kiss her silken shoulder and nodded.  “Most people do,” he said, but then when her hand emerged from the sheets to caress his cheek he saw it, and a pit opened in his stomach.  On her left hand was a ring, and not the finely made nineteenth century emerald-and-diamond ring that had belonged to his great-great grandmother.  That one was still safely in a vault back in England, with the rest of the family heirlooms.  This one was cheap— cubic zirconia and American-mall-quality gold— and tacky, but it was on her fourth finger, and suddenly the memories he’d been holding at bay since he woke up came spiraling back to him all at once.

Because he was Alexander Christopher George William Mountrose Stuart VI, Prince of Wales, Duke of Glasgow, and Earl of Kent, heir apparent of the United Kingdoms of England, Wales, Scotland, and Northern Ireland.

And they were married.

Copyright © 2017 by Elizabeth Davis.
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Elizabeth Davis is a full-time nerd living in Minneapolis, MN. She likes cold weather, coffee, and public television, and is a lot cooler than that sentence just sounded.  You can find her on twitter at @E_Davis_Romance.

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