Reign A Romance Anthology - Nina Levine Page 0,86

of our baby that my doctor emailed me this morning after my ultrasound. Javier tried like hell to move his meetings around so he could come with me, but between our various commitments and the doctor’s schedule, we couldn’t make it work for him to attend. I wanted to send this image to him straight away, but decided against that, because I wanted to watch him as he took his first look at our child.

I’m so glad I waited.

This moment is priceless.

He takes the phone from me and spends a good minute silently committing the image to memory before finally meeting my gaze again.

The emotions I see in his eyes melt their way into my heart and I forget to breathe.

This man has so much love inside him that most people don’t see, but I see it. I see all of it. And feel it in a way that causes my knees to go weak.

“She’s going to fight me harder than you do, isn’t she?” he says.

I laugh. “You don’t know what’s in store for you.”

“No more daughters after her.”

“Unfortunately for you, this might be the one thing in life you can’t control. And oh, how I’m going to be praying for all the daughters under the sun.”

His lips capture mine and he kisses me like he can’t get enough of me. “You are my ruin, dulzura. My absolute fucking ruin.”

I smile up at him. “And you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Thank you so much for reading SURRENDERED HEARTS.

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King of the Boroughs

Penny Dee

Prologue

Once upon a time, there were two castles standing side by side.

In one castle was a prince.

In the other a princess.

Both born on the same day, only minutes apart.

Two best friends growing up in the olive groves on their family’s coastal lands in Italy.

Also, in each castle were kings.

Brothers bound not by blood, but by loyalty and trust.

Two ruthless businessmen, ruling the land.

Each as powerful and as merciless as the other.

But when the kings suddenly became brutal rivals, a darkness swept across their kingdoms, and the two houses became enemies.

One king left for the new world, taking the princess with him and breaking the young prince’s heart.

Before she was swept away, the princess gave her one true love a paper heart, and the one special thing she could only ever give one man. Lying in the lush grass under a moonlit sky, she vowed to always love him.

In return, the prince swore that when they turned eighteen, he would find her, and they would run away together so he could make her his queen.

He meant it, he said.

And she believed him.

1

Bella

Age seventeen

I’m a romantic at heart.

I guess that’s why I’m here, sneaking through the shadows of Havenwood Girls School at two minutes to midnight, risking a third and final warning, to break into our headmistress’s desk drawer. Inside is Felicity Morgan’s cell phone. I know its location because that’s where all the seized contraband ends up.

Felicity, or Flick as we all call her, had it confiscated for texting her boyfriend during English period. They’re running away together. He’s a senior at the neighboring boys’ school, and they’ve made a plan to run off to Vegas to get married.

I think it’s romantic.

The other girls think it’s crazy and think they should just wait until school is finished before doing anything so rash.

But I get it.

In three weeks’ time, I’ll be eighteen, and Alessandro will come bursting through those doors to claim me as his queen, and there isn’t a goddamn thing anyone will be able to do about it. We’ve been kept apart for more than eighteen months. And there’s been zero contact. No secret messages. No texting. Just a promise made under a milky twilight back in Italy. A promise that blooms in my heart. A promise that doesn’t need anything but the faith I have in it.

Until then, if I can help one of my fellow romantics, I will.

Sneaking along the long