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Prince of Dreams

Prince of Dreams

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by Lisa Kleypas
A wealthy and bitter exile, he most dangerous and desirable man in all of England, he burns to possess a proud, headstrong beauty who is promised to another. But winning Emma Stokehurst's exquisite hand through threats and determination does nothing to fill the empty spaces in Nikola's heart—until passion's magic carries the handsome, tormented prince back to a


A wealthy and bitter exile, he most dangerous and desirable man in all of England, he burns to possess a proud, headstrong beauty who is promised to another. But winning Emma Stokehurst's exquisite hand through threats and determination does nothing to fill the empty spaces in Nikola's heart—until passion's magic carries the handsome, tormented prince back to a bygone era of splendor and romantic dreams. For there his destiny awaits him in a distant life. And in one remarkable woman's tender touch—achingly familiar but gloriously new—he must seek the elusive promise of ecstasy . . .and learn, at last, to love.

Author Biography: After Graduation from Wellesley College with a political science degree, Lisa Kleypas decided to make writing her full-time career. She is a former Miss Massachusetts and competed in the 1985 Miss America Pageant. She currently redides near San Antonio with her husband Greg and her son Griffin.

Lisa's novels with Avon Books are Only In Your Arms, Only With Your Love, Then Came You, Dreaming Of You, Midnight Angel, Prince Of Dreams, Somewhere I'll Find You, and Because You're Mine.

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Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
In English exile from his Russian homeland and his family, Prince Nikolas Angelovsky is a wonderfully romantic, dark and brooding hero complete with a haunted past. One of his occupations in exile has been watching Emma Stokehurst and waiting for her to reach marriageable age. But Emma nearly slips from his grasp when she makes marriage plans of her own to a fortune-hunting scoundrel. Nikki puts the fear of God into her intended, sending him off to marry another heiress. Unaware of the intrigue surrounding her suitor's desertion, the devastated Emma agrees to a marriage of convenience with Nikki, who promises her personal freedom, access to his vast wealth and a lasting sanctuary for her menagerie of abused animals. But once they're married, Nikki steers clear of his bewildered bride, eventually turning ruthlessly cold and hard. This is where the haunted past comes in, one that gives readers a clue as to Nikki's horrid behavior. But readers have no clue that Nikki's about to be zapped back 170 years to 1707, into the character of one of his ancestors. For some 100 pages-practically a novella-Kleypas deserts the main point to plague us with this ancestor's tragic love story, which is intended to teach Nikki a lesson. Kleypas's (Only with Your Love) style is clear and uncomplicated. If one can forgive the flashback (most easily done by skipping it), then the rest of the book is a treat. (Aug.)

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Chapter One

1877 London

"WAITING FOR SOMEONE?" A man's voice cut through the rustling quiet of the garden. The Russian accent was soft and guttural, falling pleasantly on Emma's ears. Turning with a wry smile, Emma watched as Prince Nikolas Angelovsky stepped out of the shadows.

With his golden skin, his sun-streaked hair, and his unpredictable cruelty, Nikolas was more like a tiger than a human being. Emma had never seen such a perfect blend of beauty and menace in any other man. She knew from personal experience that there was good reason to fear him. But she was an expert at handling dangerous creatures. The only sure way to be hurt was to show her fear.

Emma relaxed her spine and settled more comfortably on the stone bench, located in the most secluded section of the formal estate garden. "I'm certainly not waiting for you," she replied briskly. "Why are you out here?"

He smiled at that, his white teeth gleaming in the darkness. "I felt like taking a walk."

"I'll thank you to walk somewhere else. I'm trying to meet someone in private."

"Who is it?" He slid his hands into his pockets, walking around her.

"Go away, Nikolas."

"Tell me."

"Go away!"

"You can't order me about on my own estate, child." Nikolas stopped a few feet away from her. He was a tall man, one of the few in London whom Emma didn't tower over. He had big hands and feet, and a spare, powerful build. A shadow fell across his face, obscuring all but the piercing yellow gleam of his eyes.

"I'm not a child. I'm a full-grown woman."

"So you are," Nikolas said softly. His gaze swept over her, taking note of herslender figure wrapped in a simple white gown. Emma's face, as always, was unpowdered and unpainted. Her hair had been pinned into a tight chignon, but exuberant curls sprang around her face and neck. Her hair was a sublime shade of red, burning with bronze and cinnamon lights.

"You look beautiful tonight," he said.

Emma laughed. "Don't flatter me. 'Attractive' is the best I can do, and I know it. It's hardly worth having my head stuck with hairpins and my ribs crushed with tight lacing until I can't breathe. I'd much rather go 'round wearing boots and breeches and be comfortable, as men are. If one can't be beautiful, one shouldn't have to try at all."

Nikolas didn't argue, though he had his own opinion on the matter. Emma's unique attractiveness had always fascinated him. She was a strong, resilient woman, with the grace of a tall-masted ship. Her face was a composition of delicate angled cheekbones, a lush mouth, a scattering of golden freckles across the bridge of her nose. Long-limbed and slender, she reached a height of nearly six feet, even in her flat slippers. Nikolas topped her by a scant two inches. He had often imagined her body matched exactly to his, her legs and arms wrapped around him.

They were right for each other. Strange that no one else could see it, but it had been clear to Nikolas for years, ever since he had first met her. She had been a devil-child, an explosive bundle of gangly limbs and wild red hair. Now she was a young woman of twenty, with a ruthless honesty that was a perfect foil for his own secretive nature. She reminded him of the women he had known in Russia, women with fire in their souls . . . so unlike the tepid European creatures he had known for the past seven years.

Aware of his inspection, Emma made a face at him. "I don't mind being plain," she said. "As far as I can tell, beauty is a terrible inconvenience. Now you really must go, Nikolas. With you hovering around, no man will dare come near me."

"Whomever you're waiting for, he won't last any longer than the others."

Emma scowled in sudden defiance. "This one will."

"They never stay," he continued idly. "You send them all away, in the exact order they come to you. Why is that?"

Emma's vivid flush clashed with her hair. She clamped her lips together. His arrow had found its mark. This was her third Season after having been presented. If she didn't marry soon, she would be considered a failure in the marriage market and on a rapid road to spinsterhood.

"I don't see why I need a husband," she said. "I don't like the idea of being owned by someone. You probably think that makes me unwomanly."

"I consider you very much a woman."

Her auburn brows inched upward. "Is that a compliment or mockery? With you, it's hard to tell."

"I never mock you, Emma. Other people, yes. You, no."

She gave a disbelieving snort.

Nikolas came forward then, stepping into the light that spilled gently from a garden lantern. "You will accompany me back inside now. As your host--and a distant cousin--I can't allow you to stay out here unchaperoned."

"Don't try to claim any kinship between us. You're my stepmother's relative, and you have no ties to me whatsoever."

"We're cousins by marriage," he insisted.

Emma smiled at that, knowing that as cousins, they could have a far more informal relationship, calling each other by first names and talking privately without the need of a chaperone. "Whatever you say, Your Highness."

"Perhaps you would like a tour of my art collection," Nikolas suggested. "I have an icon wall that might interest you. Many of them are works from thirteenth-century Novgorod."

"I don't care for art, and I certainly don't want to look at any gloomy old icons." Emma gave him a skeptical glance. "Why do you keep them?

Prince of Dreams. Copyright © by Lisa Kleypas. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

Meet the Author

New York Times bestselling author Lisa Kleypas graduated from Wellesley College with a political science degree. She’s a RITA award-winning author of both historical romance and contemporary women’s fiction. She lives in Washington State with her husband Gregory and their two children.

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