Prince Charming (Ascension Trilogy Series #3)

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"There is star quality in this writer!" raves the Romantic Times about gifted author Gaelen Foley. Her love stories are filled with glorious settings, stunning characters, and unforgettable passion.

Destiny casts its hand one perfect moonlit night when Ascencion's most elusive highwayman, the Masked Rider, chooses the wrong coach to rob.  For inside is Rafael, the prince of the kingdom, renowned for his hot-blooded pursuits of women and other decadent pleasures. The failed raid leaves the equally ...

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Overview

"There is star quality in this writer!" raves the Romantic Times about gifted author Gaelen Foley. Her love stories are filled with glorious settings, stunning characters, and unforgettable passion.

Destiny casts its hand one perfect moonlit night when Ascencion's most elusive highwayman, the Masked Rider, chooses the wrong coach to rob.  For inside is Rafael, the prince of the kingdom, renowned for his hot-blooded pursuits of women and other decadent pleasures. The failed raid leaves the equally notorious Masked Rider wounded and facing a hangman's noose. Then Rafe realizes his captive criminal is Lady Daniela Chiaramonte, a defiant beauty who torments him, awakening his senses and his heart as no woman has before.

Dani can only wonder if she's been delivered to heaven or hell once she agrees to marry the most desirable man in the Mediterranean--until forces of treachery threaten to destroy their tenuous alliance and bring down the throne itself. . . .

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From the Publisher
"Gaelen Foley . . . is destined to captivate readers."
--Romantic Times
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Foley's final installment in her historical romance trilogy (following The Pirate Prince and The Princess) is set on the fictional island nation of Ascencion in the early 1800s. When the Masked Rider robs crown prince Rafael de Fiore, he vows revenge. Prince Rafe and his coterie track the thief to an estate, where Rafe meets and becomes interested in the lovely mistress--Lady Daniela Chiaramonte. Prince Rafe is a man with many problems. Although he was raised to rule, he has not been given the opportunities to do so, and for too long he has lived only for his pleasures--until he meets Dani, who does not know if she can believe his sweet words and exotic touch. Soon he discovers that his country's answer to Robin Hood is the lady Dani. The prince is torn between arresting or marrying the spirited young woman whom his countrymen have taken to heart. Foley brings historical accuracy and richly drawn characters, particularly the complex prince, to her romance. (Feb.) Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.|
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780449006351
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 2/28/2000
  • Series: Ascension Trilogy Series , #3
  • Edition description: Reissue
  • Pages: 416
  • Sales rank: 338,339
  • Product dimensions: 4.19 (w) x 6.88 (h) x 0.87 (d)

Meet the Author

"Romance is the literature of possibility," states award-winning author Gaelen Foley. "Romance celebrates the richness and beauty of living and reaffirms the eternal truth that love is the glue that holds the universe together. And, of course, it's wicked fun!"

After earning her B.A. in literature from the State University of New York at Fredonia, Gaelen moonlighted as a waitress for nearly five years while devoting her daylight hours to honing her craft. Her first book, The Pirate Prince, won the Romantic Times Reviewer's Choice Award for Best First Historical Romance, and was nominated for the Holt Medallion for Best First Book. She is also the author of Princess.

Gaelen lives in Pennsylvania with her husband, Eric, and two spoiled bichons frises, and is hard at work on her next novel.

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Ascencion, 1816

The greatest lover of all time was at it again, smoothly seducing the artless country girl Zerlina, as Mozart's famed duet "La ci darem la mano" filled the sumptuous theater with a graceful spire of twining voices, tenor and soprano making love to each other in exquisite song.

No one was paying attention. The wink of opera glasses and the rustling whispers betrayed that the glittering audience's fascination was fixed, not on the stage, but on the first and finest theater box on the mezzanine, stage right, perched over the orchestra. Cloyingly sculpted with cupids and urns and draped plasterwork ribbons, the box was permanently reserved for royalty.

He sat at the carved marble rail, half in shadow, unmoving, his suntanned face expressionless. Light from the stage gleamed on the signet ring on his finger, played over the patrician angles of his face, and gilded his long dark-gold hair, which was swept back in a queue.

The audience watched with bated breath as he moved for the first time since the performance had begun. Slowly he reached into the pocket of his extravagant waistcoat, took a peppermint from a flat metal tin, and placed it in his mouth.

Ladies watched him suck the candy and blushed, fluttering their fans.

I am so bored, he thought, his eyes glazing over. So, so very bored.

The favored members of his entourage sat around him in the theater box, sullen, gilded young lords, gorgeously dressed. Behind their air of studied idleness, they had hard, hooded eyes, weapons concealed beneath their coats. With a few, the scent of opium smoke clung to their rich clothes. Some in his little flock went further than others, but everything was allowed.

"Your Highness?" came a whisper from his right.

Never taking his dull, heavy gaze off his beautiful mistress on the stage, Crown Prince Raffaele Giancarlo Ettore di Fiore flicked one jeweled hand, brushing off the proffered flask. He was in no humor for liquor, brooding in a cynical mood that Dante had had it all wrong.

The Inferno, with all its fire and brimstone, could not be worse than this echoless realm of Limbo where he was suspended in eternal waiting.

Being born the son of a great man was a hard thing; yet somehow Rafe had managed to get himself sired by one who was not only great but also evidently immortal. He did not by any means wish his father's demise, but in light of the fact that he would turn thirty tomorrow, he was besieged by a general sense of doom.

Time was flying past and he was getting nowhere. Had any aspect of his life changed significantly since he was, oh, eighteen? he wondered as the robust song from Don Giovanni faded into the background of his awareness. He still had the same friends, played the same games, still languished in pointless luxury, a prisoner of his rank.

Unable to make a move in control of his own destiny, he was merely his father's puppet, nothing more. Every matter of consequence concerning his existence must first be debated over, voted on, and approved by the court, the newspapers, and the whole damned senate, and Lord, he was tired of it. He felt more like a prisoner than a prince, not a man but an overgrown adolescent.

He had given up arguing with Father to assign him some meaningful task worthy of his ability and education. It was futile. The old tyrant refused to part with an ounce of his power.

Ah, what was the point of caring? He fancied he might as well sleep the years away in a glass coffin behind some enchanted wall of thorns. They could wake him when it was time for his life to begin.

After an eternity or so, Don Giovanni was dragged off to Hell and the opera was finally done. He and his followers left the theater box while the audience was still applauding.

He stared straight ahead as they strode in a pack down the marbled hall, pretending that he did not see the people lined up, beaming eager smiles at him, all the nice people who wanted a bite of him, like the stout, vaguely familiar matron who attempted to stop him presently.

"Your Highness," she gushed, curtsying with her nose almost to the floor, "how marvelous to see you this evening! My dear husband and myself and our three lovely girls would be so honored if you would come to our soiree--"

"My regrets, madam, thank you and goodnight," he muttered harshly as he kept walking. God, save me from hopeful mothers-in-law.

One of the dread journalists pushed his way to the fore. "Your Highness, did you really win fifty thousand lire in a wager last week and did your phaeton really break an axle in the race?"

"Get him out of here," he muttered to his boyhood friend Adriano di Tadzio.

Then Lord Someone-or-other stepped partly into his path with a dignified bow. "Your Highness, what a smashing performance by Miss Sinclair! Beg pardon, I have some people here who would love to meet you--"

He growled and moved past the bald man, then he and his entourage did not stop until they reached the backstage regions of the large, elegant theater.

With a slow swagger, chin high, Rafe stepped inside the actresses' dressing room and instantly began to feel better, the tension easing marginally from him. There were scantily clad women everywhere and that was a sight to lift any man's spirits, however jaded. Women. The warm, sweet smell of their flesh made him breathe easier. With a rather cool half-smile he glanced around slowly, surveying the selection.

"Look! He's here!"

A shrill chorus of feminine screams of delight filled the drafty, candlelit dressing room. They raced at him from every quarter.

"Raaaaafe!"

A pack of screaming, squealing girls swamped him. All talking at once, they pulled him down into a chair, three of the actresses sitting on his lap, giggling and stroking his chest, and two draped around his neck, covering his face in kisses.

"Ah," he sighed, smiling slightly for the first time that night as he leaned back lazily in the chair, closing his eyes and drowning pleasantly under the soft, scented, writhing mass of lovely limbs and unbound breasts and lace flounces and careful curls. "I love the theater."

He heard them giggling, felt them rummaging in his coat and waistcoat like pickpocket children searching for treats. Ah, well. He supposed he had spoiled them, rolling them a handful of jewels last time he'd been here, foxed as Pharaoh.

Soft lips alighted on his mouth, caressing lightly. After a judicious moment, he began kissing back, willing ennui away. Touching wherever he pleased, he sampled their kisses one by one, but the fun ended when Chloe arrived.

Rafe watched the English diva strutting toward him in her clinging silvery gown.

She had a perfect body and a gleaming smile, his latest toy. They had been lovers for four months now, a record for Rafe. He did not quite know how to tell her that he had begun losing interest. He was rather hoping she would figure it out for herself.

Chloe huffed to see her sister thespians all over her royal protector. She slid her feather boa off her creamy shoulders and pushed her way into their midst, catching Rafe around the neck with it. He glanced up with an unrepentant half-smile. Chloe gave him a disapproving look, but didn't dare reproach him.

Instead, she fluffed the feather boa on him. "Darling, how avant-garde."

"Ooo, it looks so pretty on him!" one of the girls exclaimed, fixing the pink feather boa over his shoulder like a scarf.

"Everything does," another sighed.

He stared dully at the chit, wondering if he had ever been that young and easily impressed.

"Look at this, Prince Rafie!" a buxom brunette said eagerly, climbing off his lap. Daringly, she lifted the hem of her chemise and bared the left cheek of her pretty, rounded bottom for him.

He lifted his eyebrows, admiring the R tattooed there. He traced the monogrammed letter with his fingertip lightly over the curve of tender flesh. "How sweet of you, my pet. What was your name again?"

"Begone, you little tramps, or I'll speak to the house manager and you'll all be out of a job!" Chloe snapped, shooing them off.

Rafe chuckled at his mistress's pique, saying nothing as the girls sadly drifted away, curls drooping. He smiled to himself, watching his friends intercept them, flirting, billfolds at the ready.

"Lovely, lovely little tarts." He glanced up at the haughty blond with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "And then there's you, madam witch."

She leaned over him, grasped both ends of the feather boa, and tugged. "That's right," she whispered, holding him in a sultry stare, "and you, my devil, are coming with me. I must punish you for sleeping through my aria. Don't think I didn't see you."

"I was awake ... but you can punish me as you see fit," he murmured softly as he stood, towering over her. As she laughed and led him by the gaudy feather boa, Chloe's hungry gaze teased him with pleasures yet to come. He pretended not to notice the sheer worship in her eyes, looking away to nod at his companions. "See you around two at the club," he said, holding the door for Chloe, who slid the feather boa off his shoulders.

"Ciao," said Adriano with a toss of his black forelock.

"Enjoy," Niccolo drawled with a smirk.

Just then, Rafe heard someone calling him.

"Your Highness! Your Highness! Sir!"

Halfway out the door, he turned around and saw a courier in royal livery bustling through the dressing room. Instantly every muscle in his body tensed with checked hostility.

A message from the king.

As the courier hurried toward him, Rafe drew a deep breath and let it out slowly, for he was not a man who lost his temper. His father was the blustery hothead in the family; he prided himself on remaining coolly graceful at all times. He lifted both brows expectantly as the courier bowed.

"How does my good father this night?" he asked, his tone soft but edged with the barest hint of irony.

The courier bowed apologetically. "His Majesty summons you, Your Highness."

Rafe stared at him for a long moment, his slight, urbane smile pasted in place, his marble-green eyes snapping with anger. "Tell him I will call on him tomorrow around noon. After I have had my breakfast."

"Pardon, Your Highness," the man said with a gulp, bowing again, "the king insists you come anon."

"Is it an emergency?"

"I know not, sir," the man stammered. "His Majesty sent the carriage--"

"I have my own carriage," Rafe said pleasantly through gritted teeth, realizing that Father must have sent the gaudy state coach because, hang it all, he had probably heard about his drunken race, roaring across the countryside in the dead of night last Wednesday.

No doubt the reason for the summons was that his father wished to scald his ears again as usual with another recounting of his many failings as a future king, how the responsibility was going to crush him because he was just a dreamer, and how the courtiers were going to eat him alive, et cetera, et cetera.

He was really in no mood to hear it.

Meanwhile, his friends, his mistress, and his charming young devotees were all watching the exchange with worried looks, as though they expected him to explode any day now, any moment.

He saw he had a choice--the same choice as always. Either he could make a scene like a churl and stand on his pride, or, as usual, swallow the humiliation of having to jump whenever his father snapped his fingers and exit like the prince he was down to his fingertips.

His voice was velvet, his slight, cold smile angelic. "I will be pleased to attend His Majesty at once, but rest assured, I will take my own carriage."
The courier bobbed as though he might collapse with relief. "As Your Highness wishes." He backed away from Rafe, still bowing.

Rafe turned to his mistress, lifted her hand and kissed it in taut gallantry, his angry thoughts a million miles away. "Apologies, my sugar-sweet."

"It's all right, darling," she soothed, caressing his arm, then looked meaningfully into his eyes. "As long as I can still give you your birthday present tomorrow."

"I cannot wait to see what it is," he murmured with a knowing half-smile.
Then he walked out alone, still shaking his head to himself at the thought of his father's high handedness, though the same routine ought to come as no surprise by now.

Outside, the ornate gilded state coach which the king had insultingly sent to collect him was just pulling away. Waiting for him in front of the theater crouched the smart, new, exceedingly expensive landau with mahogany panels and elliptical springs that had been lent to him, gratis, by the city's finest carriage-maker, who was fixing his phaeton's broken axle.

The generous gesture had been a prudent move on the wheelwright's part, Rafe thought cynically, for now that model of equipage was selling like mad. Strange how the world at large disparaged him for his wild ways, yet their slavish mimicry of his every passing whim had made him the kingdom's arbiter of fashion. He could not boast of a stainless conscience, but at least he had excellent taste.
The street was crowded in front of the lavish theater, people still thronging the area since the opera had just let out. Vendors were selling them flavored ices. Since the grand opera hall in Belfort was being renovated, the ton had flocked to this smaller theater in the quaint coastal town a few miles down the hill. The caf├ęs along the beach had become all the rage.

Walking out to his waiting coach, Rafe breathed the flowery, salt-laden air of his homeland and paused to stare up the hill at the great crooked bulk of the Italian island where his family had ruled for seven hundred years.

Under the moon, the port town before him was narrow and long, hugging the steep terraced hillside. The lampposts, frugally spaced along the quay to his right, cast a dim glow upon stout palm trees blowing in the night wind. He turned, the breeze caressing his clean-shaved cheeks as he stared at the lush purple mounds of oleander waving amid the dark boulders that abutted the beach.

He looked at the row of narrow shops with painted hanging signs. On the upper stories, small wrought-iron balconies overlooked the harbor and the rocky strand. Every doorway slumbered under thick cascades of white jasmine, whose sweet perfume softened the stink from the fish markets farther down the docks.

Ascencion, he whispered in his mind, as if savoring a lover's name. Fairer even than the isle of Capri, she was his sacred heritage. For Ascencion, he would endure his cage and take whatever humiliations his father dealt him. Somehow, he would hold on, though he knew he was dying on the vine. The one thing that kept despair at bay was the promise that one day he would truly rule this peerless gem of the Mediterranean. The one desire he had not yet fulfilled was his longing to be a good king.

Everyone thought he would be a disaster, he knew. He would show them. One day.

Sighing, he stepped up into the coach. A groom briskly shut the door. He rapped boredly on the inside and his unmarked vehicle slid into motion, passing quickly through the little port town to turn onto the King's Road, which wound up the hillside to the great capital, Belfort.

He suddenly remembered he'd forgotten to let the royal bodyguards know he was leaving. Ah well, they'll figure it out and catch up soon enough. He didn't need them anyway. Being trailed constantly by six hulking thugs in uniform was just one more reminder that until he came to power, he was naught but a coddled, glorified prisoner.

In the dark cab of the coach, he rested his elbow on the edge of the window and leaned his cheek on his hand. He stared out pensively at the landscape. Silver and indigo in the moonlight, his kingdom rolled out along the road, like his life passing him by.

Devil take birthdays, he thought. When he was king, he would outlaw them.

The King's Road was a blue ribbon in the moonlight. They watched in tense silence from the woods, wondering if their night's vigil was done. A short while ago, they had watched the gilded royal state coach pass. Now a sleek vehicle of gleaming black and mahogany was barreling up the road, pulled by a team of four galloping matched bays.

"Looks promising," Mateo whispered, even as his youngest brother signaled the owl's hoot from the distance, calling them to alert.

The Masked Rider nodded and gestured the others into position.

Stealthily, they maneuvered their horses among the trees, assuming their posts on the high embankments over the road. They waited....

The coach hit a rut in the road and bounced violently on its newfangled springs. Rafe winced in annoyance and drew breath to shout an imperious rebuke at the driver to have a care--he didn't want to have to buy the damned thing--when suddenly he heard shouts outside.

A horse whinnied frantically and the coach began to slow. A gunshot ripped through the night.

His eyes narrowed in the gloom. Instantly alert, he crept forward and stole a glance from behind the window's shade and stared, feeling a rush in his thrill-seeker's soul.

Well, I'll be damned. The Masked Rider. His expression broke into an extremely devilish grin. At last we meet.

He saw he was considerably outnumbered, but according to the reports, none of the famed highwayman's robberies had been accompanied by bloodshed, so he was more intrigued than alarmed. Nevertheless, his own safety was a national priority. Leaning down, he opened the compartment beneath the opposite seat, reached into the little storage space, and smoothly took out the pair of pistols that he kept there, ready and loaded. Tucking one into his waistcoat, he cocked the other and thought with a narrow smile, Impudent little bastard, you're in for a surprise.

He had been following the bold lad's career with some interest, as tales of the so-called Masked Rider appeared side by side in the same gazettes that recounted his own wicked deeds. He had laughed every time the young highwayman robbed yet another of his friends--though they hadn't found it amusing.

Not even his father's authorities could catch the Masked Rider and his gang. The common folk of Ascencion adored the young highwayman, whose identity remained a mystery, and who, it seemed, truly robbed from the rich and gave to the poor.
Rafe rather thought the kid had style. Still, it would not do to have this mysterious Robin Hood out there somewhere bragging about robbing him, making a mock of his name. He had problems enough with the public's disapproval of his occasional, admittedly wild excesses. His people merely didn't know that a bit of hell-raising was merely his one solution to avoid going mad.

Well aware that his half-dozen Royal Guardsmen would not be far behind, a narrow, crafty smile curved his lips. He raised his gun and laid hold of the door latch, gathering himself for his counterattack.

Meanwhile, out on the road, the Masked Rider was shouting at the coachman, "Halt! Halt!"

Astride a leggy gelding whose true color was obscured by the cinders rubbed into its coat, the Masked Rider urged the horse alongside the galloping team and reached out a black-gauntleted hand for the leader's traces. The coachman was waving a pistol, but the Masked Rider ignored him--such men never used their weapons. The thought was barely finished when the moving coach's door swung open and a large male figure leaned out from the inside, firing a pistol into the air.

"Stand down!" a commanding voice bellowed.

The Masked Rider ignored the warning shot, riding low over the horse's neck, trying again unsteadily to grab the leather strap--

A thunderous crack rent the air with a flash of orange.

The Masked Rider gasped out a cry and was jolted forward over the horse's neck.

"Dan!" Mateo shouted, aghast.

The gelding veered away from the coach's team with a scream, rearing at the smell of the blood spattered on his sooty coat.

"Turn back! Turn back!" Alvi shouted at the others.

"Don't you dare turn back! Never mind me! Get the loot!" the Masked Rider roared back at him in boyish tones, fighting the horse.

Then the gelding bolted.

"Stop, whoa! You miserable nag!" A stream of oaths she had never learned in convent school followed from Lady Daniela Chiaramonte's lips as her horse careened through the brake.

All the while her shoulder and arm burned as though they were on fire. He shot me! she thought, her astonishment equal to her pain. She couldn't believe it. Certainly in all her adventures she had never been shot before.

She felt hot blood streaming down her right arm as her panicked horse crashed up over the wooded embankment. Heart pounding, she brought the animal under control, reeling him around in small circles.

When at last the horse stood heaving for breath, she suppressed the angry urge to punch the animal for his skittishness, and peered down anxiously at her wounded right arm. It was bleeding and it hurt like hell. She felt light-headed at the horrid sight of her own torn flesh, but when she carefully probed her bleeding arm with her fingers, she concluded in relief that it was only a flesh wound.

"That blackguard shot me," she panted in lingering amazement. Then her gaze zipped back to the road, and she saw that the Gabbiano brothers--her men, such as they were--had brought the coach to a standstill and extinguished the carriage lantern, working by moonlight.

The driver was sprawled on his arse on the ground, Alvi holding him at sword point. She scowled indignantly at the coachman's pitiful display, babbling for mercy. Did the man think them common cutthroats? Everyone knew the Masked Rider and company never killed anybody. Occasionally they left some popinjay in an embarrassing predicament, naked and tied to a tree, perhaps, but they never drew blood.

Better get down there before we have a change of policy, she thought as she saw Mateo and Rocco, still astride their mounts, holding the big lean passenger at bay with their swords before the open coach door. Even from a distance, their prisoner looked more than able to fend for himself.

Fortunately, her men had disarmed him, she saw. His hands were up and his two pistols lay in the dusty road. Her gang would not attack an unarmed man; still, Mateo was a hothead likely to start a brawl at any insult, while the giant Rocco didn't know his own strength. Both were as protective of her as if she were their own sister. She didn't want anyone getting hurt.

Dani passed her forearm over her brow, then adjusted the hoodlike black mask over her face and hair to make sure her identity was still neatly concealed after her horse's mad dash. Satisfied, she urged her horse aboutface and back down onto the road, highly curious to see which of the idle citified peacocks she had snared this time and what it would profit her.

Hopefully enough to pay the crippling new taxes on her estate and to feed her people in spite of the drought.

She drew her light, quick rapier as she guided her horse toward the tense trio of men. Mateo and Rocco parted to admit her between them.

"You all right?" Mateo, her oldest childhood friend, muttered to her.

She shook off her momentary awe at the sight of her tall, powerfully built captive and seized upon her bravado, forcing herself forward in a show of fearlessness, though her heart beat rapidly. "I'm just ... dandy," she drawled, urging her horse closer. She stopped when the tip of her rapier floated gracefully under her captive's square jaw, which was clenched. "Well, what have we here?" she mused aloud, using the tip of her sword to force him to lift his chin.

It was too dark to see much, but the silvery moonlight picked out gilded threads in his hair, which appeared to be of a tawny gold shade, quite long, but pulled back in a queue off his broad, straight forehead. He had an imperious nose and a hard, angry mouth. Head high, his narrowed eyes glittered, fixed on her. It was too dark to make out their color.

"You shot me," she said in reproach, leaning toward him from the saddle. She knew she mustn't let him see her fear. "Lucky for you, you merely grazed my arm."

"If I had wanted you dead, then dead you would be," he said in a soft, murderous purr that fell like silk on her skin.

"Ha! Some excuse! You are a poor marksman," she taunted him. "It doesn't even hurt."

"And you, boy, are a poor liar."

Dani sat up straight again in the saddle, considering him. A worthy opponent, she had to admit. As her gaze traveled over the length of his warriorlike physique, her simple feminine admiration mingled with a growing sense of inner warning. Her captive was over six feet tall and appeared to be built of pure muscle, so why wasn't he putting up more of a fight? True, his weapons lay beyond his reach, but there was a gleam of treachery in his eyes that made her wonder what he had up his sleeve.

She wondered which one he was, exactly, of the useless Prince Rafe the Rake's self-indulgent flunkies. She certainly would have remembered seeing him before. Her better sense whispered to clear out immediately, but she needed the money and was frankly too intrigued to abort the robbery, which was moving along efficiently.

Mateo had relieved his brother at the task of holding the coachman at sword point. The prisoner's gaze, hard and brilliant as a diamond, followed Alvi as the wiry youth hopped into the coach with an empty sack. While her prisoner watched Alvi pass, Dani eyed him in mingled attraction and scorn.

Oh, she despised his type, haughty and carelessly elegant in his formal evening wear, down to his creamy white breeches and shiny black shoes. His smartly cut, dark green tailcoat alone probably cost as much as her past six months' taxes. She glanced at his no doubt excellently manicured hands, which he lowered slowly to his sides, as though he had decided she was not much of a threat.

"Your ring," she ordered. "Hand it over."

His large and capable fist clenched beside his hip. "No," he growled.

"Why not? Is it your wedding ring?" she asked sarcastically.

The way his eyes narrowed on her in the dark, she thought he would have happily torn her beating heart out of her body if he got the chance.

"You will regret your audacity, boy," he said, his voice soft and deep and dangerous. It rang with an air of command. "You have no idea with whom you are dealing."

Oh, he was not taking his humbling well. Smiling at his ire behind her mask, Dani laid her rapier gently on his cheek. "Shut up, peacock."

"Your youth will not save you from the hangman."

"They'll have to catch me first."

"Fine boasts. Your father ought to thrash your hide."

"My father is dead."

"Then I will thrash you for him one day. That's a promise."

In reply, she traced her rapier ever-so-tenderly under his chin, forcing him to tilt his proud head higher or feel the prick of her sword point. His lordship clenched his handsome jaw. "You don't seem to understand your position," she said sweetly.

Holding her gaze, he smiled chillingly. "I will have you drawn and quartered," he answered in a pleasant tone.

Under her mask, Dani blanched in spite of herself. He was trying to shake her up! "I want your shiny ring, milord. Hand it over!"

"You will have to kill me for it, boy," the prisoner said with the white, defiant gleam of a smile.

Was he mad? Standing there in blue moonlight and black shadow, he was huge, powerful, and not lifting a finger to stop them. Maybe he didn't know how to fight, she suggested anxiously to herself. These rich fellows never dirtied their hands. But one summary glance over the lean, classically proportioned length of him made her scoff at her own suggestion.

Something was definitely wrong.

"Not losing your courage, are you, boy?" he taunted softly.

"Be quiet!" she ordered, faltering and feeling herself inexplicably losing control of the situation somehow to her vexing prisoner. Absurd! Posturing males would never intimidate her.

Rocco, her tame giant, looked over at her in worry.

"Get the ponies loaded," she ordered him in a suddenly testy mood, scowling under her mask. Obviously, her prisoner had somehow called her bluff and sensed she wasn't going to kill him, though God knew he vastly deserved it. Her arm hurt like the blazes. She ducked her head to peer into the coach, wishing Alvi would hurry up. "How's it going in there?"

"He's rich!" Alvi hollered, tossing out one full sack. "Filthy rich! Give me another sack!"

As Mateo hurried to fetch another sack from his horse's saddlebag, Dani saw the prisoner cast an almost imperceptible glance down the road.

"Expecting someone?" she demanded.

Slowly, he shook his head, and she found herself gazing at his enticing mouth, where a half-smile of pure deviltry tugged.

Suddenly a high-pitched voice pealed through the night from some distance down the road. "Run!" The littlest of the Gabbiano brothers, Gianni, age ten, was running toward them, arms churning. "Soldiers! They're coming! Run!"

With a gasp, Dani stared at her prisoner. He smirked coolly at her, pleased with himself.

"You bastard," she hissed. "You were stalling us here!"

"Move out, move out!" Mateo was yelling at the others.

Gianni kept shouting. "Go! They'll be here any second!"

Dani's gaze snapped down the road again. She knew her horse was the fastest. Every womanly instinct in her blood screamed for her to go scoop the little boy up into the saddle with her before the soldiers were upon them. The child had no place here--it was her fault. A dozen times they had forbidden Gianni from following them, but he never listened, until finally she had given in and assigned him the relatively safe job of signaler.

"The hell with you, peacock," she muttered, abandoning her prisoner. She tugged on her gelding's reins, reeling the horse away, while Rocco lumbered up onto his slow draft horse. Alvi and Mateo each took one of the coin-laden bags and swung up onto their ponies' backs.

The little boy was running desperately toward them. But as she turned, out of the corner of her eye she saw the big man dive for his second pistol in the dust and roll on his shoulder, taking aim at Mateo.

"Mateo!" She reeled her horse around, lurching him straight at the prisoner. The gun went off, shooting skyward.

The prisoner leaped up onto his feet with astonishing agility for a man his size. Then he seized her, trying to pull her bodily off her horse. She punched and kicked at him. Mateo drove his pony toward them to help her.

She shot him a fiery glare. "I can take care of myself! Get your brother!"
Mateo hesitated.

The thunder of the soldiers' approach was growing louder.

"Go!" she roared as she kicked the prisoner in his broad chest. The big man fell back a step, holding his ribs protectively with a curse.

Seeing this, Mateo whirled his pony to go fetch the little boy.

His lordship charged her again the moment Mateo galloped away.

As she and the prisoner grappled in the road, her horse reared with a frightened whinny. She clung to the reins, fighting to keep her balance, but she felt herself being slowly overpowered by the man's sheer physical strength.

Suddenly he pulled her down out of the saddle. Freed of its rider, her thankless gelding bolted at once.

She let out a wordless cry of fury and found herself standing in the road, clutched in her erstwhile prisoner's grasp. He towered over her. His eyes were like lanterns and he was grasping her hard by her arms, and he was ever so much taller now than when she'd been on horseback. Strands of his hair had fallen free from the queue; he looked ferocious and huge, barbaric in his elegant clothes.

"You little shit," he snarled in her face.

"Let me go!" She fought him. He gripped her harder, and she shouted in pain when he jerked her hurt arm. "Ow! Damn it!"

He gave her a shake. "You're caught! You understand?"

She hauled back and punched him across the face with all her strength, tore out of his arms, and fled up the embankment. He was but two steps behind her.

Her heart beating wildly, she scrambled up through the dust and slippery dried leaves. With a frantic glance down the road, she saw Mateo lift Gianni into the saddle with him and crest the far embankment, riding hard toward home.

Her relief was short-lived, however, for then the prisoner tackled her at the top of the embankment, hooking rock-hard arms around her hips.

He smashed her under him as they fell to the ground, snaking his forearm around her throat.

I hate men, she thought, closing her eyes in distress.

"Hold still," he growled, panting hard, his body like heated iron around her.
Dani rested for half a second, then did the opposite, kicking and squirming, thrashing and punching and scrabbling with her leather-gauntleted fingers in the dust.
"Let me go!"
"Stop squirming! You're caught, damn it! Give in!"

Dodging the boy's blows, Rafe held the slim body pinned beneath his own, glad that wrestling was one of the chief sports at which he had excelled as a youth. He never would have thought it would come in handy. The boy bucked and thrashed, fighting him furiously.
"Yield," he ordered through gritted teeth,
"Go to hell!" The pitch of the young voice climbed higher, shrill with fright.
Panting with exertion, he drove his full muscular weight more firmly down to still the little hellion's writhing. "Hold still!" He jerked a look over his shoulder toward the road and his approaching men. "Over here!"
At his movement, the bloodthirsty little bandit somehow flopped over onto his back, still trapped by Rafe's arms.
"I told you you would hang," he growled.
"No, you said I would be drawn and quartered--"
Rafe caught a flying fist in his hand. "Be still, for God's sake!"
Suddenly the boy froze and drew in his breath, staring at his signet ring.
"You ... !" the boy croaked in a hoarse gasp.

Scowling toward his men, Rafe glanced down and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction. "Aha, brat. Finally catching on, are you?"

The light-colored eyes behind the mask never blinked, staring at him, looking horror-stricken.

Rafe's laugh was throaty and smug, then he stopped abruptly. What the devil? He furrowed his brow as he caught a whiff of a scent his instincts knew, but recognition danced just beyond his mind's reach.

"What is your name, you miserable urchin

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 30, 2008

    Even better then the rest!

    Prince Charming is a wonderful and beautiful tale of the son of the great King Lazar, Prince Rafael. And the secret Masked Rider, Lady Daniela. After being tricked in to marriage, Rafe and Dani soon learn each other's weaknesses and learn to over come them. Rafe, who is still heartbroken over being betrayed to be Julia(Princess) must learn to love again, if he wants his marriage to Dani to work out. Dani, who's mother died during child birth, must over coem the fear of bearing a child to her prince. If you liked Lazar and Dariuse. Then you will love Rafael, he is sweet and such a charmer, he doesnt have a cruel bone in his body. A wonder mix of Lazar and Allergra. He only want't what is best, even when he try's to be cruel to Dani, he apoligies less then 1 min later. If you like Allergra and Serafina, then you will love Daniela. She is so strong and smart and sweet. She only want's what is best for the kingdom. A traite showen by the lovly Allergra during The Pirate Prince. Even thought the Love scene's come late, they are well worth it. It was much more Love then Lust during them. Even thought he is scared, Rafe still show's even early that he only want's the best for Dani. Gaelen Foley out did herself writing this book. One of the best i have ever read. Hopfully she will write the love story about young Leo, Rafe and Sera's little brother soon.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 26, 2001

    THE WINNER IS...

    Stop the presses ladies and gentlemen, because this book right here has to be the best Romance novel ever written. No amount of adjectives could describe this book in the correct way. Rafael and Daniella are the BEST main characters and it is so easy to identify with them. Finally a strong, smart, and beautiful heroine. The male lead is great as well, as all the ladies soon fall in love with the ideal of Rafael. Of course every good story needs a villain and you will definitely want to kill Orlando by yourself. This is by far the best book out of the entire Ascension Trilogy (please not that in order to understand all of the innuendoes and inside jokes that you MUST READ Pirate Prince and Princess as well). If you want a tale filled action, adventure, comedy, drama, and romance, then this is the book for you! Just make sure that you have a lot of time on your hands or you won't get a lot of stuff done. This is a book that you will read over and over and still be surprised in the end!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 11, 2009

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    Good heroine, loser hero

    It took me a good month to finish this book. I usually love Foley's books but this one was terrible. I'm only giving it three stars because Foley is a master writer (even though I hated the plot and characters of this particular book.)
    Rafe the hero was such a loser. Sure, we all love the tough-on-the-outside but vulnerable-on-the-inside hero. But Rafe was all weakness with no strength! Okay, he was athletic and good looking (as Foley continuously pointed out) but he had no strength of character or brains or self confidence or maturity. He was so arrogant and disrespectful of women. He's the worst hero I've read in a long time.
    I laughed at the end when Orlando had out-maneuvered him politically. Rafe was on trial and Rafe's wife Dani dons her Masked Rider outfit to go save him! What?! And when Rafe's friend committed suicide and Rafe went over and bawled over his body .what a wimp! What hero cries like a baby?! And when Rafe finally did get the backbone to have sex with Dani, she thought he'd just come from his mistress's bed. Yuck!!
    But I really liked the evil Orlando a lot. He was cruel and manipulative, but at least he was strong and smart!
    I just hated so many of the situations and misunderstandings. I'm trying not to give away too much information and ruin the story but ladies, really, if you love the alpha males, skip this book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 24, 2006

    loved it!

    i absolutely loved reading about Rafe and Dani!! I finished this book in about a day. I simply could not put it down. The story kept me on edge all throughout the book. LOVED IT!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 12, 2013

    Great

    This book was wonderful i really enjoyed it. It really kept me entertained. Loved it

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  • Posted November 10, 2009

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    GREAT LOVE STORY, BETTER THAN THE 1ST TWO

    I read the trilogy by other and thought that none of the following books could top the chemistry that Lazar and Allegra shared. Princess was a great book and I love Darius as a whole, but I was a little skeptical when I read some of the mixed reviews for this book (Prince Charming) and from the beginning I can say I LOVED RAFAEL AND DANI as a couple more than I loved Lazar and Allegra or Darius and Serafina.

    From what I read from the reviews, people liked Dani but despised Rafe because he was "spoiled and weak" and I disagree completely. I think that people had a lot of high spectators because of the physical and mental strength that Lazar and Darius shared, and if you have read the books you know that the reason why they are so strong is because of the horrible events that happened while they were very young. I think people thought Rafael was going to be an exact copy of his father but he is the complete opposite, therefore his nickname given by the kingdom: Rafe the Rake.
    Rafael was born when Lazar was already a king, he did not experience the hardships Lazar and Darius experienced so of course his struggles would be completely different than those of his father and his brother-in-law. If you read the book you will understand the strength of this character and you will love the hate-and-then-love relationship Rafe and Dani shared.

    Rafael does not trust women because of an incident that happened in the final chapters of Princess, and Dani does not trust him because of his reputation as a womanizer and spoiled prince. Daniela is a 21 year old countess who lives in poverty but is set to do whatever it takes to sustain her people. Because of this she embarks herself in a journey as The Masked Rider, which is seen by the kingdom as a criminal but it's seen by the people as the Robin Hood that comes to the rescue. This is how she gets to meet Rafe, although he does not know her identity until later on. She robs him while he is in his way to the palace and without her consent, this leads to a set of events that will soon make her Rafe's other half.

    Rafael is sensible, funny, beautiful, positive and has a good heart, (even when his people do not see it at first), and loves women this is why he calls himself the lover. While Daniela is described as a strong hearted tomboy, she is free to make her own decision and run her own life while Rafe is in caged controlled by the king and the expectations the kingdom has for his future actions. Dani is awarded the name the fighter. And when the lover and fighter collide there is an explotion of emotions, passion, romance, trust and mistrust at the same time, pain, insecurities, rage, that in the end lead to one of the most passionate, delicate and beautiful love story that characterizes this book.

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  • Posted February 23, 2009

    Good read.

    This was my least favourite out of the series,but it was still a good book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 23, 2008

    Just OK for me

    I am a fairly new fan of Foley's, and I absolutely LOVED the other books I have read of hers, but this one didn't live up to my expectations. I thought Rafe was pretty spoiled and immature and not very manly. The first 100 pages of this book grabbed me, but the next 200 pages bored me to tears. I was back into it by the last 100 pages. It bugged me how Dani's sick and ailing grandfather was pretty much out of the story after they got married. Why didn't he come to live with them??? It was strange. I also didn't much appreciate how Rafe very nearly gave into him mistress when he wasn't getting any from Dani. Over all this book lacked consistency and sense, and I never fell in love with the hero. I will definitely be reading all of Foley's books based on the excellence I have seen in her work, but this one will not be making the keeper shelf.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 14, 2006

    Tasteful Romance

    I went into a used bookstore, and found my first copy of this book. I read almost the whole thing in one day and really loved it. I have no problems with the traditional romance, or 'Bodice Ripper'. But Prince Charming really is something spectacular! It's a dignified romance, tasteful. It gives the reader all the suduction they can handle, but is still about the story, not just the sex. Wonderful!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 28, 2006

    A good story

    This story is great. I loved it. I stayed up late last night just so I could finish it. I loved Dani and Rafe's relationship. Some of my fav scenes are the boat scene, and when she showe him she could ride a horse standing, and him telling her he loved her. I did feel sorry for adriano though. Do yourself a favor and pick up this book you will not be disappointed.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 12, 2005

    Yes...It Was Charming In Some Places...

    This is the first book by Gaelen Foley that I bought via B & N. She appeared to get good reader reviews and had quite a few books to choose from. I started with ¿Prince Charming¿ but¿I should have begun with ¿The Pirate Prince¿ and moved to ¿The Princess¿ as they are the first two books in this series and it ends with the one I started with! Oh well. This was over-all an enjoyable novel. As the title says, expect no surprises in the story line. Handsome perfect spoiled Prince meets his match in a poor yet feisty and beautiful local girl. Prince Rafe was all that girls dream of and likewise due to this¿he is spoiled, a little immature and not used to denying any desire he wants. Daniela came from good blood lines but, over the years her family fell to the way side, she lost her mother and they had financial hardships. Fortunately, this struggle helped her to become more sound, wise and wordly. She is a masked rider robbing from the rich and giving to the poor when she meets the prince. I enjoyed the early part of the story the best (her robbing his coach, his shooting her, she gets away and goes under cover, they meet at her grandfathers and attraction blooms..). Their early interaction and battles of the will was fun. I did think they met and fell head over heals for one another fairly quickly ¿ I like when authors drag out the initial courtship, attraction and intimacy scenes longer. The middle part of the book was a bit dull as he got what he wanted in marrying her and bedding her for an heir and she seemed to cave in and be a bit meek once love was declared. I missed their sparing at this point. The end picked up again with action over who in the royal court was trying to harm Prince Rafe and Princess Daniela and who they could trust and who they couldn¿t (Orlando, The Prime Minister, even one another). Some scenes were warm and touching when they truly focused on each other (such as the boat ride in the lake). Some scenes were irritating (when Daniela was brought to the castle to marry him the first time and suddenly her sick and important grand father is practically forgotten, when Rafe seeks out the attention of his previous mistress when Daniela won¿t give in, Rafe constantly not believing in Daniela due to a bad love in his past, etc.) I would have liked to see the characters develop more depth further into the book but, they all redeemed themselves by the end of the story. I guess some of the going back and forth, and constant questioning of loyalty and love was due to them meeting so fast and getting together when they really had little chance to really know one another. This was not a deep story nor was it intense and super passionate but, it hit many notes in the right places. I can¿t help but, give the book good marks over-all as there were enough warm, tender and thoughtful passages to over-ride the few dull or underdeveloped parts. I¿ll look forward to her other books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 29, 2003

    check it out

    this book is great but some scenes are quite not entertaining.,.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 26, 2003

    well well well

    well, *cough* there is only one thing that i have to say about this lady's books and you know what, you can like it, or you can't so here it is: I LOVED IT!!!!! i mean wow. if there is ever a book you need to read it is this one. this was the first book of the asencion trilogy i read and it totaly blew me away. not only is it so sexy, steamy, hot, romantic, lovely, beautiful, captivating, wooing, wonderful, and awesome it's good too!!! this is definetley one of her best books... ever!:). but this book is just like the characters hearts themselves, untamable. this is a realli realli realli good good good book. sorri if i repeat myself :) but there is hardly words to express the wonderful and captivating way gaelen foley expresses they way of true love that we all hope to have one day. :) ;) :)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 20, 2000

    Excellent!

    I haven't read the first book, The Pirate Prince, yet, but I did read Princess and Prince Charming. They were both good, but Prince Charming was wonderful! The main characters were very likable, the villain very despicable, and the plot very exciting. It was very hard to put down, and let me say this . . . after I read Princess, I immediately ordered Prince Charming, and after reading Prince Charming, I absolutely HAD to read Pirate Prince (which I've just ordered). The only bad thing about Foley's books is that they are hard to find at the bookstores! Very good work!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 10, 2000

    I LOVED This Book!

    This book was one of the greatest books I've ever read! It had romance, laughter, and action that made it facinating and hard to put down. Gaelen Foley is a great author, and besides 'Princess', 'The Pirate Prince', and 'Prince Charming' I hope she writes many more exciting novels. I personaly loved this book. Out of the three she has written this is my favorite. I hope others read the book and enjoy it as much as I have. DON'T JUST SIT THERE READ THIS BOOK!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 23, 2000

    Charming Indeed!

    This is a cute and humorous story with enough of the 'dark side' to make an interesting plot. Gaelen Foley's writing reminds me of the playfullness of Julie Garwood's heroines, with a more realistic male lead. I like to read romances, but very few do I recommend. This is one I would enjoy reading again.

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