Doing It Right (23 page)

The Royal Treatment

The Princess-To-Be Primer,

Or, Things I’ve Learned Really Quick, As Compiled by Her Future Royal Highness—Yeah, Whatever—Christina. That’s me.

1. Telling jokes you picked up from the guys on the fishing boat doesn’t go over really well at a fancy ball.
   

2. Must learn to curtsy, stifle burps, and tell the difference between a salad fork and a fruit knife.
   

3. Must not keep thinking about Prince David’s amazing eyes, lips, hands, shoulders, uh … wait, can I start over?
   

4. Becoming a princess is a lot harder than it looks.
   

5. Falling in love is a whole lot easier …
   

In this dazzling, delightfully wacky tale from Mary-Janice Davidson, a tough commoner and a royal prince are about to discover that who they truly are … and what they desperately desire … may both be closer than they ever dreamed …

The Royal Pain

In a world nearly identical to ours, the North won the Civil War, Ben and JLo got married, and everyone dresses well to attend the Grammys. Oh, and Russia never sold Alaska to the U.S. Instead, Alaska is a rough, beautiful country ruled by a famously eccentric royal family, including oldest daughter, Princess Alexandria, whose acid wit and bad case of insomnia have turned her into a tabloid darling, a palace problem, and overall …

The Royal Pain

Marine biologist Dr. Shel (“Never Sheldon”) Rivers has a problem. Some princess expects him to wait on her, hand and dimpled foot. His boss is taken with the royal redhead—brunette, whatever, it’s not like he keeps track of that stuff—and nobody realizes that he just wants to be left alone in his lab. All alone. All the time. Weekends, holidays … it’s all good.

Now here’s Miss Royalpants, insisting that he escort her around the marine institute, explain what he’s doing, kiss her until her toes curl … no, wait, that was his idea. She’s not even apologetic about being born into a royal family! Says it’s his problem
to overcome, not hers. Which leaves him with one option: to kiss her again. And again. And …

So she’s nothing like he expected. In fact, Dr. Rivers can see that this fantastic, exasperating woman has problems no princess should ever have to deal with. And he has an idea to help her get some much-needed sleep. Of course, it involves getting very, very tired beforehand, but if she’s up to it, then so is he …

In this delightfully madcap sequel to
The Royal Treatment,
the Baranov family is back and as unpredictable as ever, and a prickly princess and cranky Ph.D. are about to discover that love conquers attitude every time …

The Royal Mess

In a world nearly identical to ours, the North won the Civil War, flannel is the new bling, and Russia never sold Alaska to the U.S. Instead, Alaska is a beautiful, rough-and-tumble country ruled by a famously eccentric royal family who put the fun back in dysfunctional. And the tabloid darlings are about to get more ink once the King’s “royal oats” come back in the form of a surprise princess, landing them all in, well …

The Royal Mess

Jeffrey Rodinov is descended from one of the oldest families in Alaska, and a Rodinov has been protecting a Baranov for generations. It’s a job Jeffrey takes VERY seriously. Six feet four inches, 220 fat-less lbs., black hair, and blue eyes; weapon of choice: the 9 mm Beretta. In a pinch? His fists. IQ: 157. (Yes, crossword puzzle, in ink, just after taking out the guy behind you. No thanks necessary.) No one ever sees Jeffrey Rodinov coming, and no one—not even a mouthy, illegitimate princess—is going to keep him from playing bodyguard when his king decrees it.

Right. But no Rodinov ever had to protect Princess Nicole Krenski. Her credentials? Hunting guide in
the Alaskan wilderness. Smart. Stubborn bordering on exasperating. Five-seven. Blue eyes. Very kissable mouth. Very kissable neck, back, legs, wrists, earlobes. The lady says she doesn’t need a bodyguard, but that’s where she’s wrong. Someone needs to watch her and show her the royal ropes (and cuffs … and scarves …). Someone who can make her feel like a queen—in and out of bed. And that’s a job Jeffrey Rodinov takes very seriously as well …