His Princess From the East
by A P VON K'ORYPublish: Apr 30, 2025Contemporary Romance Romance Erotic Romance Dark Romance & EroticaBook Overview
AlyssaWhen I’m introduces me to Prince Carl-Theodor Frederick Maximillian Christoph Albert Maria Johann Anselm 17th Prince of Saxony-Bremer and Lautenburg-Bornheim an-der-Elbe, I’m as breathless as his endless name. Something savage twists inside me. Gorgeous and charming as he might be, I don't trust men like him, men who believe they're a superior species, who wield near-unlimited power with the license of ancient nobility.
Instinct warns me to keep away or I might get burnt to a cinder.
It's easier and safer to pretend he doesn't touch me. So I use my imagination to dream up insults, abusing and defaming him and his family. Meanwhile I try to avoid him.
Until I can’t, because he turns out to be irresistible. He soon has me on my knees before him, which alas is exactly where I want to be. But what does he want? Prince Hot and Cold, arctic ice and lava, he literally brings me to the edge of insanity.
Prince Carl-Theodor of Saxony-Bremer
The first sight of Alyssa blinds me, makes me think of tender blossoms and delicate petals. Then she soon wrecks my being like a derailed express train.
Coincidentally, I suffer Alyssa’s derisive assessment of my family and particularly of me as a man as well as the Prince of Saxony-Bremer. Rage transfixes me. In all my twenty-eight years, nobody ever insulted me. At least not to my face. I’d never been so furious, my pride so injured I could feel the blood dripping from my heart to my innards. So I embark on paying her back in kind with her own medicine: hurt her. In silent fervour I avow to avenge my bloodline.
I’m Head, Protector, and Defender of the House of Saxony-Bremer after Father died. My mother’s and sister’s protection is now my duty. It hurts to hear my family slandered like that by a strange woman. My family is as lily white today as it has been throughout history, give or take. Even when my ancestors were Crusaders of Christendom. After all, we aren’t winged angels floating around twinkling and living on bugger-all but the air we floated in.
But hurting her soon turns around on me and hurts me more than her. Once I bend her to my will, staying away from her proves harder on me than on her. The agonies and sadness I cause her are amplified in me. Have I made a commitment to myself that I can’t keep?
