Will the king finally surrender to their tantalizing chemistry? Find out in the latest royalty romance by Lela May Wight! Their royal marriage: Separate beds but shared temptation… Two months have passed since the world watched Natalia La Morte marry King Angelo Dizieno. But Natalia hasn’t seen or heard from him since their startlingly scorching kiss at the altar… Promoted from spare to heir after tragedy struck, Angelo can’t be distracted from his duty. Being within touching distance of the woman he has always craved—his brother’s intended queen—has him on the precipice of self-destruction. The last thing he needs is for Natalia to recognize their dangerous attraction. If she does, there’s nothing to stop it from becoming all-consuming…From
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Lela May Wight grew up with seven brothers and sisters. Yes, it was noisy, and she often found escape in romance books. She still does, but now she gets to write them too! She hopes to offer readers the same escapism when the world is a little too loud.Lela May lives in the UK with her sons and her very own hero, who never complains about her book addiction – he buys her more books! Check out what she’s up to at lelamaywight.com.
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~Extract~
He’d left her alone, avoided her every day since their spectacle of a wedding, to stamp into her brain what their marriage involved.
Her eyes darkened. ‘I understand what this marriage means to me.’
He bit down on the inside of his cheek. This entire conversation was futile. But maybe she needed the message that he was unavailable to her to be spelt out.
Clearly.
‘Do you want to know what this marriage actually means for you?’ he asked. Because hadn’t he always wished he’d had things spelt out for him before he’d left? The significance of his role in the monarchy? What walking away from his role would do to his brother? The people? The kingdom?
Lips pursed, she nodded.
‘Our marriage is an empty symbol of union,’ he said. Because it was the truth.
He was empty. He had nothing for her. This was it.
‘It means nothing more than what our ancestors promised and what my brother and your father agreed to. A union of two nations promised before our time,’ he explained.
‘A marriage for the people. For duty.’ ‘I understand what duty is. The duty I have to my people as I come into this marriage,’ she said. ‘I also understand we don’t need to have a relationship to be King and Queen and for our nations to merge.’
Her throat constricted and so did his gut. The urge to place his hands on her shoulders and ease the tension stormed through him.
‘You’re correct,’ he agreed. ‘We don’t.’
He hardened himself to her. To this woman telling him she needed his help. Seeking him out and demanding it. He couldn’t help her. Whatever it was, he didn’t care. And he wouldn’t pretend he did.
He wouldn’t pretend to be something he wasn’t, as he had with his brother. He’d given Luciano an illusion that he would always be there. By his side. Supporting him. Holding him up. Selfless. But he wasn’t selfless, he was greedy…a crown-stealer.
‘I understand,’ she said. And, oh, how fluidly her lips moved around the word, pushing it between her teeth in emphasis. ‘Even to make babies in order to continue the royal line of succession we don’t need to become an “us”. You can continue to pretend I don’t exist until the time comes for us to conceive an heir.’
Heir. The word echoed in his mind, raising his core temperature. And following it came the word spare.
‘And even then,’ she continued, her voice throaty, ‘we’d only have to meet in my most fertile periods. We are both young. Hopefully we have many fertile years left—’ ‘
‘Your point?’ he interjected when the throb between his thighs began to hurt.
Her eyes widened. ‘You owe me nothing,’ she reassured him.
‘Exactly,’ he drawled, with a confidence he didn’t feel. He did owe her something. They were both in this position because of him. She should be brother’s wife. His brother’s queen. And yet here she was. His.