Modern Romance December 2015 Books 5-8. Kate Walker

Modern Romance December 2015 Books 5-8 - Kate Walker


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CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       Caught in His Gilded World

       Introduction

       About the Author

       Dedication

       CHAPTER ONE

       CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN

       CHAPTER FOURTEEN

       CHAPTER FIFTEEN

       CHAPTER SIXTEEN

       Copyright

       Talos Claims His Virgin

      Michelle Smart

      Prince’s scandalous night with the innocent

      Talos Kalliakis, the youngest Prince of Agon, has found the perfect gift for King Astraeus’s jubilee gala—the talents of exquisite violinist Amalie Cartwright. The warrior prince crossed Europe to find his perfect candidate, and he won’t take no for an answer!

      But rumor has it that Amalie won’t perform, and now Talos has her hidden away in his villa, where sources suggest he’s claimed the most private of performances. With tensions running high, surely it can’t be long before they start changing their tune…to the royal wedding march!

       ‘You feel naked?’ Talos asked evenly.

      He, more than anyone, knew how the imagination could run amok—how the fear of the unknown could be so much worse than reality. He also knew how he could help Amalie take the first step to overcome it.

      ‘Yes,’ she whispered.

      The strange distance Amalie had seen settle over him dissipated. His attention on her was focused and strong.

      ‘Then there is only one solution. You must be naked.’

      ‘What …?’

      But her solitary word hardly made it past her vocal cords. Talos had leant forward and pulled his shoes and socks off.

       What was he doing?

      His hands went to his shirt. Before she could comprehend what she was seeing, he’d deftly undone all the buttons.

      ‘What are you doing?’

      He got to his feet.

      If she hadn’t already pressed herself against the wall she would have taken a step back. She would have turned and run.

      But there was nowhere for her to run to—not without getting past him first.

      MICHELLE SMART’s love affair with books started when she was a baby, when she would cuddle them in her cot. A voracious reader of all genres, she found her love of romance established when she stumbled across her first Mills & Boon book at the age of twelve. She’s been reading (and writing) them ever since. Michelle lives in Northamptonshire with her husband and two young Smarties.

       This book is dedicated to Amalie, who’s been on this journey with me every step of the way. xxx

       CHAPTER ONE

      TALOS KALLIAKIS DIPPED his head and rubbed the nape of his neck. The consultant’s words had cut through to his marrow.

      Looking back up to stare at his two brothers, he read the sorrow on their faces.

      Astraeus Kalliakis—the King of Agon, their grandfather—was dying.

      Helios, the eldest of the three brothers and heir to the throne, folded his arms and took a visible deep breath before breaking the silence. ‘We need to bring the Jubilee celebrations forward.’

      The whole of Agon was gearing up to celebrate Astraeus’s fifty years on the throne. Everything was planned for the end of summer, six months away. The consultant oncologist had said in no uncertain terms he wouldn’t last that long.

      Talos cleared his throat before speaking. His vocal cords had never felt so raw. ‘I suggest we concentrate on the Jubilee Gala and cancel the rest of the celebrations—they’re all superfluous. Let’s make the gala a true celebration of his life.’

      ‘Agreed,’ said Theseus, the middle brother, nodding. ‘We should set the date for April—three months from now. It will be a push, but between us and the courtiers we can do it and do it well.’

      Any later and there was every possibility their grandfather would not be there for it. Two months of intense chemotherapy would buy him time and shrink the tumours riddling his organs. But they would not cure him. It was too late for that.

      Two months later

      Talos Kalliakis headed through the back of the theatre that housed the Orchestre National de Paris, noting the faded, peeling wallpaper, the threadbare carpet that had to be older than his thirty-three years, the water-stained ceiling... No wonder the building was on the verge of being condemned. Of all the orchestral homes he’d visited in the past two months, the facilities here were by far the worst.

      But he wasn’t here for the facilities. He’d come here on a whim, when he’d been left disappointed by the violinists from all of France’s other major orchestras, as he’d been left underwhelmed by those from the major orchestras of Greece, Italy, Spain and England.


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