A REAL ROYAL CHRISTMAS
A runaway Prince leaves his Kingdom to complete his father’s dying wish.
A broken-hearted girl concocts a plan to win her ex back no matter the cost.
When these two opposites are thrown together by fate and end up in
the same adorable ski lodge, to their dismay and surprise, their lives
will be changed forever-after.
A fast-paced funny and enchanting holiday romance you won’t be able to forget!
Madame Zoloft gazed intently into her crystal ball and
raised one overly plucked brow.
“You’re going to marry a Prince.” She said,
looking up at me.
Marry a Prince? Same old psychic mumbo jumbo she
thought every girl wanted to hear. Darn Prince. The only guy I cared about was
“I don’t care about a prince. Did you see anything in
there about a guy with gray eyes, tall, great dresser?”
I glanced over at my boyfriend, Collin Trevor. He was
chatting with our boss near the mistletoe looking like a billion bucks in his
gray Chanel suit and red Santa tie I had picked out for him
yesterday. Tonight was our big night. Our lives were about to change.
The psychic barely glanced up from her crystal ball.
“No – not him.”
I leaned over and peered into her ball.
“I know he’s planning something special,” I said.
“He told me we need to have a serious talk. We all know what that
means right before Christmas.”
She dead-eyed me.
“I said a Prince.”
I leaned in and whispered. “Look, this is a Christmas
party you’re kind of supposed to tell me what I want to hear so… can you look
closer or ask your leprechauns or something please?”
I put my hands together in prayer.
She squinted her eyes and consulted the mighty ball once
I chewed the inside of my mouth. I admit it was pathetic to
want confirmation of my love life from a psychic, but I was desperate at this
“I think Collin said he’s distantly related to Prince
Charles maybe that’s what you’re seeing. He is English!?”
She looked up at me once again and shook her head.
“A true Prince.”
I threw my hands up. “Oh, come on close enough!” I
jerked my finger over my head.
“He’s fully Prince-Dreamy! Just look at him over there
talking to our boss, and you tell me!”
We turned in unison to see the love of my life currently
being mauled by a hot redhead from marketing under the mistletoe. I inhaled.
Well, that’s not what I wanted to see.
Still, he didn’t need to keep kissing her.
Maybe he was drunk and being accosted?
I looked back at Madame Zoloft and stood up. “I better
go help him.”I stuffed a five-dollar bill into her tip jar and took off
toward the problematic mistletoe. Why holiday decorators felt the need to
hang that nuisance plant everywhere and ruin people’s lives I had no idea.
“A Prince for Christmas.” Madame Zoloft called
after me. “Next in line.”
few feral cats but when she has time she writes adorable romances that
are funny and moving. Her Kissing Bridge series is being currently being
considered being made into Hallmark films.
You can visit her website at http://www.Morningmayan.com.