The Prince's Bride by J.J. McAvoy
Series: The Prince's Bride #1
Publication date: October 29th, 2020
Synopsis (according to Goodreads):
He is a spoiled playboy prince whose family is in desperate need of money.
She's an American heiress who can only get her inheritance through marriage.
According to their families they are a perfect match.
According to each other, arranged marriages have no place in modern times and this could not possibly work.
But Prince Galahad "Gale" of Ersovia is bound by duty to obey the crown anyway.
Odette Wyntor doesn't give a damn, she doesn't want to get married.
Can he change her mind?
Can she even handle what it means to be royal, if he did?
The Prince's Bride is Part 1 of a 2 part series.
Part 2 arrives a month later.
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Excerpt
Gale
"A day ago, you seemed more amenable to this argument. What changed?" he questioned, taking a seat.
I shrugged. "I was more sentimental on that day."
"No you were more like a prince, remembering you have a duty and a purpose higher than yourself. You only seem to forget that after you've debased yourself."
"Is that what the kids are calling sex these days?"
"I let the fact that you were with Sabrina until this morning go--"
"Did you? Because it's not feeling like it."
"I let it go because she is smart enough to know her place. Giselle, on the other hand, seems always to forget hers," he said with more venom than was necessary.
"I did not go see Giselle."
"No, you just spent twelve minutes on a call with her, then sent people out to check on her yesterday. And now you think you're smart enough to tip around the truth with me!"
"I am not a child nor your child, Arthur. I don't need you to lecture me!"
"Yes, you fucking well do!" He slammed his hand onto the table. It took a lot for him to curse, and it was actually amusing on the rare occasion he did. Usually. "How many women do you need exactly, by the way? In the morning, you talk to Giselle. In the evening, you are with Sabrina. Next week, you will want a whole new set of females. Are you not tired yet, Gale?"
"They make blue pills--"
"I am not in the mood to joke with you!"
"And I am not in the mood to fucking argue about my sex life!" I hollered back.
"You watch your tone."
"Or what?" I rose from my chair because I was done with this morning meeting. "I think we should call it a day--"
"I'm not finished speaking!"
"You are not the king!" I hollered back.
"No, but I am the Adelaar! Which means I can call any lord or lady to service. You spoke to Giselle. Does she want to go back to Brazil? Actually, it doesn't even matter. I will simply call her husband, and he will surely take her with him!"
"You wouldn't!"
He raised his right hand. "I swear on the Bible and the crown that I would."
"A day ago, you seemed more amenable to this argument. What changed?" he questioned, taking a seat.
I shrugged. "I was more sentimental on that day."
"No you were more like a prince, remembering you have a duty and a purpose higher than yourself. You only seem to forget that after you've debased yourself."
"Is that what the kids are calling sex these days?"
"I let the fact that you were with Sabrina until this morning go--"
"Did you? Because it's not feeling like it."
"I let it go because she is smart enough to know her place. Giselle, on the other hand, seems always to forget hers," he said with more venom than was necessary.
"I did not go see Giselle."
"No, you just spent twelve minutes on a call with her, then sent people out to check on her yesterday. And now you think you're smart enough to tip around the truth with me!"
"I am not a child nor your child, Arthur. I don't need you to lecture me!"
"Yes, you fucking well do!" He slammed his hand onto the table. It took a lot for him to curse, and it was actually amusing on the rare occasion he did. Usually. "How many women do you need exactly, by the way? In the morning, you talk to Giselle. In the evening, you are with Sabrina. Next week, you will want a whole new set of females. Are you not tired yet, Gale?"
"They make blue pills--"
"I am not in the mood to joke with you!"
"And I am not in the mood to fucking argue about my sex life!" I hollered back.
"You watch your tone."
"Or what?" I rose from my chair because I was done with this morning meeting. "I think we should call it a day--"
"I'm not finished speaking!"
"You are not the king!" I hollered back.
"No, but I am the Adelaar! Which means I can call any lord or lady to service. You spoke to Giselle. Does she want to go back to Brazil? Actually, it doesn't even matter. I will simply call her husband, and he will surely take her with him!"
"You wouldn't!"
He raised his right hand. "I swear on the Bible and the crown that I would."
About the Author:
J.J. McAvoy was born in Montreal, Canada and graduated from Carleton University in 2016 with an honour's degree in Humanities. She is the oldest of three and has loved writing for years. She is inspired by everything from Shakespearean tragedies to current culture. Her novels hope to push boundaries and allow readers to look at the world from another perspective. Please feel free to stay in touch with her via Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr and YouTube, where she video blogs.
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