Royal Fake Fiancé (Dirty Royals Book 3) by Vivian Wood
You can look, but you definitely cannot touch…
I’m Pippa Welch, and there are three things you should know about me.
One, I’ve been the steadfast and loyal best friend of His Royal Highness Lars Løve VII, the second in line to the throne of Denmark, since we met in middle school. I’m also quite possibly the only woman in the country who’s never fallen into bed with him.
Two, I would fall into bed with Lars in a heartbeat, and he has no idea.
And three, I’m not really Pippa Welch.
Everything is fine until the night he comes to me, gets on one knee, pops open a ring box, and…
…asks if I’ll fake an engagement with him.
Lars has been there for me my whole life, so I jump at the chance to help him before I can think better of it. Take some official photos and show my face at some fancy events?
Anything for my bestie, the man for whom I’ve held a torch for a decade.
Only I’m not expecting him to slide his arm around my waist, pull me closer, and kiss me so deeply I can’t think straight. He’s not supposed to whisper I want to taste you in my ear during a royal ball, or to slip me the tongue during the New Years’ parade.
And I really, really wasn’t expecting him to keep up the charade in private.
Lars is slowly breaking down every barrier I’ve put up to keep him out of my heart, and more than anything, I want to let him make this engagement real… but I can’t let him find out my secret.
See, if I let my mask slip, I’m not the only one whose life would be shattered. And if I’m not careful, I’ll lose the man I love and my best friend in the entire world in one fell swoop…
Publication Date: December 4, 2020.
Excerpt Royal Fake Fiancé by Vivian Wood
He swings that sparkling blue gaze my way. When he sees me, his face lights up in a grin.
It’s heart stopping, being the object of his attentions.
Well, fake attentions. I’ll have to get used to that, I guess.
“We are going to have to talk about your building’s security,” he says casually. His eyes sweep the living room, his mouth turning down at one corner. “Actually, maybe we should move you to a bigger place.”
Swallowing, I arch a brow. “That sounds like you would be doing me a very expensive favor. What is my rule about that?”
He rolls his eyes, jerking his head toward the doorway. “I know, I know. That’s not allowed. Come on, we can talk about it on the way to the jeweler.”
I wrinkle my nose, sighing as I follow him. “All right. But you owe me coffee. Actually, you owe me coffee every single day for eternity. And I mean the fancy kind, too.”
Heading downstairs, I emerge from my building.
I’m not expecting the sea of photographers and reporters waiting there, shouting my name. My eyes widen and I freeze.
But Lars smoothly puts his arm around my waist and pulls me onward. He leans in, shouting in my ear to be heard above all the hubbub. “It won’t always be like this.”
I look up at him, trying to parse what he means. He grins at me. “How about a kiss for the cameras?”
Without skipping a beat, he puts his hands on my waist, pulls me close, and kisses me full on the mouth. His lips feel hot and pliable against mine; his grasp on my waist feels so intimate that I blush furiously. I blink, trying to wrap my head around the fact that this is even happening.
Lars Love is kissing me.
It’s only something I’ve imagined a thousand times over. It’s better than the fantasy though.
So, so much better.
Inside, I start to melt.
It takes me a solid fifteen seconds to realize I need to kiss him back. So I reach up timidly, wrap my arms around his shoulders, and open my mouth to him.
Royal Fake Fiancé releases on December 4th!