Blurb:
When Natalia’s horrid stepsister locks her in a closet, steals her identity, and sets out to marry Prince Bennett in her place, Natalia nearly gives up hope. Luckily, she has a fairy godmother willing to guide her steps. Dressed in nothing but a mouse-skin pelt and assured that Bennett will recognize her even though they’ve never met, she sets out for his palace.
Prince Bennett knows that he must marry his princess, but when he meets her, something seems amiss. He cannot reconcile the lively, veiled beauty he consorts with at night with the waspish princess he meets during the day. And to make matters worse, he can barely fight off his attraction to a fur-clad scullery maid. Whatever will he do?
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Praise for Unveiling His Princess:
4.5 out of 5 cherries: “If a reader enjoys stories that parallel their favorite fairy tales then this story is going to please and impress…Unveiling His Princess is a wonderful short story sure to entertain readers with a spicy and romantic fantasy.” -Xeranthemum, Whipped Cream Reviews. Read the full review!
4 out of 5 cups: “I have never read a version of Cinderella I didn’t like and this was no exception. This version is a delightfully enjoyable tale told with some nice touches of humour… pure magic.” – Claudette, Happily Ever After Reviews. Read the full review!
“Kept me reading from the first sentence on.” -Author Roseanne Dowell.
Excerpt:
Pushing away from him, she caught up her skirts. “I beg your pardon, Bennett, but I really must go.”
As he was left gaping as she ran from the ballroom. Without thinking, he dashed out of the ballroom after her. “Natalia!” he called as soon as he reached the corridor. “Natalia, wait!”
Thankfully, she slowed to a stop and turned around. He ogled her ankles, but quickly raised his gaze to her–still covered–face. He had more immediate concerns to be focusing on. She didn’t say anything, so he continued, “Why did you leave so suddenly?”
She glanced behind her as if she longed to continue on her way, but she answered, “I saw … someone unpleasant.”
His face turned to stone. His mind roared. He knew he must seem terrifying, but for some reason the thought of anyone upsetting his bride-to-be awakened his most primitive urges. “Who?” he snarled. “Is it a man?”
She shook her head. “No, Bennett. No, it’s a woman.”
Stepping forward, he closed the distance between them. He didn’t know what he could do for her, how he could ease her path. The trials of women were a mystery to him. “Who?” he repeated, this time gently. “I can ensure she is never invited to another event.”
The maddening woman shook her head again. Surely she understood that he couldn’t simply let the matter lie? “No. It’s perfectly all right. I am tired, in any case. I did only travel here today.”
He smiled tightly. “Perhaps I should have waited until you were recovered.” He took another step toward her. He could reach out and touch her now if he wished. And oh, how badly he wished. He took another small step and lifted his finger, tracing her veil.
She backed away. “Don’t,” she said. Her voice trembled. At least he affected her in some small way, he reflected.
If she thought keeping her virginal veil across her features would stop him from kissing her, she was wrong. He shifted, crowding her. “I suppose I’ll just have to kiss you with it on.” And he did.
