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Only a royal wedding…
Bitter life lessons have taught Crown Prince Maksim Yurkovich that duty must come before desire. His country needs an heir, so when he discovers his lover can't have children, he must sever their ties. Only Maks can't resist spending one last night in her bed.
…can avert this royal scandal!
Now he faces the biggest diplomatic crisis of his life. Against all odds, Gillian Harris has become pregnant. Maks's royal reserve masks the heart of a fierce Cossack warrior—one who is not above using their mutual passion to convince a hurt, wary Gillian that she must be his queen!
- Sales Rank: #174367 in eBooks
- Published on: 2013-07-01
- Released on: 2013-07-01
- Format: Kindle eBook
About the Author
USA Today Bestseller Lucy Monroe finds inspiration for her stories everywhere as she is an avid people-watcher. She has published more than fifty books in several subgenres of romance and when she's not writing, Lucy likes to read. She's an unashamed book geek, but loves movies and the theatre too. She adores her family and truly enjoys hearing from her readers! Visit her website at: http://lucymonroe.com
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Fury riding him like an angry stallion, Crown Prince Maksim of Volyarus let loose with a punch-cross-hook kickboxing combo against his cousin and sparring partner.
Demyan blocked, and the sound of flesh hitting pads mixed with his grunt of surprise. "Something the matter, your highness?"
Maks hated when his cousin, older by four years and raised as a brother with Maks in their family's palace, referred to him by his title.
Demyan was well aware, but the older man liked pushing buttons, especially during their workout sessions. He said it made the sparring more intense.
Today would have been sufficiently punishing without the added irritation. Not that Maks warned Demyan of that. His cousin deserved what he got.
"Nothing wiping the smug look off your face won't take care of." Maks danced back before driving forward with another fast-paced, grueling combo.
Well-matched in stature and strength, they both kept their six-feet-four-inch frames in top physical condition.
"I thought tonight was the big night with Gillian," Demyan said, scrambling in a way he rarely did during their sessions. "Don't tell me you think she's going to turn you down?"
"If I were going to ask, she'd say yes." And a day ago that certainty had given Maks a great deal of pleasure.
Now, it just taunted him with what he couldn't have. Namely, Gillian.
"So, what is the problem?" Demyan demanded as he went on the offensive, forcing Maks to defend against a barrage of punches and kicks.
"Her medical tests came back."
"She's not sick, is she?" Demyan asked, sounding sincerely concerned.
Coming from a man with a reputation for cold ruthlessness, it would have shocked anyone else.
But Maks knew how much Demyan cared about their family. And for the last eight months, the beautiful, sweet Gillian had been moving closer and closer to joining that group.
"She's perfectly fine." If you didn't count poorly functioning ovaries. "Now."
"What does that mean?"
"She had appendicitis when she was sixteen."
"That was ten years ago, what bearing does it have on her health now?"
"Fallopian tubes."
Demyan stopped and stared at Maks in confusion.
"What?"
In no mood to give his cousin a break, Maks took advantage of the other man's inattention and knocked him on his ass with a well-timed kick.
Demyan jumped to his feet, but he didn't come back for more like Maks expected. "Knock it off and explain what the hell appendicitis as a teenager has to do with an adult woman's fallopian tubes."
Demyan was no idiot. He knew Maks's interest in Gillian's reproductive system was of paramount importance to the House of Yurkovich, the royal family of Volyarus.
"She has a poorly functioning reproductive system." Maks adjusted his thin sparring gloves. "There is less than a thirty percent chance of pregnancy."
A lot less by some estimations, slightly more by others, according the specialist Maks had consulted.
Demyan shoved hair the same dark color as Maks's own off his forehead. "With fertility treatment?"
"I have no intention of becoming the next father of sextuplets."
"Don't be an ass."
"I'm not. You know I cannot marry a woman who won't be able to produce the next heir plus a spare."
Demyan didn't reply immediately. They were both too personally aware of the costs associated with those issues.
"You aren't your father. You don't have to marry a woman you don't love in order to provide an heir."
"I have no intention of doing so. Neither will I marry a woman I like whose only hope of providing that child would be via often painful and not always successful fertility treatments."
"You could adopt."
"Like my parents adopted you?"
"They didn't formally adopt me. I am still a Za-retsky. It was never your father's intention that I inherit the throne."
"You were just his spare," Maks muttered with some bitterness.
Demyan shrugged. "Duty is duty."
"And my duty precludes asking Gillian Harris to marry me." His personal sense of honor also dictated he break things off with her as soon as possible.
"You don't love her?" Demyan asked with only mild curiosity.
"You know better."
"Love only leads to pain," Demyan quoted one of Maks's mother's favorite refrains.
Maks added the rest. "And a compromise on duty."
Both men had reason to believe it, too.
"What are you going to do?" Demyan asked, dropping back into a sparring stance.
Maks executed a simple forward jab-left hook combo. "What do you think?"
"I'll miss her."
Maks didn't doubt it. One of the reasons he'd decided to ask Gillian to marry him was that despite her mostly small-town upbringing, she got along surprisingly well with his family and successfully navigated social situations many would find overwhelming.
The daughter of a renowned world news correspondent, Gillian had been attending events with the world's richest and most powerful since a young age.
Demyan blocked Maks's kick and returned one of his own. "Are you going to tell her tonight?"
"I may not need to." The lovely blue-eyed blonde would have gotten a copy of the results of her latest physical.
Gillian would know about the reasons behind her irregular menses now as well. She already knew the responsibilities associated with his position. She should be expecting the dissolution of their relationship.
A more practical woman than most, he had hopes there would be no awkward "breakup" scene.
"Yes, Nana, I think tonight's the night," Gillian said into the phone mashed to her ear with her shoulder as she hopped around the room trying to get her shoes on.
"Has he told you he loved you yet?" Evelyn Harris, Gillian's nana and the woman who had raised her, asked.
"No."
"Your grandfather has told me every night before we go to sleep for the last forty-eight years that he loves me."
"I know, Nana." But Maks was different.
He held his emotions in check like it was a royal imperative, and ever the dutiful prince, he obeyed. They came out when he was making love, though. After a fashion.
Maks made love with the single-minded intensity of a man who was thinking of nothing else but pleasing and getting lost in the woman who shared his bed.
For the past seven months, that woman had been Gillian.
They'd dated a month before he took her to bed the first time. She'd found that odd at the time, considering his reputation, but later she'd realized that, as unbelievable as it might seem, Maks was looking for more from her than a casual bed partner.
And while she'd been more thrilled than shocked, she'd been stunned all the same.
She didn't belong in his circle. She was not rich, famous, or powerful, but Gillian's father still liked to see her when he was in town. That inevitably meant going to some function or other on his arm. He couldn't dedicate time simply to visiting her, so he included Gillian in his schedule.
As the famous news correspondent's unremarkable daughter, Gillian had attended more than her fair share of diplomatic and high society events.
No one had been more shocked than she when it turned out that Crown Prince Maksim Yurkovich of Volyarus seemed to like unremarkable. Several comments made by him, and a couple by his mother on the few occasions Gillian had met the queen, had made it clear that royalty did not look for notoriety when choosing a mate.
Though regardless, she would have thought Maks would be looking for someone with more personal cache than Gillian to bring into the royal family. Apparently Volyarussians did not have the same requirements for pedigree in a mate than other royal families of the world.
And there couldn't be anyone less notorious than the small-town girl from Alaska who made her living as what her father termed a "chocolate-box" photographer.
There was nothing objectionable, or even questionable in Gillian's past. Her parents hadn't stayed together and neither had been interested in raising her, but they'd entered into a short businesslike marriage prior to her birth and hadn't filed for divorce until a year after.
"I may as well hang up now, your mind is clearly in the clouds again, child," Nana said over the phone line.
Gillian shoved her blond hair behind her ear and adjusted the phone. "I'm sorry, Nana. I didn't mean to—"
"I know. You get to thinking about Maks and the rest of your brain shuts off, especially the part attached to your ears."
"It's not that bad."
Her grandmother's snort said the older woman did not agree. "You make that boy tell you that he loves you before you agree to be his wife."
"He's hardly a boy, Nana." Gillian had made the same protest before, but to little effect.
"I'm seventy-five years old, Gillian. He's a boy to me."
"Some people never say those words," Gillian pointed out, returning to the subject she knew her grandmother considered most important.
"Some people have less sense than God gave a gnat then."
"Rich doesn't say it, but he loves me." Even as she said the words, Gillian knew she wasn't actually certain that they were true.
Her father wasn't an affectionate or demonstrative man. Rich Harris had made little more than a moderate effort to be part of her life, but he'd also been the one to make sure she had two people to raise her who loved and cared for her. The two dear people who had raised him.
"Your daddy is an idiot, no matter what those Pulitzer Prize people say."
Gillian laughed, knowing her grandmother didn't mean the words. Nana was hugely proud of her world famous son and still held out the hope that one day he would take on the role of Gillian's father.
That ship had sailed a long time ago, but Gillian would never say so to the older woman.
She owed too much to Nana to hurt her in any way. "Don't you let him hear you say that. He'll take back the motor home."
"I'd like to see him try. I still have a wooden spoon and I'm not afraid to use it."
Gillian couldn't help more laughter at that. Nana'd had the same fabled wooden spoon all the years of her growing up, too, but her backside had never felt the flat side of it.
"I swear, I don't know what makes that boy of mine think like he does."
"He's fine, Nana. His dreams didn't include having a family. That doesn't make him bad."
"Well, he has a daughter, whether he dreamed you up or not."
"I know." She'd spent her whole life knowing that while she had not been precisely wanted, both her parents had given her the gift of life and that was as far as the sacrifice was ever going to go.
"I don't like to see you settling," Nana said in that tone Gillian hated.
It was the I-worry-about-you-child-I-really-do tone and it came five minutes before Nana decided she needed to give up whatever adventure she and Papa were on to fly back to Seattle and check in on her granddaughter.
"I'm fine, Nana. Better than fine." She was on the verge of getting engaged to the man she loved with her whole heart. "I don't need the words."
And she didn't. She needed the actions. She needed Maks to put her first, to treat her like she mattered and he did that. His life was both high-profile and extremely busy, but Maks didn't cancel dates, he didn't show up late, and he didn't dismiss her interests or her career as a studio photographer.
"Hmmph."
That sound was almost as concerning as the older woman's tone earlier. It implied that Nana would be having a talk with Maks.
Gillian sighed. The man would have to be strong enough to withstand a talking-to, or ten, if they were going to be married.
"Are you and Papa enjoying Vegas?" she asked, hoping to turn to the topic.
"He lost money at the blackjack tables, but I won on the slots." The glee in her grandmother's tone brought a smile to Gillian's face.
"Is Rich still meeting you two for dinner next week?"
"He hasn't texted us to cancel." Nana's lack of fondness for texting came through in the way she said the word.
"Good."
"I suppose we'll have good news to tell him."
"I think so." The doorbell rang. "That's him, I've got to go."
"You call us tomorrow, you hear?"
"Yes, Nana." With news.
Smiling, Gillian rushed to answer the door summons. Her gaze fell on the manila envelope with the results from her latest physical. She hadn't read it yet, but didn't expect anything surprising.
Gillian had her physical yearly, something her father had insisted on since she'd nearly died from appendicitis at the age of sixteen. She chose to see it as proof of affection he never gave voice to.
Maks looked serious and devastatingly attractive in his black Armani suit as Gillian pulled the door open.
She smiled up at all six feet four inches of muscular male towering confidently in her doorway. "You're early."
"And yet you are ready. You are no ordinary woman, Gillian Harris." He didn't return her smile, but his espresso-brown eyes traveled down her body like a caress.
He always did that, making her feel like all the super models in the world wouldn't take his attention from her decidedly normal blond hair, blue eyes, average height and curves.
She stepped back to let him in. "Nana didn't stand for tardiness."
"And here I believed you were so eager to see me, you could not wait to get dressed," he teased.
She grinned up at him. "That, too."
He lowered his head and kissed her, his lips brushing hers in polite greeting. She returned the kiss, letting her mouth open just slightly because she liked the feel of their breath mingling.
He made an inarticulate sound and deepened the kiss, pulling her body flush to his as he maneuvered them back into her apartment. As so often happened when they kissed, time stopped moving for her and the only thing her consciousness registered was the feel of his lips on hers and his hard body so close.
When he pulled back, they were both breathing a little heavily.
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16 of 17 people found the following review helpful.
The story is a bit overdone
By The Book Reading Gals
Title: One Night Heir
Series: N/A
Author: Lucy Monroe
Genre: Romance
Blurb: Only a royal wedding...
Bitter life lessons have taught Crown Prince Maksim Yurkovich that duty must come before desire. His country needs an heir, so when he discovers his lover can't have children, he must sever their ties. Only Maks can't resist spending one last night in her bed.
...can avert this royal scandal!
Now he faces the biggest diplomatic crisis of his life. Against all odds, Gillian Harris has become pregnant. Maks's royal reserve masks the heart of a fierce Cossack warrior-one who is not above using their mutual passion to convince a hurt, wary Gillian that she must be his queen!
Thoughts: Maksim has vowed to himself to never fall in love - however, he is attracted to and admires the lovely Gillian - and is even prepared to offer her marriage. Until his plan is foiled when her health screening comes back stating that she has a very low chance or being able to conceive and carry a baby to term. But their wires become crossed - Gillian opens the results, but due to a phone call has failed to read them! She is fully expecting Maks to make their relationship permanent. When he breaks up with her instead, she is heartbroken. And stunned when she finds herself pregnant! Can Maks then convince her to give him another chance?
The story is a bit overdone - even for Harlequin. I have read so many variations of this type of book, and this book falls right into those standards. That is not necessarily a bad thing. If you're a fan of Harlequin romances this is right up your alley - especially if you love the storylines involving royalty. Monroe is one of those authors that can crank out a good romance novel with a flick of her fingers, and I have enjoyed many a novel by her over the years.
I really enjoyed Gillian's character - she didn't follow meekly along with Maks and his plans or ideals. Even to the point of being ready to have him hauled out by security! She was firm in her beliefs, passionate when it came to doing was best for her baby, yet not spiteful or vindictive. In fact, for me she acted more in the lines with royalty than Maks did - at least when it came to grace of character.
Maks was a bit harder to take - he had this very `proper', arrogant way of talking that just grated on my nerves at many points throughout the book. The fact that he was willing to just toss Gillian aside when he found out about her fertility issues kind of made me angry. I could understand that he needed heirs to the throne and he wanted a female who could have them (didn't like it, but plausible). What really made me angry was the fact that he was totally willing to disregard going through fertility treatments for her so they could be together because he didn't want to risk having `multiples'. If he cared for her the way he said, he would have been willing to do that in order to be with her! He agreed to later on however, when talking about future children - once he already found out that she was pregnant! He always seemed like he was doing her `favors' by conceding certain points to her. I just really thought he had an awfully high opinion of himself. While I understand he was a Prince, I thought a bit more humility to his character would have made him more likeable. He definitely could have used a little more groveling in the book! He wasn't horrible, but he wasn't one of my favorite male characters.
All in all, if you really love the `royalty' spin on romance stories, you'll like this book. Monroe's skillful writing, and Gillian's character alone make it worth the read!
Review By: Sarah
Rate: B-
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15 of 17 people found the following review helpful.
Sooo...h fault again, right?
By Reader
I almost liked this story but I was so annoyed that the h was blamed for not fighting for a H that had dumped her that I could not enjoy the rest of the story. I just cannot understand how when a H dumps a h, how in the world does that get turned into "you didn't fight for us?" I was very disappointed because the H would have been redeemable. He was not a complete jerk and I actually believed that he felt badly. However, the author not only placed blame on the h for "allowing" the H to walk away from her but also failed to redeem the H. There was really no reason to believe that the H really loved the h and that he would have married her if not for her being pregnant. Of course he wanted her NOW, of course he didn't want her to walk away. He was getting everything he wanted, no hard choice there. That was not the issue. The issue was that the H only wanted the h if she was able to provide a child, she does, he keeps her. That does not seem like love to write about, it seemed more convenient than romantic. In the end, he does admit he loves the h but by that same logic, didn't he love her when he decided to walk away from her too? The only difference was that now she was going to give him the heir that he wanted. Perhaps if the author would have devoted more time in the H winning the h back or if there was more actions from the H that demonstrated that he loved the h without the baby or above all things then I would have liked the story.
10 of 11 people found the following review helpful.
disappointing...
By Ree
Poor Gillian....expressing her love before the H commits himself! Somehow this puts me off a story. Though the h is a strong charactered woman she makes herself so vulnerable to the H whose priorities lie elsewhere. I don't think he deserved her at all. She accuses him of not loving her, which is ridiculous, because either you love or you don't. He is more practical than emotional which probably his position demands but doesn't say much about his feelings for her. His realization of his love for her seems almost a convenience for all around. If it wasn't for the baby(he is already dating other women!), I doubt he would have gone back to her. A rather disappointing read.
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