 What if the person you thought you were falling in love with was actually someone else? The mistaken identity is a great romance trope. It sets up both a comedic action but also a wonderful way to "really" fall in love with the person, not the job/identity/wealth. A prince pretending to be a commoner. A famous actor pretending to be a nobody. The characters get to know the person underneath and have a stronger connection, rather than relying on the surface charms. Kristine Lynn's latest release, AN HEIR FOR THE SECRET PRINCE features a mistaken identity, a prince pretending to be someone he isn't. Best of all, it features compelling characters and a wonderfully written story of romance. Kristine Lynn will quickly become your new favorite author. Blurb: Okay, who invited the journalist? Philip, advisor to the Prince of Aldonia, is livid when he discovers someone invited a nosy reporter to the palace to write a salacious story about the royal family. The problem is, the more she digs into their pasts, the more she will find out about him--and his private life is none of her damn business. Which is why no one is more shocked than him when, on a whim, he asks her to stay on as his guest. Aurelia is only certain of two things when she meets Philip on assignment in Aldonia: he’s hot as melted sin on a cracker and he’s hiding something. Too bad he’s NOT the story she’s there for. However, that won’t stop her from finding out just why he’s so reclusive—and tempting. However, when their growing attraction takes an unexpected turn, Philip may be forced to share his darkest secrets with Aurelia—secrets that will change her life. Will their new relationship be strong enough to overcome the adversity these revelations bring? Discover the breathtaking country of Aldonia as you root for Philip and Aurelia’s love story! For more of the Aldonian royal world (and the next installment of the Aldonia Royals series), check out A Bride for the Aldonian King. EXCERPT: “How much do you recall from last night, Aurelia?” Her head spun—whether from the heat or the inquiry, she couldn’t be sure. Either way, she was distracted, lightheaded. “Aside from the obvious?” she quipped. Philip nodded. “Yes. Aside from that. Before I left, I told you something, something important. Do you remember what I said?” His voice had taken on a caring, paternal quality, but there was something dangerous behind it, an edge that belied nerves he’d not shown to her before. That sent a tremor coursing through her body that only worsened as her dream from last night came back to her with a crashing clarity. She’d been lying in a field of clover, a bubbling brook behind her that she could only see, not hear, and two horses were tied up nearby. It was nearing sunset because the light was soft, the colors in the sky sharp. Philip had been lying next to her, his hands trailing up and down her arm until a faceless sentry had sprinted into the clearing. Even though she couldn’t read his expression, it had been one of alarm she’d felt emanating from his rigid stance. He had buzzed and beeped, a robotic language she couldn’t speak, but somehow understood. We need you, Your Highness. There’s an emergency up at the palace. She hadn’t been surprised in the dream that Philip had leapt to his feet to answer the call because he’d been, of course, the Prince the sentry was speaking to. He is the Prince. She’d known it then as deeply as she knew it now. The tremor turned her insides to jelly, her skin to ice despite the near-hundred-degree air that stifled her ability to breathe, to think. “You remember, don’t you?” She nodded, even as she realized it changed everything, made her world as she knew it obsolete. “You’re the Prince,” she whispered. Now Available in Ebook and Print |
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