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  Inside was obviously an engagement ring. A pretty, little princess-cut diamond on a slim gold band.

  She blinked down at it.

  It couldn’t be his mother’s ring. This was an engagement ring.

  And it had been in a box filled with memories of his relationship with her.

  She sucked in a breath and raised her eyes to meet Ryan’s. He was standing right in front of her now, his gray eyes filled with love and excitement and faith and nerves.

  And trust.

  “I bought that for you back in college,” he said. “I started saving almost as soon as we began to date because I knew even then that you were the only woman for me. That’s never changed in all this time. And I want to finally give that ring to you.”

  She could barely breathe now as her gaze darted between Ryan’s face and the ring she was holding in one trembling hand.

  “So Ginny Hart,” he said, taking the ring out of the box, “will you marry me?”

  Ginny stared at him some more, words trapped in her throat.

  Carol giggled softly and someone—it must have been Patrick—shushed her.

  Ginny’s face contorted with emotion too powerful for her to process.

  “Shit,” Ryan muttered. “You’re not going to cry, are you?”

  “No, I’m not going to cry!” she exclaimed, finding her voice at last. She threw her arms around Ryan. “And, yes, I want to marry you!”

  Ryan just groaned in response, tightening his arms around her. The others cheered and laughed and came over to congratulate them.

  It took a few minutes for them to pull themselves together and for him to finally slide the pretty ring on her finger.

  “I can afford a better one now,” Ryan said, his eyes filled with a blaze of satisfaction that made her incredibly proud. “If you don’t want this one.”

  “Of course I want this one. It’s perfect!” She peered happily at her ring as she added, “And Noah was just saying that he could take his turn with Nan so I could—” She sucked in a breath, her mind finally catching up to what was happening. She jerked her head over to face Noah. “You knew about this?”

  Her brother laughed. “Yes, I knew.”

  Ginny looked around at the others. “You all knew?”

  Naturally, they all had. The whole thing had been planned out well in advance, and Ginny was the only one who had been oblivious.

  She had to admit that Ryan had won this round, but she was too happy to care.

  SEDUCING HER BROTHER’S Best Friend, Carol and Patrick’s story, will be coming out in January. In the meantime, you can find an excerpt from Christmas with a Prince, my November release, on the following pages.

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  Excerpt from Christmas with a Prince

  The first time I saw Prince Henry of Villemont, I knew he was trouble.

  I didn’t know he was a prince then, and there was no reason I would have recognized him. Villemont is a microstate in the Alps that most people in the U.S. have never heard of. I might have learned the name of the tiny country in a long-ago geography class, but I’d never given it a second thought in my life.

  I lived in downtown Minneapolis, after all. I certainly wouldn’t assume some random guy in blue jeans and about two-weeks’ growth of beard was a member of a European royal family.

  I knew he looked like trouble, however, as he sat on the floor with a circle of kids in my community literacy program, holding a children’s book open on his lap. He had dark blond hair and steel gray eyes and very fine shoulders. His shoes were Italian and expensive.

  He also had a little smirk on his face when he glanced up and saw me staring at him.

  No matter how unimpressive he was trying to appear, I could immediately see that he was the kind of spoiled rich boy I’d been trying to stay away from for the past three years.

  He was trouble. No doubt about it.

  I am April Northam, and I guess my life is kind of clichéd. My father is a multi-millionaire, and I’m his only daughter. My mother took off shortly after I was born, and my father spent every waking hour at work and didn’t know what to do with me. So he threw money at me and let my nanny raise me.

  I did what almost every over-indulged, neglected child of wealth does.

  I misbehaved.

  When I was thirteen, I had my first drink at a wild party in a classmate’s penthouse.

  When I was fourteen, I lost my virginity in the back of a limo.

  When I was fifteen, I got arrested for drug possession, although my dad made sure the charges were dropped and nothing ended up on my record.

  When I was sixteen, I crashed the pretty red car I’d gotten for my birthday.

  When I was seventeen, I went to rehab for the first time—an ultra-exclusive center that was more like a resort.

  I went back two more times before I was twenty-one.

  When I was twenty-two, I made all the tabloids for dancing naked on the yacht of a hot young movie star. There were photos and everything. The whole world saw them.

  When I was twenty-three, my father almost died from a heart-attack, and I finally turned my life around. I went to a different rehab center—one less like a resort—and this time it finally clicked.

  I stopped drinking. I stopped partying. I stayed out of the tabloids. I finally finished college, started graduate school in anthropology, and spent the rest of my time on volunteer work, trying to give back in any way I could. For three years, I actively avoided anyone who might pull me back into my old lifestyle.

  All this to explain why trouble in the form of a hot, entitled stranger was the last thing I needed.

  For one thing, he wasn’t even supposed to be here right now. For three hours on weekday afternoons, the community center building was used for the after-school literacy program I managed, and I approved and supervised all the volunteers. This guy wasn’t one of them. That was reason enough for me to walk over and ask who he was.

  My tone was firm but scrupulously polite, which was how I always dealt with situations like this. “I’m sorry, but what are you doing here?”

  He looked up to where I was standing above him, and his eyes ran up and down my body in a way that made me shiver.

  The shiver was annoying, and it wasn’t like me at all—at least not for the last three years. Falling under the sway of a good-looking guy who paid me much-needed attention was how all my trouble started as a teenager. I knew what kind of thoughts had flickered through this one’s mind as he gave me that leisurely once over.

  I have no problem with a man appreciating my body in appropriate contexts, but this guy was leering at me instead of answering my question.

  “I’m a volunteer,” he said at last.

  “You’re not an approved volunteer, so you aren’t allowed to be here. I have to ask you to leave.”

  Before you start to think that I was being rude to him for no reason, you have to understand that all our volunteers went through strenuous background checks. We can’t take any chances with these kids, and any random man entering the premises without authorization would immediately be dealt with, no matter who he was or what he looked like.

  Predators can be young and good-looking, and I wasn’t going to let a potential predator anywhere close to my kids.

  Plus, this guy scared me—tempted me in a way I hadn’t been tempted in a really long time.

  “All right, boys and girls,” I said in a different tone, smiling at the circle of six kids who were watching our conversation with interest. “Why don’t you head to the kitchen and see what Jenny is making for snack today.”

  This was a compelling enough suggestion that the children in the circle all ran into the kitchen without argument. The guy stood up and smiled at me. “I’m Henry.” He had perfect teeth and adorable little creases at the corners of his mouth when he smiled. He needed to shave, and he needed a haircut, but h
e was still almost unbearably good-looking.

  “I don’t really care who you are. If you don’t leave now, you’ll be escorted out.” I nodded toward where Stan, the security guard, stood at the entrance. He was watching me, as if waiting to see if I needed help.

  “I’m supposed to be here.”

  “No, you’re really not.” I was frowning at him, wishing with everything inside me that his smile didn’t make me want to smile back.

  “Are you always this bossy?”

  I paused as I realized for the first time that he wasn’t an American. He spoke English perfectly, but I could catch a trace of a European accent. I wasn’t any sort of an expert on accents, but I knew it wasn’t British. Maybe French?

  Then I remembered it made absolutely no difference what country this guy was from. “I’m bossy when I’m the boss. And this is the last time I’m going to ask you to leave.”

  His eyes were still warm and almost amused as they rested on my face. “I really am supposed to be here.”

  I was about to summon Stan over here when I saw Marcus Winter come out of the office just then. Marcus was the director of the community center and my boss. He must have been looking for me because he waved me over when he saw me. Then he made a gesture toward Stan, who had started to walk toward the stranger.

  The gesture was clear. Stan was to leave Henry alone.

  Which gave me a sinking feeling in my gut as I approached Marcus.

  Damn it.

  This obnoxious guy was going to win this encounter after all.

  “What is he doing here?” I asked, glancing back at Henry, who was still standing in the middle of the floor like he didn’t have a care in the world.

  “I’m sorry,” Marcus said. He was an attractive, middle-aged black man, and when I first started working for the community center two years ago, I had the biggest crush on him. “I would have told you earlier, but you were already out doing errands. He’s going to work as a volunteer this week. I’ve approved him.”

  “But why?”

  “It’s a long story. Sometimes we have to accommodate the needs of those who fund us. This is one of those times.”

  Marcus was being careful, and he looked genuinely sympathetic, but I understood what was underlying his words.

  Someone rich and influential had reached out on this guy’s behalf, and so now we had to work with him or the community center would suffer.

  I rolled my eyes. “It’s disruptive to have people come and go like that, and I haven’t even run the normal checks on this guy. We don’t know anything about him.”

  “I know about him. I’ve seen his background check, and he’ll be fine. I promise he’ll be fine with the kids.”

  I liked and trusted Marcus, so I had no reason to doubt this was true. But it didn’t make me any happier about being stuck with some strange guy for a week. “All right. By why does he have this sudden need to volunteer with us? Does he need it for a résumé or...” I trailed off. “Shit, he’s not doing some sort of required community service, is he?”

  I prayed this wasn’t true, even as I wondered what kind of misbehavior had required enforced community service.

  “Uh, er, yeah... something like that.” Marcus’s face twisted, as if he were very uncomfortable with the conversation.

  I sighed. “Okay. Fine. I can see you don’t have a choice. If you say he’s all right, then I’ll have to trust you. But I don’t have to be happy about it. It’s just a week?”

  “That’s what I was told.”

  “All right. I’ll deal with it.”

  “Thanks, April,” Marcus said, his face relaxing into a smile.

  I rolled my eyes, and then almost groaned aloud when I glanced over at Henry and saw he was giving me that little smirk again, like he knew he’d won.

  I suppressed my urge to slap that expression off his face and walked back over to him. “All right,” I said with a fake, polite smile. “It looks like you’ll be working with us for the week. We can find you plenty to do, but you can’t lead one of the reading circles. The kids need more continuity than that. It’s disruptive for the leaders to keep changing. You can help out with odd jobs and housekeeping-type work.”

  Henry’s eyebrows arched. “You’re serious?”

  “Yes, I’m serious. You didn’t expect to just lounge around and read children’s books all week, did you?”

  He was smiling again. “I’m not sure what I expected.”

  “If you’re going to be here, you’re going to do some work.”

  “I’ll do anything you want me to do.” His voice went just a little husky with these words, and it made me shiver again.

  I really didn’t need that.

  It was bad enough to get stuck with an entitled asshole for the week. I wasn’t going to be attracted to him too.

  I’d done so well for the past three years. I wasn’t going to get dragged back to where I used to be.

  If only he didn’t have such a good body—with those broad shoulders, lean hips, long legs, and flat abdomen. If only those creases at the corners of his mouth weren’t quite so adorable.

  I gave myself a silent lecture as I glared at him coolly. Finally, I remembered we were in the middle of a conversation and said, “You can help Jenny in the kitchen for now. There’s always a lot of clean-up to do after snack.”

  “Whatever you say.”

  I didn’t like the sound of his tone. It was too smooth, too amused, too... flirtatious.

  I reminded myself I’d be rid of him next week and swallowed over my annoyance and rising nerves.

  I gave him another fake smile, but it just made him chuckle.

  And, damn it, even that laugh made me think about sex.

  Only one week. I could be polite for a week. And then I would be safe again.

  I could go back to the life I’d worked so hard to build for myself and never have to see this guy again.

  YOU CAN FIND OUT MORE about Christmas with a Prince here.

  About Noelle Adams

  Noelle handwrote her first romance novel in a spiral-bound notebook when she was twelve, and she hasn’t stopped writing since. She has lived in eight different states and currently resides in Virginia, where she writes full time, reads any book she can get her hands on, and offers tribute to a very spoiled cocker spaniel.

  She loves travel, art, history, and ice cream. After spending far too many years of her life in graduate school, she has decided to reorient her priorities and focus on writing contemporary romances. For more information, please check out her website: noelle-adams.com.

  Books by Noelle Adams

  Tea for Two Series

  Falling for her Brother’s Best Friend

  Winning her Brother’s Best Friend

  Seducing her Brother’s Best Friend

  Balm in Gilead Series

  Relinquish

  Surrender

  Retreat

  Rothman Royals Series

  A Princess Next Door

  A Princess for a Bride

  A Princess in Waiting

  Christmas with a Prince

  Preston’s Mill Series (co-written with Samantha Chase)

  Roommating

  Speed Dating

  Complicating

  Eden Manor Series

  One Week with her Rival

  One Week with her (Ex) Stepbrother

  One Week with her Husband

  Christmas at Eden Manor

  Beaufort Brides Series

  Hired Bride

  Substitute Bride

  Accidental Bride

  Heirs of Damon Series

  Seducing the Enemy

  Playing the Playboy

  Engaging the Boss

  Stripping the Billionaire

  Willow Park Series

  Married for Christmas

  A Baby for Easter

  A Family for Christmas

  Reconciled for Easter

  Home for Christmas

  One Night Novellas />
  One Night with her Best Friend

  One Night in the Ice Storm

  One Night with her Bodyguard

  One Night with her Boss

  One Night with her Roommate

  One Night with the Best Man

  The Protectors Series (co-written with Samantha Chase)

  Protecting His Best Friend’s Sister

  Protecting His Enemy

  Protecting the Girl Next Door

  Protecting the Movie Star

  Standalones

  A Negotiated Marriage

  Listed

  Bittersweet

  Missing

  Revival

  Holiday Heat

  Salvation

  Excavated

  Overexposed

  Road Tripping

  Chasing Jane

  Late Fall

  Fooling Around

  Married by Contract

  Trophy Wife

  Bay Song