Prince Albert (A Step-Brother Romance #4)

Prince Albert (A Step-Brother Romance #4)

Sabrina Paige



DEDICATION


To my husband, who’s the best man I know.

To my darling daughter, who is the light of my life.

To Joanna Blake and Jordan Marie, who put up with so many emails from me that began with “So…does this go too far?”

To all of the readers who have been so supportive: I apologize for all of the over-the-top ridiculousness of this book. But not for the anal.





AUTHOR’S NOTE



Prince Albert has been brewing in my head pretty much ever since I published my last stepbrother book. It’s the most ridiculous, over-the-top, and totally implausible story I’ve written.



And I hope you love it.



The country, Protrovia, is fictional.



And there’s more sex than you might be used to from my books. For that, well, I can’t say I’m all that sorry.



This edition of Prince Albert also contains another full-length book, included for free with your copy of Prince Albert! Continue forward at the end to read Tool: A Stepbrother Romance or Click Here

to be sent directly to that bonus book. Enjoy!





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Prince Albert: A Billionaire Stepbrother Romance



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

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty-One

Chapter Forty-Two

Chapter Forty-Three

Chapter Forty-Four

Chapter Forty-Five

Chapter Forty-Six

Chapter Forty-Seven

Chapter Forty-Eight

Chapter Forty-Nine

Author’s Note

Mailing List

Other Books By Sabrina Paige

About the Author



TOOL: A Stepbrother Romance

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

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three





CHAPTER ONE

Belle



“You,” I say. I blink my eyes several times in quick succession, silently offering up a prayer that I’m not seeing what I’m seeing. Or, more accurately, who I’m seeing. Maybe I’m having a mental breakdown and this is actually just some type of stress-induced hallucination.

Losing my mind would be preferable to this. Hell, pretty much anything would be preferable to this.

“You,” he says. He stares at me, unblinking. I swear, time stops completely. The rotation of the earth comes to a grinding halt as he stands there, no more than ten feet away, looking at me. Then, the corners of his mouth turn up -- just a hair. The movement is most likely imperceptible to anyone else, but I definitely notice.

That asshole. It’s like he’s pleased with this development. It’s as if he expected this.

You’d have to be a fucking lunatic to be happy about this.

“I wasn’t aware that the two of you had met before.” My mother looks back and forth between us, her expression unwavering. If there’s one thing Sofia Kensington excels at, it’s revealing absolutely nothing when confronted with something potentially scandalous. She’s entirely unflappable, standing there motionless in her sage green silk shift and heels, her chestnut-colored hair pulled up in a chignon, perfectly-manicured hands folded neatly in front of her.

She’s always looked regal. Becoming the Queen of a small European country is a perfect fit. I know, without even asking, that it’s the culmination of her life’s ambitions. It's everything in the world she's hoped for.

And now, I'm standing here harboring a secret that could jeopardize all of that.

If my mother knew the whole truth about me and the boy standing not more than ten feet away from me…

Let’s just say the scandal would be one of epic proportions.