I HATE when they do this to me. I fall IN -LOVE with a book and it's a series. Lol! Another Joshua Springs thrift store find, and so glad I did. I now have another favorite author in Rachelle McCalla, and will now have to purchase the rest of the series, (the rest of Princess Isabelle's siblings ...
The plot was so unbelievable that it gave a whole new meaning to the word "fiction."I wasn't drawn into the book, it had potential but was quickly lost. I just wasn't interested. Some of the decisions made by the characters were ridiculous, like returning back to the castle, even when they know ...
Her Royal Highness Princess Isabelle of Lydia glanced at Levi Grenaldo, her recently appointed bodyguard, expecting him to make some reassuring gesture that would indicate nothing was amiss. He didn’t look her way. In the silvery sheen of his mirrored sunglasses, Isabelle saw only the rear bumper...
For a moment, he feared Tracie’s tenuous gasp on the silky fabric would fail and she’d be pulled back down into the room below. But she held on tight and he pulled her free, half falling down the roof with her tumbling after him. Trevor’s angry shouts echoed up through the open skylight as Heath ...
Her fear didn’t come from the general or his guards who trailed them down the hall but from the anticipation of meeting the queen for the first time. They left Petrela and his men next to the security guards who held vigil over the isolated wing where the king lay. Monica hung back in the doorway...
As the Coast Guard truck came to a stop in the front parking space, Abby said a silent prayer that God would help her find a way to support Scott in the midst of all he was experiencing. They climbed out of the truck and filed in the front door. Abby had been in the building once before for a nei...
From the moment she’d seen Scott’s name on her phone, she’d felt shaken. Even more so when she’d heard gunfire and learned that the one man who’d offered to tell her what was going on had been shot. But Linus had already proven himself stalwart and trustworthy. Just knowin...
The soup, she knew from a previous visit to Lydia, was delicious. And Stasi had remembered how much she’d liked it and had requested the palace chef prepare it to cheer her up. A rainbow of roasted peppers floated alongside olives and chunks of zucchini and beef in a savory broth. The aroma tease...
The prince’s stubbled chin hovered just above her, so close that if she leaned up, she could press her face to his. His heart beat with such a steady thrum it seemed to challenge hers to match its pace, to beat as one. But they could not be one. They could not be together....
The classic-cut olive-green suit was reserved for formal occasions, and Alec hadn’t realized until he’d squeezed into it for this evening’s state dinner just how long it had been since he’d last worn it. About fifteen pounds of muscle ago, judging by how tight the shirt fe...
Wright? Ms. Wright, wait!” Ava Wright did not wait, but trotted toward the pedestrian gate at the rear of the palace complex as quickly as she dared in her three-inch heels. She made eye contact with the guard inside the gatehouse and gave him her best commanding glare, si...
She prayed silently that God would grant her favor with the king. To her relief, his frown changed to a smile when he turned from instructing his men and spotted her approaching. “Princess Gisela—” he dipped his head in deference “—you appear to be ...
Fear because the officer looked alarmed. Relief because she didn’t know how to make the baby stop crying, and it scared her. “What’s wrong?” Officer Jensen crossed the room in two strides and crouched in front of the baby, who now sat perched on her lap screaming furiously...