Enticing Liam, an all new stand-alone contemporary romance by New York Times bestselling author Kristen Proby.
Princess Eleanor has had it up to her royal eyeballs. She’s surrounded by suitable men, each more rude and obnoxious than the last. None of them are worthy of her heart—not to mention her virginity. So what’s a girl to do? Flee to Montana to stay with her brother, lay low, and avoid both the media and the men, that’s what.
Liam Cunningham is the head of security in Montana for the royal family. For a man who has seen the worst of human nature in the Army, being in Cunningham Falls is a balm to his tattered soul.
Princess Eleanor, on the other hand, is a royal pain in the butt. She’s proven in the past that she’s a troublemaker. She’s also beautiful, smart, and everything good in life that he doesn’t deserve.
But when Ellie proposes the idea of Liam being her sex coach, how can he resist?
I love Kristen Proby, I love the way she makes characters seem real and feel accessible. Even when one of them is an actual princess and the other is in charge of making sure that she remains safe.
Liam and Eleanor are attracted to one another from the beginning, but she is inexperienced and sheltered and he has seen a lot in his life (and is older than she is) and feels that someone like him isn't right for someone like her.
Eleanor disagrees. And, she can be very persuasive when she decides there is something that she wants.
I loved the way they resolved their differences, the ways in which the lives they have lived don't necessarily mesh, and found a way to make them work. Even though they each had their moments, one of my favorite things about books by Kristen Proby is that the characters are adults, they try to see things from the perspective of the other person, and they actually listen to one another.
I enjoyed and recommend this title.
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Excerpt:She’s the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen in my whole godforsaken life. Even with the tousled hair and smeared makeup. And in that barely-there outfit, it’s taking all the strength in me not to reach out and touch her soft skin. But she’s off-limits. Without a doubt, no questions asked, off-limits. “Wait.” Eleanor’s head whips up, and she stares at me with wide, hopeful eyes. “Did you end up saying yes?” I slowly shake my head from side to side. “No.” She lets her head fall back again and mutters, “Damn.” “Eleanor—” “No.” She holds up a hand and lifts her head so she can level me with narrowed blue eyes. “We’re talking about sex and nakedness. I think you can call me Ellie. Not Your Highness or Princess or Eleanor.” “Ellie.” I clear my throat. “You don’t really want what you’re asking.” She smirks and pulls a knee up to her chest. For protection or because of nervousness, I’m not sure. “Because I’m young, and I don’t know my own mind?” This is a trick question. “No, because you don’t know me, and I’m telling you, I’m not the man who should be teaching you about these things. You should find someone kinder, softer. Gentler.” “Well, that sounds bloody boring,” she counters and then tips her head to the side. “I may be inexperienced, but I’m not stupid, Liam. I’m old enough to know myself and what I want.” “And you think that’s me.” She licks her lips, and it’s almost my undoing. Ellie has the kind of lips you don’t just want to kiss. You want to explore them. Bite. Sink in and live there for a few good hours because the glories that a man is sure to discover and experience are endless. Her curves turn me inside out. Her hair is thick and begs to be twisted around my fingers. And that view I got of her bare back last night kept me up into the wee hours of the morning with a hard-on that rivaled granite. I want her. But I’m not right for her. That I know for sure. I’ve seen too much. Done horrible things. None of that should ever touch her. Ellie leans forward and keeps her eyes steady on mine. “I haven’t made it a secret since the day I met you that I find you attractive, Liam. Yes, I want you. But I’m not a child, and you said no. So, the answer is no. Don’t worry, we won’t have any issues.” That’s the right answer. I should nod and go about my day, leave it in the past, forget it ever happened. But I can’t ignore the look of hurt in her eyes. She’s put on a brave face, but I see the pain all the same. I don’t want to hurt Ellie—or anyone for that matter. But I’m not the right man for her to tumble into bed with.
Kristen was born and raised in a small resort town in her beloved Montana. In her mid-twenties, she decided to stretch her wings and move to the Pacific Northwest, where she made her home for more than a dozen years.
During that time, Kristen wrote many romance novels and joined organizations such as RWA and other small writing groups. She spent countless hours in workshops, and more mornings than she can count up before dawn so she could write before going to work. She submitted many manuscripts to agents and editors alike, but was always told no. In the summer of 2012, the self-publishing scene was new and thriving, and Kristen had one goal: to publish just one book. It was something she longed to cross off of her bucket list.
Not only did she publish one book, she’s since published close to thirty titles, many of which have hit the USA Today, New York Times and Wall Street Journal Bestsellers lists. She continues to self publish, best known for her With Me In Seattle and Boudreaux series, and is also proud to work with William Morrow, a division of HarperCollins, with the Fusion Series.
Kristen and her husband, John, make their home in her hometown of Whitefish, Montana with their two cats.
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