His Majesty's Mistake (Harlequin Presents Series #3075)

His Majesty's Mistake (Harlequin Presents Series #3075)

by Jane Porter

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ISBN-13: 9780373130818
Publisher: Harlequin
Publication date: 06/19/2012
Series: Harlequin Presents Series , #3075
Edition description: Original
Pages: 192
Product dimensions: 4.24(w) x 6.44(h) x 0.54(d)

About the Author

Jane Porter loves central California's golden foothills and miles of farmland, rich with the sweet and heady fragrance of orange blossoms. Her parents fed her imagination by taking Jane to Europe for a year where she became passionate about Italy and those gorgeous Italian men! Jane never minds a rainy day – that's when she sits at her desk and writes stories about far-away places, fascinating people, and most important of all, love. Visit her website at: www.janeporter.com

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Alejandro had to be here. Had to be.

Because if he wasn't at Mynt Lounge, South Beach's trendiest nightclub, he wasn't in South Beach any longer. She'd checked the other clubs first and she knew Alejandro. He only did cool. He only did chic. It was Mynt Lounge or nothing. And it had to be here because she had to see him.

Ignoring the dozens of young American women queuing outside in stiletto heels and skirts so short they barely covered their assets, Princess Emmeline d'Arcy of Brabant stepped from her cab onto the curb and tucked a long gleaming strand of hair behind her ear. She would make Alejandro listen to reason. She'd make him see her position and surely he'd change his mind once he understood what was at stake.

Her name.

Her reputation.

And even more importantly, the future and security of their child.

Her stomach rose in protest and she willed the nausea to pass. She wouldn't get sick here, not when everything was riding on the next five minutes.

Air bottled in her lungs, shoulders squared, Princess Emmeline d'Arcy of the European commonwealth Brabant headed straight for the entrance, bypassing the line that snaked around the building and down the side street.

Alejandro would honor the promise he'd made her. He'd be a man and keep his word. He had to.

As Emmeline approached the front door, the club bouncer dropped the red velvet rope for her, giving her instant admission into the exclusive club. He didn't know Emmeline personally. He had no idea she was a European royal. But it was clear to everyone present that she was someone important. A VIP. And Mynt Lounge was all about celebrities, models and VIPs. It had, reputedly, the tightest door policy in all of South Beach.

Inside the darkened club, giant stars and metallic balls hung from the ceiling as futuristic go-go girls danced on the bar in nonexistent costumes and white thigh-high boots. A wall of purple lights flashed behind the DJ and other lights shifted, painting the writhing crowd on the dance floor purple, white and gold, leaving corners shadowy.

The princess paused, her long black lashes dropping as she scanned the interior looking for Alejandro, praying he'd be here. Praying he hadn't left South Beach yet for tomorrow's polo tournament in Greenwich. His horses had already gone, but he usually followed later.

A cocktail waitress approached and Emmeline shook her head. She wasn't here to party. She was here to make sure Alejandro did the right thing. He'd made love to her. She'd gotten pregnant. He'd vowed to take care of her. And now he'd better do it.

She wanted a ring, a wedding date and legitimacy for their unborn child.

He owed that much to her.

It had never been her plan to leave Europe, but she'd learned to love Alejandro's Argentina. They could live outside Buenos Aires on his estancia and have babies and raise horses.

It was a different future than the one her family had planned for her. She was to have been Queen of Raguva, married to King Zale Patek, and her family would be upset. For one thing, Alejandro wasn't a member of the aristocracy, and for another, he had a bit of a reputation, but once they were married, surely her mother and father would accept him. Alejandro was wealthy. He could provide for them. And she believed in her heart that he would provide, once he understood she had nowhere to go, no other options. European princesses didn't become single mothers.

While she'd never wanted to marry King Zale Patek, she did respect him. She couldn't say the same for Alejandro, and she'd slept with him.

Stupid. Stupid to sleep with someone you didn't love, hoping that maybe he did love you, and would want you and protect you…rescue you…as if you were Rapunzel locked high in the ivory tower.

Emmeline shuddered, horrified. But what was done was done and now she had to be smart. Keep it together.

Swallowing convulsively, Emmeline smoothed the peacock-blue satin fabric of her cocktail dress over her hips. She could feel the jut of her hipbones beneath her trembling hands. She'd never been this thin before, but she couldn't keep anything down. She was sick morning, noon and night, but she prayed that once she hit the second trimester the nausea would subside.

From the VIP section in the back she heard a roar of masculine laughter. Alejandro. So he was here.

Her stomach fell, a wild tumble, even as her limbs stiffened, body tight, humming with anxiety.

He'd been ignoring her, avoiding her calls, but surely once he saw her, he'd remember how much he'd said he adored her. For five years he'd chased her, pursuing her relentlessly, pledging eternal love. She'd resisted his advances for years, too, but then in a weak moment earlier in the spring, she'd succumbed, giving him her virginity.

It hadn't been the passionate experience she'd hoped for. Alejandro had been impatient, even irritated. She'd been surprised by the emptiness and roughness of the lovemaking but told herself that it'd be better the next time, that as she grew to love him, she'd learn how to relax. She'd learn how to respond. She'd heard that sex was so different when you were emotionally close and she hoped that it was true.

But there hadn't been a next time. And now she was pregnant.

Ridiculous. Horrifying. Especially as she was engaged to another man. It was an arranged marriage, one that had been planned years ago for her when she was still in her teens, and the wedding was scheduled for just ten days from now. Obviously she couldn't marry King Patek pregnant with Alejandro's baby. So Alejandro needed to man up. Do the right thing, and accept his responsibility in this catastrophe.

Shoulders thrown back, head high, Emmeline entered the darkened VIP room, her narrowed gaze scanning the low plush couches filled with lounging guests. She spotted Alejandro right away. He was hard to miss in his billowy white shirt that showed off his dark hair, tan skin and handsome Latin profile to perfection. He wasn't alone. He had a stunning young brunette in a shocking red mini-dress on his lap.

Penelope Luca, Emmeline thought, recognizing the young model who had recently become the new It girl. But Penelope wasn't merely sitting on Alejandro's lap. Alejandro's hand was up underneath the young model's short red skirt, his lips were nuzzling her neck.

For a moment Emmeline couldn't move or breathe. For a moment she stood transfixed by the sight of Alejandro pleasuring Penelope.

And then humiliation screamed through her.

This was the man who'd promised to love her forever? This was the man who wanted her, Emmeline d'Arcy, above all others? This was the man she'd sacrificed her future for?

"Alejandro." Her voice was low, clear and sharp. It cut through the pounding music, hum of voices and shrill laughter. Heads turned toward Emmeline. She was dimly aware that everyone was looking at her but she only had eyes for Alejandro.

He looked up at her from beneath his lashes, his lips still affixed to the girl's neck, his expression mocking.

He didn't care.

Emmeline's legs shook. The room seemed to spin.

He didn't care, she thought again, horror mounting. He didn't care if she saw him with Penelope. He didn't care how Emmeline felt. Because he didn't care for her. He'd never cared, either.

It hit her that it had all been a game for him…to bed a princess. The challenge. The chase. The conquest. She'd merely been a beautiful royal scalp to decorate his belt. And now that he'd possessed her, taken her innocence, he'd discarded her. As if she were nothing. No one.

Fury and pain blinded her. Fury with herself, pain for her child. She'd been stupid, so stupid, and she had no one to blame but herself. But wasn't that her problem? Hadn't that been her Achilles' heel her entire life? Needing love? Craving validation?

Her weakness sickened her, shamed her. Nausea hit her in waves.

"Alejandro," she repeated his name, her voice dropping, breaking, fire licking her limbs, daggers slicing her heart. "I will not be ignored!"

But he did ignore her. He didn't even bother to look at her again.

Her legs shook. Her eyes burned. How dare he mock her this way. She marched closer, temper blazing. "You're a liar and a cheat. A pathetic excuse for a man—"

"Stop." A deep, hard male voice spoke from behind her, interrupting her, even as a hand settled on her shoulder.

She struggled to shake the hand off, not finished with Alejandro yet. "You will take responsibility," she insisted, trembling with rage.

"I said, enough," Sheikh Makin Al-Koury repeated tersely, head dropped, mouth close to Hannah's ear. He was angry, very angry, and he told himself it was because his assistant had gone missing in action, and that he resented having to chase her down like a recalcitrant puppy, but it was more than that.

It was her, Hannah, dressed like…looking like…sex. Sex in high heels.

Impossible. Hannah wasn't sexy. Hannah wasn't hot, but here she was in a cocktail dress so snug that it looked painted on her slim body, the turquoise satin fabric clinging to her small, firm breasts and outlining her high, round ass.

The fact that he noticed her ass blew his mind. He'd never even looked at her body before, didn't even know she had a body, and yet here she was in a tight shimmering dress with kohl-rimmed eyes, her long dark hair tumbling free over her shoulders.

The thick tousled hair cascading down her back drew his eye again to her ass, and desire flared, his body hardening instantly.

Makin gritted his teeth, disgusted that he was responding to his assistant like an immature schoolboy. For God's sake. She'd worked for him for nearly five years. What was wrong with him?

She tried to jerk away from him, and his palm slid across the warm satin of her bare shoulder. She felt as hot and erotic as she looked, and he hardened all over again, her smooth soft skin heating his.

Stunned that she was being manhandled, Emmeline d'Arcy turned her head sharply to get a look behind her but all she could see was shoulders—endless shoulders—above a very broad chest covered in an elegant charcoal dress shirt.

"Unhand me," she choked, angling her head back to get a better look at him, but she couldn't see his face, not without turning all the way around. Her vision was limited to his chin and jaw. And it wasn't an easy jaw. He was all hard lines—strong, angular jaw, square chin, the fierce set of firm lips. The only hint of softness she could see was the glimpse of dark bronze skin at his throat where his collar was open.

"You're making a fool of yourself," he said harshly, his English lightly accented, his voice strangely familiar.

But why was his voice familiar? Did she know him? More importantly, did he know her? Was he one of her father's men? Had her father, King William, sent someone from his security, or King Patek?

She craned her head to get a better look, but he was so tall, and the club so very dark. "Let me go," she repeated, unwilling to be managed by even her father's men.

"once we're outside," he answered, applying pressure to her shoulder.

She shuddered at the warmth of his skin against hers. "I'm not going anywhere. Not until I've spoken with Mr. Ibanez—"

"This is neither the time or place," he said, cutting her short. His hand moved from her shoulder to her wrist, his fingers clamping vise-like around her fragile bones.

He had a tight grip, and she shivered as heat spread through her. "Release me," she demanded, tugging at her wrist. "Immediately. "

"Not a chance, Hannah," he answered calmly, and yet his tone was so hard and determined that it rumbled through her, penetrating deep to rattle her bones.


He thought she was Hannah.

Her heart faltered. A cold shivery sensation slid down her spine as she put the pieces together. His deep, familiar voice. His extraordinary height. His ridiculous strength.

Sheikh Makin Al-Koury, Hannah's boss. Emmeline stiffened, realizing she was in trouble—she'd spent the past four days impersonating his personal assistant.

And then he was dragging her from the club, through the crowded dance floor and out the front door.

Emmeline's head spun as they stepped outside, away from the blinding lights and gyrating bodies on the bar and dance floor. The heavy nightclub door swung closed behind them, silencing the thumping music.

It was only then that he released her and turning, she looked straight up into Sheikh Al-Koury's face. He wasn't happy. No, make that he was livid.

"Hello," she said, voice cracking.

One of his strong black eyebrows lifted. "Hello?" he repeated incredulously. "Is that all you have to say?"

She licked her lips but her mouth remained too dry and her lips caught on her teeth.

Five days ago it had seemed like a brilliant idea to beg Hannah, the American who looked so much like her, to change places with her for a few hours so Emmeline could escape her security detail at the hotel and confront Alejandro. Hannah had become a blonde and Emmeline a brunette. They'd changed hairstyles, wardrobes and lifestyles. It was to have been for a few hours, but that had been days ago and since then everything had become so very complicated as Hannah was now in Raguva, on the Dalmatian Coast, masquerading as Princess Emmeline, while Emmeline was still here in Florida, pretending to be Hannah.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" she stuttered now, staring up into Sheikh Makin Al-Koury's face, trapped in his light eyes. His eyes were gray, the lightest gray, almost silver, and his expression so fierce her legs went weak.

"Saving you from making a complete ass of yourself," he answered grimly. He had a face that was too hard to be considered classically handsome—square jaw, strong chin, high slash of cheekbones, with a long straight nose. "Have you completely lost your mind?"

Desperation sharpened her voice. "I have to go back in. I must speak with him—"

"He didn't seem interested," Sheikh Al-Koury interrupted as if bored.

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His Majesty's Mistake 3.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 15 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great Read!
Mengel2 More than 1 year ago
Princess Emmeline d’Arcy of Brabant, who was engaged to marry King Zale Patek, was storming through Mynt Lounge, one of South Beach’s trendiest night clubs,  in search of Alejandro Ibanez, Argentina‘s star polo player.   Pregnant, unwed and engaged to another man, Princess Emmeline was on a mission to get answers from Alejandro.  For five years he had chased her and she had turned down his advances.  In a state of weakness she succumbed to his advances and gave up her virginity.  All it took was that one night.  One night of empty love making and losing her virginity for Princess Emmeline d’Arcy to get pregnant.  Alejandro had been avoiding her calls, but now she wanted answers.  She was sure that once he saw her he’d remember how much he’d said he adored her.  However, when Emmeline spotted Alejandro in the VIP section of Mynt Lounge, he was not alone.  Sitting on his lap was young model, Penelope Luca.  Penelope was not just sitting on Alejandro’s lap, he had his hand seductively up her short, red skirt.  Witnessing this, Emmeline sharply called his name.  Alejandro didn’t even acknowledge her.  Suddenly a deep voice spoke behind her and Sheikh Makin Al-Koury was leading her out of the club.  Sheikh Makin Al-Koury couldn’t believe that she was in a club and dressed like … sex!  What the Sheikh didn’t know was that who he thought was his assistant, Hannah Smith, was really Princess Emmeline d’Arcy of Brabant.  A few days prior, at a polo match in Palm Beach, Princess Emmeline had asked Hannah if they could switch places for a few hours.  Emmeline was amazed at how much her and Hannah resembled each other.  She had asked if they could trade places for a few hours so Emmeline could go out in public and not be recognized.  What she really had planned was to find and confront Alejandro.  In keeping up the charade that she was indeed Hannah, she accompanied Makin to Kadar for a large conference he was hosting for two dozen dignitaries and their spouses.  After arriving to Kadar, Makin had gotten a call that Alejandro was in an automobile accident and in surgery.  He knew he had to tell Hannah, but he knew it would be hard.   Will Sheikh Makin Al-Koury find out that Hannah was really Princess Emmeline, who he disliked?  Will Emmeline and Hannah be able to switch places before everyone finds out about their charade?  Will Emmeline keep her unborn baby and risk humiliating her family? I really enjoyed this story and the characters.  Emmeline, although a princess, showed real emotion and concerns.  They were characteristics that anyone could relate to.  Makin was a big, handsome, wealthy man full of power.  He put on a tough persona, but really was a loving and caring person who only wanted to do good and help others.  Makin was the type of man that you could fall in love with.  This book was very well written and had you believing in true love.  I only wish that there was a sequel to it.  I would highly recommend this book and gave it a 5 star rating. 
DeliciousReads More than 1 year ago
I couldn't wait to get my hands on His Majesty's Mistake after reading Not Fit for a King. While I enjoyed Hannah's story much more, Emmeline's was very satisfying. Jane Porter managed to make a very unlikeable, spoiled princess seem incredibly sympathetic. I love how Makin was imposing and intimidating but seeing him through Emmeline's eyes made me fall in love with him. Nobody does Harlequin Presents like Jane Porter, so give it a read...you won't be disappointed.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
**If I could give this book a rating of zero stars I think I would do that, but for now one star will do. I have no idea why other people seem to like this book so much because for me it was torture. I couldn't even finish the last ten pages because I kept on screaming out how awful this book is. So here it goes.. **Emmeline is a girl who growing up could never get enough love from her parents, not that her parents showed love much to begin with. Her parents weren't any good to begin with. Her mother has anger issues, so much so that when Emmeline reveals that she is pregnant, her mother calls her a "Slut." Wow, I wish she was my mother, not! As for her father, he barely says a single word, and when he does talk he doesn't listen to what Emmeline has to say. "I'm proud of you, Em. To snare one of the world's richest men. That says something." Boy, if he was my father I would love him like chocolate, not. Seriously, her parents sucked! Moving on. **Then there is Makin. He originally thinks that Emmeline is his secretary, Hannah, who happens to be Emmeline's twin sister. A thought Makin had early in the book, "She wasn't Hannah, nor was she fragile, but a conniving manipulative princess who cared for no one but herself." And this trend carries through most of the book. Later though when it is revealed that he loves her, he tells her, "So I'll go shower and dress in the other room, but I will have you tonight, Emmeline. So do what you have to now, because later you'll be mine." Wow, I wish he was the first person who I had incredible sex with because he sounds like a real gem. Yes. While Em is pregnant, she lost her virginity to a guy who did not care one iota about her pleasure. While Makin makes sure to satisfy his partners in this area, he is also a prick. He has sex with her the night they were married and rather than easing Em into this, he goes all the way with her, clearly not caring much that she basically has abandonment issues and such. I just do not like him even though the sex seemed to be good. **Then there is also the issue with how much has been repeated throughout the book. In the beginning right before their first kiss, it was revealed in maybe half a dozen different ways that she was wearing an orange chiffon ress, is it really necessary to repeat the same stuff over and over [etc]? I blame myself for choosing this book. Normally I spend A LOT of time choosing my books, why should you have to suffer through a book, waste time reading it, waste money on a book. But I had gone through all my other books rather quickly and this seemed like it would have a good plot, even a good love story, but I was wrong. It is a decent book if you're looking to understand people/characters, like how someone who has never been loved can fall easily for a person who says nice things. I just can't see how Em and Makin are together when she had revealed that she wanted a simple life in the England countryside where she could live a simple life raising her child, instead she doesn't fight against being married off to Makin, as she would have been married off to Zale Patek [who her twin sister, Hannah wound up marrying]
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Very enjoyable
CatmomJD More than 1 year ago
I couldn't wait to read this book after reading Not Fit For A King. As with the first, it is just as much fun of a read.
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Love this author's writing, characters,depth if emotion.
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kimberlyindy More than 1 year ago
Love it! It is the 2nd book about the sisters trading places and I think I loved it even more than the 1st. Jane Porter has an way of making characters that you would normally want to not like be likable.
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