Emily and the Notorious Prince

Emily and the Notorious Prince

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by India Grey
     
 

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She fled from her fairy-tale lifestyle when she'd discovered it was built on lies. Now naive Emily Balfour is struggling to make ends meet.

Prince Luis Cordoba instantly recognizes the Balfour heiress—the only woman who didn't fall at his feet! Penniless Emily can't refuse the offer of a roof over her head—even knowing she'll be sharing the playboy's

Overview

She fled from her fairy-tale lifestyle when she'd discovered it was built on lies. Now naive Emily Balfour is struggling to make ends meet.

Prince Luis Cordoba instantly recognizes the Balfour heiress—the only woman who didn't fall at his feet! Penniless Emily can't refuse the offer of a roof over her head—even knowing she'll be sharing the playboy's bed!

Whisked away to his royal kingdom, inexperienced Emily is no match for Luis's potent sexuality. But her heart is warning her not to become just another notch on his regal bedpost!

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780373237104
Publisher:
Harlequin
Publication date:
10/01/2010
Series:
Harlequin Presents Series, #2946
Edition description:
Larger Print
Pages:
256
Product dimensions:
4.10(w) x 6.60(h) x 0.80(d)

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Balfour Manor—golden and majestic and glowing like topaz in a bed of emerald velvet. Every detail was as familiar to Emily as the back of her own hand. And yet it was the last thing she expected to see in the grimy, diesel-scented chill of the underground station.

It was rush hour. Carried along in the flow of harassed and preoccupied commuters, blinking in the sudden gloom after the brightness of the May evening outside, Emily's first thought was that she was imagining it. That, after two months of self-imposed exile in a bedsit that added a whole new dimension to the word grim, her homesickness had finally got the better of her and she was hallucinating.

Behind her a man cannoned into her as she stopped in her tracks, and swore disgustedly. Muttering apologies Emily ducked her head and pushed against the stream of people, back in the direction of the news stand. She must have been mistaken. It was a picture of Buckingham Palace she'd seen—some story about a minor royal indiscretion or—

Illegitimacy Scandal Rocks Balfour Legacy

Light-headed with horror Emily snatched up a paper and scanned the column beneath the headline, her mind reeling. It bristled with exclamation marks and was dotted with sly ellipses, but the names jumped out at her: Olivia Balfour… Bella… Alexandra… Zoe…

Zoe?

'Are you going to buy that paper? I'm not running a library here, you know.'

From an alternative reality the disgruntled voice of the newspaper-seller penetrated her consciousness. 'Oh. Yes. Sorry. Of course,' she said hastily, delving into the pocket of her cardigan for the five-pound tip given to her by a drunken businessman who had told her all about his wife and kids and then put his hand up her skirt. Mollified, the newspaper man gave her a conspiratorial wink.

''Ow the other 'arf live, eh? Beautiful houses in all the best spots across the world, cars, money, parties—but I ask you, is any one of them Balfours happy?' Shaking his head, he gave an amused chuckle.

No, Emily thought numbly as she backed away, the paper clutched in her hands. I don't think we arenot any more. She attempted to give him an answering smile, but her face was stiff, her eyes wide and unblinking as the words from the article swooped and swelled inside her head: shocking discovery… illicit affair… illegitimate… disgrace… scandal…

Just a year ago it had all been so different. As she rejoined the press of people the moment before the guests started to arrive and she had gone downstairs in her blue silk dress, feeling so grown-up.

But she hadn't been grown up at all. Not then. She'd been stupidly, embarrassingly naive.

She rejoined the press of people crowding down into the airless tunnel, holding the newspaper with its lurid headline against her body as if that way she could keep its accusations and speculations secret from the rest of the world. As she waited on the platform she noticed with a stab of anguish that a woman to her left was holding a copy of the paper, her face bored and expressionless as she read the story beneath the headline, as if it was insignificant.

A rumble in the darkness indicated the arrival of the train. Pushing to the front of the crowd squeezing onto the train with uncharacteristic assertiveness, Emily slipped quickly into an empty seat, for the first time in her life without looking round to see if anyone else needed it. As the train jerked into the darkness of the tunnel she took a deep breath and unfolded the paper.

Exclusive! When Blue Blood Turns Bad

Last night there was only one place to see and be seen—at the Balfour Charity Ball! But despite the glitz and the glamour, all was not as it seemed.

Behind the scenes, Olivia Balfour and her scandalous twin Bella were locked in a battle over a shocking discovery—that their late mother, socialite Alexandra Balfour, had conceived their sister Zoe during an illicit affair!

Biting her lip against a whimper of distress Emily raised her head and stared blindly ahead of her as Zoe's face swam into her mind. Beautiful, wild Zoe, with her dazzling green eyes that set her apart from her blue-eyed sisters.

She looked down at the paper again, scanning over the rest of the article as her mind whirred and her stomach churned. She was trembling, as if she was cold, and had to grip the paper tightly in both hands to hold it steady enough to read.

The Balfour name might be synonymous with glamour and style, but this is the second illegitimate family member to be outed in as many months. It seems this dynasty is rotten to its core…

Which was more or less the same accusation that she'd hurled at her father on the night of Mia's untimely arrival at Balfour Manor. Emily stiffened as the memory of that appalling evening seized her in an icy grip. Poor Mia. She had come in search of a happy family and had instead had walked straight into a tragedy worthy of Chekhov.

The train jolted to a standstill in another station, bringing Emily roughly back to the present. She blinked, looking around her as another tide of people ebbed and flowed through the doors—anonymous faces with lives and interests and joys and heartaches she couldn't begin to guess. And she was just another of them. Another anonymous face in the crowd. A girl on her way home from work, just like any other.

A void of loneliness opened up in front of her, and before she could do anything she felt herself hurtling into it. She squeezed her eyes shut, sucking in a breath, momentarily dizzy and disorientated with homesickness. It happened from time to time; she was getting used to it. It was just a case of holding on and waiting for it to pass. The problem was, up until two months ago, her family and her dancing had been her whole life. And now she had neither.

She looked down at the newspaper, avid for any crumbs of information about the people she loved and had turned her back on so completely. At the bottom of the front page article she read: 'For a full report and pictures of last night's sparkling charity ball, see pages 12-13…'

With shaking fingers she turned the pages, smoothing the paper across her knees as she came to the colourful splash of photographs. Tears leapt into her eyes, but she blinked them away impatiently. Oh, God, there was Kat, looking gorgeous in a dress of scarlet satin, and Bella and Olivia standing together, their dazzling, practised smiles not quite hiding the tension in their eyes. 'The calm before the cat-fight,' read the caption beneath the picture. Looking into their familiar faces Emily realised that she was smiling, even though her heart felt like it was being prised open with a pickaxe, but her smile faded as her gaze moved to a picture of her father standing next to a familiar and distinguished English actress. She was a longtime friend of the family, but noticing the way Oscar's hand was looped lightly round her waist Emily suddenly found herself wondering if she'd ever been more than that….

The shadows gathered at the corners of her mind, the dark shapes slipping through the trees.

Hating herself for her cynicism and suspicion, hating her father for planting it in her mind, she glanced quickly away, to the next photograph.

And froze.

She tried to tear her gaze away. Really, she did. She didn't want to keep looking helplessly into the slanting golden eyes that stared straight out at her from the page, or remember how it had felt to have them looking back at her for real. Moving over her body. Glittering with amusement and delicious wickedness…

'Prince Luis Cordoba of Santosa arrives at the party,' said the text beneath the picture. 'But will the newly reformed playboy prince be able to withstand the temptation of the wild and wayward Balfour girls?'

At that moment the train juddered to a halt and dazedly Emily realised she'd reached her stop. She sprang to her feet, bundling the paper up. For a split second she considered leaving it on the seat, but instead found herself tucking it under her arm as she got off the train.

Because she hated the thought of a stranger picking it up and poring over the sordid details of her family's disgrace, she told herself as she walked briskly towards the stairs. Not because she wanted to read any more about Luis Cordoba, or gaze longer at the photograph of him looking brooding and beautiful in black tie, for goodness' sake.

Of course not.

Why would she? He was dangerous, and Emily didn't like danger. She had no interest in him whatsoever—a fact which she'd made perfectly clear at last year's ball.

And just to prove it to herself again now, she dropped the paper into the first bin she passed at the entrance to the station. And she allowed herself a small smile of satisfaction as she walked purposefully away.

Meet the Author

India Grey was just thirteen years old when she first sent away for the Mills & Boon Writers’ Guidelines. She recalls the thrill of getting the large brown envelope with its distinctive logo through the letterbox and kept these guidelines for the next ten years, tucking them carefully inside the cover of each new diary in January and beginning every list of New Year’s resolutions with the words 'Start Novel'. But she got there in the end!

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Emily and the Notorious Prince 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 29 reviews.
The-Ladies-Room More than 1 year ago
Emily's Innocence was a superbly written Cinderella story and a very teary one at that by the very talented India Grey. The fairy tale ending so unique if told would definitely ruin the reader's experience. Emily Balfour was looking forward to the Balfour Charity Ball and then an unbelievable thing happened, she'd was kissed in the gardens by the very handsome playboy Prince Luis Cordoba of Santosa. She had never in her life felt such burning desire and then he had embarrassed her by saying "call me when you grow up!" A lot had happened in her family, the loss of her mother, a sister they didn't know about and her untimely arrival. It had all been too much; the emotions of it all cost her ballet career. And now months later and yet another scandal in her family which was revealed at the ball along with a picture of Luis in attendance. However, Emily's had not been living at the manor, she's disappeared after the first scandal and death of her mother. She was living in another city in a shabby rental and teaching ballet at a shabby youth center. Life had also changed for Prince Luis, he had lost his bother and sister-in-law in a tragic accident and his father the King was gravely ill. The palace press were trying to change his playboy image and one of the things they had planned for him while he was in England was to visit different charities boosting his image. As fate would have it, they visited the very youth center where Emily taught to witness a ballet and to donate money. Imagine the shock for both Luis and Emily when they discovered each other. More of a shock to Luis was Emily's appearance and her using the name Jones instead of Balfour. While attending the ballet he thought of his shy little orphaned niece and it pricked his conscience that he really didn't know her and watching Emily with a shy little dancer moved something inside him. He was determined to find out why she was using another name so he demanded she have dinner with him at his hotel. He could see she was dead on her feet and wore clothing not fit for a Balfour. However, he did call her father and told him he'd found Emily and due to the Balfour scandal he'd take care of and talk to her. Luis found out a couple of things about Emily, she was still suffering from the loss of her mother, the arrival of an unexpected sister and her outlook on the morals of her father. Plus the loss of her ballet career because she was so emotional. However, he also found out from her father that whatever Emily Balfour did she did it passionately with her whole heart and soul. Personally, I thought that statement was the key to who she was plus the fact she revealed to Luis that honor, trust and truth were important in a relationship. Luis understanding that Emily wasn't ready to go home and was eager to get away from where she was living and working, offered her a job teaching his niece ballet and she could stay in the palace and in the end, she accepted. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- For the rest of the review: http://marilyns-romance-reviews.blogspot.com/
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