Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Mable Kittrick spent her childhood picking up the pieces of her mother’s disasters, learning that control equals survival. But when her carefully planned life starts feeling like a cage, and people call her boring and rigid, she does something reckless for the first time in her life. She books a solo trip to an island, with no itinerary, no plan, and no idea what awaits… What could possibly go wrong?
Caldwell Montclair is looking forward to his brother’s spontaneous wedding. Not only is it a temporary escape from the weight of a crown he doesn’t yet wear, but maybe, for once, everyone will focus on a love life that isn’t his own. That was until he met her. Mable is too innocently sweet and far too naive to be left all alone. It’s only right that he protects her… and keeps her for himself.
Mable doesn’t have a clue who he is. But he knows exactly who she is: his country’s future queen, his wife-to-be, and very soon the mother of his heirs if he has his way.
He made a deal with his own deception to have her. There isn’t a chance in hell he’ll let her go. Even if it requires hiding his crown or becoming the devil himself to keep her. Caldwell knows that if he can just get her to the island before she discovers the truth, she won’t be able to escape.
And he always gets his way. Because some vows, once made, last forever.
This series is dedicated to timeless love stories. It’s got all the tropes you desire, with all of my usual over-the-top alphas and sweetness
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Chapter One
MABLE
The last thing anyone would ever call me is spontaneous. I don’t even care for the word. It causes me anxiety. That is likely because if I were to choose a single word to describe my mother, it would be precisely that.
I never knew what was to come next with her. I’d wake up one morning, and she’d be packing our things and saying we’re spending a month in Amsterdam and then going off to Japan, and who knows where next. Even with my mom being rather well-off, I always felt as though I was scrambling to make sure she had her passport or had booked her flights.
Once we showed up at the airport, and she hadn’t planned anything, saying it would be more fun that way. It wasn’t, not to me. I learned quickly that I needed to be the responsible one. That stuck, and now I’m the way I am, and I rather like it. There are no surprises. I am the antithesis of my mom. I couldn’t tell you what country she’s in right now. Sure, she calls and checks in, but me having gone off to college was best for both of us.
I was accepted into one of the best universities in the world. Those years in college helped my relationship with my mother, even if I do still feel like I’m her parent at times. How I am doesn’t bother me. With how much we traveled growing up, I never got the chance to make friends. I’d struck gold when I got Truly as my roommate. She didn’t mind my quirks.
The university was an all-girl one. With Truly already married, at least on paper, we weren’t out trying to pick up guys. It was not until my final semester of college that I became aware of how far behind I was in terms of dating. Out of curiosity, I downloaded a few apps to see what was out there.
Big mistake. I’d gone on a total of two dates, each with a different man but both equally terrible. I also struggled with flirting in messages. I had more than one of them tell me I was boring, cold, and lacked personality. That I wasn’t pretty enough to be so dull.
Ouch. When multiple people who aren’t connected are telling you something about yourself, you need to take a look inside. I’m not really sure how to do that, but I’m taking inspiration from both my mom and Truly.
I’m going to put myself out there, and there is no time better than now with graduation fresh behind me and my best friend off on a honeymoon. It’s the perfect time to step out and do something I wouldn’t normally do. That’s why I’m now standing in an airport staring up at the upcoming flights, my hand on my luggage in a death grip.
I spot my flight, double-checking my gate for the tenth time to confirm before making my way toward it. There is no reason to have anxiety over this. I don’t have anything pending I need to handle. I’m good to go. I try to reassure myself, but it’s not helping. The urge to tuck tail and not go is strong, but I know I need to do this.
I told myself when I landed I’d pick a hotel. That would make it more spontaneous, but I’m starting to have major regrets. Maybe I can’t do this. What if I land and there isn’t one with availability? Then I’ll be stuck with nowhere to go. I’m sure that’s when a hurricane would roll in, and I packed nothing for a hurricane or even googled what I would need for one.
A group of men’s loud cheers pulls my attention. They are all taking shots and appear to be celebrating. When they notice me staring, I quickly look away.
“Hey!”
“Let us buy you a shot or two.”
“Come on over, sweetheart.” They each start to call out. I glance behind me, not sure who they are speaking to.
“They’re talking to you,” a deep voice rumbles from beside me. “I’ll be buying her drinks,” the man tells them, making them all grumble.
My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth at the sight of him. Good lord. My fingers tighten around my suitcase handle until the plastic ends bite into my palm. I am suddenly aware of every choice I made that morning: the practical sneakers, the comfortable sweater that had seemed so sensible at seven a.m., and the glasses I wore because contacts dry out on planes. I look like someone who checked the weather three times before leaving the house. So basically, I look like I normally do on a daily basis.
As for this man—and that’s what he is: all man—there is a lot to appreciate. Dark, messy, short hair and even darker eyes. The stranger gives me a slow smile, making one dimple appear that almost takes me out right there.