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Feisty Princess

Books by Michelle A. Valentine

 

Chapter I: Dum-Da-Da-Dun

Chapter II: Change of Plans

Chapter III: Mother Knows Best

Chapter IV: Hard Ball

Chapter V: The Bargain

Chapter VI: Two's Company

Chapter VII: Shock and Awe

Chapter VIII: Puppy Love

Chapter IX: The Game Plan

Chapter X: Hell of a Ride

Chapter XI: May I Cut In?

Chapter XII: Yamada's Booty Paradise

 

About the Author

I’m fucked.

Royally.

She tempted me—screwed with my head—and gained the upper hand.

She’s the enemy.

I can’t forget that.

My weakness jeopardized my company.

The Feisty Princess of Manhattan will not win this war.

No matter how fantastic her lips felt around my cock.

**Book Two in a Three Part Erotic Romance Series**

Super Naughty New Series from NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling Author Michelle A. Valentine (Rock the Heart, Phenomenal X, Demon at My Door).

Part One: Naughty King

Part Two: Feisty Princess

Part Three: Dirty Royals (Coming Soon)

Feisty Princess

Published By: Michelle A. Valentine Books, LLC

Copyright © 2015 by Michelle A. Valentine Books, LLC

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Cover Art by:

Romantic Book Affairs Designs

(stock photos purchased)

www.rbadesigns.blogspot.com

Edited by:

Editing for Indies

www.editing4indies.com

Interior Design and Formatting by:

Christine Borgford, Perfectly Publishable

www.perfectlypublishable.com

All Rights Reserved. This edition is copyrighted by Michelle A Valentine Books, LLC. No reproduction or utilization of this edition without written permission of the publisher. October, 2015.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

For questions or comments about this book, please contact the author at michellevalentineauthor@gmail.com

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Disclaimer: This book is intended for adult audiences due to strong language and naughty sexual situations.

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The Black Falcon Series

ROCK THE BEGINNING

ROCK THE HEART

ROCK THE BAND

ROCK MY BED

ROCK MY WORLD

ROCK THE BEAT

ROCK MY BODY

Hard Knocks Series

PHENOMENAL X

COMING SOON–XAVIER COLD

The Collectors Series

DEMON AT MY DOOR

COMING SOON—DEMON IN MY BED

A Sexy Manhattan Fairytale

NAUGHTY KING

FIESTY PRINCESS

COMING SOON—DIRTY ROYALS

Wicked White Series

WICKED WHITE

WICKED REUNION (Releases December 15th)

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Margo

I STARE AT THE WEDDING photo in absolute horror. “Oh, my God. Yamada was a witness? And is he wearing—” I lean in and take a closer look “—an Elvis costume?”

Alexander leans over my shoulder while I sit at the island in the kitchen of our suite, his spicy scent wafting around me as he gets a better view. “Shit.” He pushes himself back upright and straightens the dark blue tie he’s wearing. Even in a dress shirt, the man makes my mouth water.

I gaze up to see a pair of gray eyes trained on me. “Please tell me this is all a sick joke. Please tell me that we aren’t really married.”

“No joke, Dime Piece,” Yamada says as he walks into the common area of the suite with a set of brunette twins wearing matching schoolgirl outfits—one under each arm. “Yamada was there, and it was the dopest wedding ever! Wasn’t it, ladies?”

The two women giggle and nod in agreement. One even runs her finger suggestively over Yamada’s scrawny bare chest beneath the silk robe he’s still wearing. “Whatever you say, baby,” the woman purrs.

Yamada grabs the woman’s hand. “No touching in front of Dime Piece. Might make her jealous. Poor girl will never get a taste of a night with Yamada since she’s married to King now.”

The woman jerks her gaze to me, and I swear to God she hisses at me. I raise my eyebrows, and Alexander shakes his head.

“We need to talk about what happened last night, Yamada,” Alexander tells him and then adds, “Alone.”

“Okay,” Yamada says and then gives each of his companions a kiss on the cheek. “Time to go, lovelies.”

“But we want to play with Yamada some more,” one of the girls whines in a voice that mimics a toddler as Yamada turns them both toward the door.

He opens the door and ushers the girls out, patting each one on the butt as they pass him. “Sorry, but Yamada’s a man in demand. Bye girls.”

“Yamada . . .” the girls’ voice cuts off as he shuts the door in their faces.

He turns and gives us a mischievous grin. “Bitches love Yamada.”

Alexander rolls his eyes. “I have no idea why.”

“Don’t be a hater.” Yamada struts into the kitchen and opens the door on the stocked refrigerator, reaching in for a bottle of juice. He twists the cap off his apple juice and then halts when he turns to take in the expression on Alexander’s face. “Why are you not the happiest madafaka on the planet right now? You’re married to the hottest chick Yamada has ever seen. What’s there not to be happy about?”

Alexander folds his arms over his chest. “This isn’t funny. What the hell happened last night?”

Yamada swallows and then shrugs. “We were all having fun. The two of you were fucked-up and when we passed a wedding chapel . . .”

“And let me guess. You convinced us in our drunken state that it would be so much fun,” Alexander finishes for him.

Yamada’s face pulls into a lopsided grin. “You didn’t take much convincing.”

Before Alexander has a chance to respond, the front door pops open and the same bodyguard with the braids who walked me up to Yamada’s party last night sticks his head through the door. “Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Yamada, but we have a situation. The women you escorted out are sitting in front of the elevator demanding to speak with you about when they can see you again. Would you like us to physically remove them from the property, sir?”

“Let me talk to them.” Yamada shakes his head, muttering as he heads toward the door. “This happens every time.”

“Yamada . . .”Alexander calls after his friend but gets no response as the door closes us alone in the suite.

Alexander turns around and rests his back against the counter in the kitchen area of our suite. The material of his pressed shirt strains against his bicep as he lifts his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose while he squeezes his eyes shut. “I can’t believe I allowed you to con me into this. How could I be so careless?”


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