A Royal enemies to lovers story that will leave you breathless!
Taunting Callum by Kristen Proby is now live!
From New York Times and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author Kristen Proby comes an all new stand-alone novel in her beloved Big Sky Series!
His Royal Highness Callum Wakefield lives a carefree, luxurious life. As the King of England's youngest son, and thus not the heir apparent, he has more freedom and less royal responsibilities. He spends his days traveling the world, indulging in the extravagance afforded by his family name. But after years of hopping from one country to the next, the place that holds the most appeal is Cunningham Falls, Montana. And the only woman on his mind is a fiery redhead with an infectious laugh.
The one who hates him.
Aspen Calhoun is the new owner of Drips & Sips. It's taken her many years to find a place to belong, and she's perfectly happy living a quiet life. Or she would be, if a certain prince would stop coming to town.
Aspen and Callum shared one incredible night together two years ago before he returned to his opulent life, subsequently forgetting all about her. Ego bruised and pride wounded, Aspen doesn't know why he's back. And she doesn't care. She refuses to fall for his charms again.
But Callum is determined to stay in Cunningham Falls and make it up to Aspen, no matter how long it takes. Because while she was out of sight, she was most certainly not out of mind.
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As always, I enjoyed this Kristen Proby title. The Montana books are a fun bit of small town romance with royalty mixed in, and the combination really works.
Callum and Aspen are a second chance romance. Sort of. You see, they had a passionate encounter and then Callum, when introduced to Aspen for the 2nd time...well, he doesn't remember her. It's a miracle, really, that she gives him a second chance at all, as ignoring him forever would have been justified.
I loved that there was some tension between the characters that felt justified, like there was a real reason for her to be cold to him, not one that was "manufactured" and could have been solved through a conversation.
I enjoyed watching them work through this and how determined Callum was to show Aspen that he was not only sorry but that he was interested in a relationship with her. I also liked that, as a reader, you get to know Callum well enough to be able to believe him and really understand where his heart is...which matters in a romance.
I enjoyed and recommend this title.
As always, I enjoyed this Kristen Proby title. The Montana books are a fun bit of small town romance with royalty mixed in, and the combination really works.
Callum and Aspen are a second chance romance. Sort of. You see, they had a passionate encounter and then Callum, when introduced to Aspen for the 2nd time...well, he doesn't remember her. It's a miracle, really, that she gives him a second chance at all, as ignoring him forever would have been justified.
I loved that there was some tension between the characters that felt justified, like there was a real reason for her to be cold to him, not one that was "manufactured" and could have been solved through a conversation.
I enjoyed watching them work through this and how determined Callum was to show Aspen that he was not only sorry but that he was interested in a relationship with her. I also liked that, as a reader, you get to know Callum well enough to be able to believe him and really understand where his heart is...which matters in a romance.
I enjoyed and recommend this title.
Meet Kristen
Kristen Proby has published more than forty 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 and Romancing Manhattan Series.
Kristen and her husband, John, make their home in her hometown of Whitefish, Montana with their two cats.
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“You’re not a dream, are you?”
His lips tip up in an arrogant smile. “Well, in what context are you
referring?”
Why is his accent so damn sexy? I mean, he looks like that, and he
sounds sexy, as well? Inconceivable.
“This is the most bizarre conversation I’ve ever had. And trust me
when I say I’ve had some crazy encounters. What are you doing here?”
“I told you,” he says, setting the rag on the counter and walking
around to me once more. “I want to take you to dinner. Or somewhere.
I’d like to get to know you better, Aspen.”
I lick my lips. He’s so close now, I can feel the heat of him. He
would scramble the brains of any warm-blooded woman.
But I haven’t flirted with a man in years. And I certainly haven’t
entertained the idea of dating one. Or, better yet, having sex with
one. But with Callum standing mere feet away, that’s precisely what
I’m thinking.
“You surprise me,” I admit in a soft voice.
“How’s that?”
“You cleaned those tables without batting an eye.”
“I’ve cleaned far worse, I can assure you.” I tilt my head, watching
him. I can see his pulse in his neck.
“You’re a prince.”
He narrows his eyes and moves in closer, not touching me but certainly
crowding. He smells like mint and sunshine.
“I’m just a man, Aspen.” His lips graze my cheek. “A man very taken
with you, I might add.”
I swallow hard. Holy shit. My breathing comes harder, and an ache sets
up shop in my very core.
I want him.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so attracted to a man before. Not even
Greg. No one.
And if I ponder that for too long, the guilt will likely set in.
Instead, I turn my head and brush my nose over his jawline.
I want him to touch me. I want to feel things that have been missing
from my life for years. Suddenly, I want it with this perfect
stranger.
“Aspen,” he whispers.
“Yes.”
“Tell me you don’t feel this.”
I swallow again. “I can’t.”
He growls as he plunges his hands into my hair and closes his lips
over mine in the kiss of the century. His moves are smooth and sure.
Assertive.
That’s what Callum is: confident.
But before the kiss goes any further, he backs up and stares down at
me with intense brown eyes. “I can’t do what I want to you here. All
of bloody Montana could look through those windows, and I won’t have
you caught in a scandal.”
“Office,” I reply immediately. With his hand in mine, I lead him
through to the back of the café and my personal space there. It’s not
fancy, but it’s private.
“Brilliant,” he says as he shuts the door behind him.
“You’re not a dream, are you?”
His lips tip up in an arrogant smile. “Well, in what context are you
referring?”
Why is his accent so damn sexy? I mean, he looks like that, and he
sounds sexy, as well? Inconceivable.
“This is the most bizarre conversation I’ve ever had. And trust me
when I say I’ve had some crazy encounters. What are you doing here?”
“I told you,” he says, setting the rag on the counter and walking
around to me once more. “I want to take you to dinner. Or somewhere.
I’d like to get to know you better, Aspen.”
I lick my lips. He’s so close now, I can feel the heat of him. He
would scramble the brains of any warm-blooded woman.
But I haven’t flirted with a man in years. And I certainly haven’t
entertained the idea of dating one. Or, better yet, having sex with
one. But with Callum standing mere feet away, that’s precisely what
I’m thinking.
“You surprise me,” I admit in a soft voice.
“How’s that?”
“You cleaned those tables without batting an eye.”
“I’ve cleaned far worse, I can assure you.” I tilt my head, watching
him. I can see his pulse in his neck.
“You’re a prince.”
He narrows his eyes and moves in closer, not touching me but certainly
crowding. He smells like mint and sunshine.
“I’m just a man, Aspen.” His lips graze my cheek. “A man very taken
with you, I might add.”
I swallow hard. Holy shit. My breathing comes harder, and an ache sets
up shop in my very core.
I want him.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so attracted to a man before. Not even
Greg. No one.
And if I ponder that for too long, the guilt will likely set in.
Instead, I turn my head and brush my nose over his jawline.
I want him to touch me. I want to feel things that have been missing
from my life for years. Suddenly, I want it with this perfect
stranger.
“Aspen,” he whispers.
“Yes.”
“Tell me you don’t feel this.”
I swallow again. “I can’t.”
He growls as he plunges his hands into my hair and closes his lips
over mine in the kiss of the century. His moves are smooth and sure.
Assertive.
That’s what Callum is: confident.
But before the kiss goes any further, he backs up and stares down at
me with intense brown eyes. “I can’t do what I want to you here. All
of bloody Montana could look through those windows, and I won’t have
you caught in a scandal.”
“Office,” I reply immediately. With his hand in mine, I lead him
through to the back of the café and my personal space there. It’s not
fancy, but it’s private.
“Brilliant,” he says as he shuts the door behind him.
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