[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, Fantasy] Catharine Jones knows all about smooth talking hunks. Believing in one brought her heartache but also her precious son, Jamie. Since then, she's kept to herself, determined that no other man is ever going to use then discard her.
Phillip De La Croix isn't just another hunk. Aside from being a pediatrician, he's the youngest son of Boisdemer's reigning king. The moment he meets Catharine and her son, he's sunk. But can he convince Catharine to believe in happy-ever-after with him?
Hannah Jones has never had an affair in her entire life! But then, she's never met a man as intriguing as Alex Cross. Soon, she opens her heart and her body to Alex.
Alex has been coming to this resort for years, but has never been tempted before meeting Hannah. Against the rules of chivalry, however, he fails to tell Hannah one important fact: he is the king of Boisdemer.
Their fairy godmothers have their work cut out for them.
"Every little girl dreams of finding her Prince Charming. Then she grows up and realizes that princes are few and far between and fairy godmothers occupied elsewhere. The Magic and Love Series captures that long-ago whimsy and delivers it in a satisfyingly adult way. Magic and love—must-have ingredients for happy-ever-after." ~ Love, Morgan ~
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5 FLAGS: "Morgan Ashbury does it HOT! She sets off tingles to all those happy places. There are several subcharacters but it doesn't take from the flow of the story, if anything it piques the question of "Who's next?" And it being the first in the new series I'm excited as to when the next segment is coming. This is a great read and I highly recommend it." -- Melisa, Euro-Reviews
5 KISSES: "The Prince and the Single Mom is a charming story by Morgan Ashbury. I love the fairy tale feel of the story and the fairy godmothers. Catharine has been so hurt by a man in the past that her response to Phillip takes her by surprise. Phillip is the perfect hero! He sweeps Catharine as well as her son off their feet. I loved the way he doesn't disregard her child. Hannah and Alex's love affair is a wonderful addition to the story. They share true passion and caring and their love scenes are very poignant. The Prince and the Single Mom is a wonderful read I highly recommend! " -- Tara Renee, Two Lips Reviews
4.5 STARS: "The Prince and the Single Mom is a sweet fairy tale that confirms the power of love. I enjoyed both Catharine and Hannah's stories. Catharine became a single mom at a very early age and is skeptical of men. I love that Philip is patient with her and anticipates her concerns. He's wonderful with her little boy, interacting with him as one would expect a father to do. The love scenes between them are steamy and the ending will melt your heart. I loved the way Ms. Ashbury wrote Hannah's story. She's a young widow who decides to throw caution to the wind and have an affair that will last her a lifetime. The interaction between Hannah and Alex is superb with great dialogue and sexual encounters. Hannah's story does not conclude at the end of this book, which makes me hope that in books two and three of the series, Ms. Ashbury will continue with Hannah and Alex's tale. I definitely will be returning to the Kingdom of Boisdemer in the future for other stories in this new series." -- Claudia Orpik, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
4 ANGELS: "Catherine is a lovely heroine and Phillip is truly "Prince Charming". These two are just spectacular together. Their chemistry is spot on, with lots of tender moments. Catherine's hesitation to embark on a relationship is understandable, and Phillip's ability to sway her will win the heart of readers. He is such a yummy hero, it is not hard to understand Catherine's capitulation. Hannah and Alex's story begins in this book but is not resolved. Hannah and Alex are the respective parents of Catherine and Phillip. This is a mature couple, and their story is just as compelling as their children's. The dialogue between them is sizzling. Hopefully, the author will present more of their story in the upcoming books in this series. The Prince and The Single Mom is an enchanting romance with fairytale aspects to the story. The author has done a great job weaving her storylines together. It contains plenty of eroticism and romance. This reader looks forward to the next book in this series." -- Susan T, Fallen Angel Reviews
High above the Jones house, on clouds that only the most faith-filled eye could see, two cherubic elderly sisters stopped their knitting, closed their eyes, and inhaled deeply.
“Did you feel that, sister?”
“I did. I surely did.”
“Oh, doesn’t it feel wonderful? It’s been so long since I’ve felt this much magic humming through my blood.”
“Oh my, it’s enough to make you blush, isn’t it? And so unexpected, too!”
“Quickly, Gwendolyn, the books!”
Each used a knitting needle as a magic wand, conjuring books to float in the air before them.
“Oh my,” Eugenia, the eldest of the pair, said as she perused her book. “I was going to say how nice it was to have someone over the age of five believe in us. She certainly is over five, isn’t she? Ah, well. Beggars can’t be choosers, I suppose.” She looked over to where her sister was using her knitting needle to flip through page after page in her book. “So, Gwendolyn, any handsome princes available?”
“Ahh, not exactly,” Gwendolyn replied. She stopped turning pages and read. “This could be promising. But honestly, sister, I have no idea whatsoever how to accomplish this in these modern times. Pumpkins and mice aside, it is a different world these days.”
“It is. Yes, it is indeed.” Eugenia vanished her own book, so she could turn her attention back to the one Gwendolyn floated over to her. “But not to worry. While you’ve been taking your weekly aerobics class, I’ve been watching television. And I know exactly what to do! Well, look at this.” She smiled. “Do you know, we have much more magic than we need for just one happy-ever-after. And this is not only promising, it’s perfect. Look, one of them is already there. ”
“I was thinking that very same thing myself. Oh, Eugenia, it feels good to be needed again!”
“Yes, it does, doesn’t it? Now, we must not waste time. That poor woman isn’t getting any younger, you know.”
In a cloud of sparkles and rose petals, the two sisters, fairy godmothers both, vanished into thin air.
And so our tale begins. Once upon a time…
There she stood, waiting for him.
Philip took a moment to simply look at her. She wasn’t the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
But he craved her above all others.
He knew she hadn’t heard him drive in, for he’d come the back way. But she sensed his presence now. Slowly, she turned to face him.
He’d been wrong. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Saying nothing, he went to her. His gaze locked with hers, and he took her hands and brought them to his lips. “I am so very glad you’re here.”
“I want to be here. With you. But…”
“Shhh. You don’t have to tell me you’re nervous. I can feel you trembling. If you’ve changed your mind, tell me now. I’ll understand. I may go and bang my head against a tree, but I will understand.”
Her laughter wasn’t as full as it might have been, but she did laugh. “I haven’t changed my mind. I’d decided that this time, I would be the seducer. Only, I’ve just realized I don’t know how.”
“Poor Kate,” he said softly, placing her hands on his shoulders, freeing his own hands to wander to her hips. He squeezed, gently, and urged her closer. He wondered if she knew how much she’d just revealed to him? Yes, she had given birth, but in many ways she remained virginal. And therefore deserving of every bit of care and tenderness he could give her.
“I’ve never known this urgency before. I looked up, only a few short days ago, and saw you for the first time. Something almost magical happened at that moment. Oh yes, I know you don’t believe in magic. But I do.”
“Philip, I don’t need flowery words.”
She lacked belief in far more than magic and knights in shining armor. She didn’t believe in her own appeal, and she didn’t trust his words. He couldn't blame her. She'd believed once and paid for it.
He changed his mind. If the bastard who hurt her so badly ever did show up in Boisdemer, beheading wasn’t out of the question after all.
He put away the sparking rage that burned in him on her behalf. It had no place here. She faced him with such a troubled expression, he bent to place a gentle kiss on her furrowed brow.
“Mon cherie, I know. Perhaps I need the flowery words.” He knew the thoughts in her head. She wanted to keep things simple. She thought this would be an uncomplicated vacation fling. He didn’t doubt that her heart held far more for him than she wanted to admit. He didn’t need to hear her tell him right now. He was a patient man. At least when it came to getting her to see the sweet light of reason.
But he’d run out of patience waiting to have her.
Moving quickly, he scooped her into his arms, laughing when she screamed and threw her arms around his neck as if to save herself from being dropped.
She wasn’t heavy, and it wasn’t very far to his bedroom.
The sound of the door slamming still reverberated in the room when he stopped before the bed and slowly lowered her feet to the floor. There was light enough left in the day that he didn’t bother with the bedside lamp. Instead, he ran his hands through her hair, cupped her head, and drew her into his kiss.
He had already become addicted to the taste of her, the hot sultry flavor he knew his body could never live without again. Slowly, ever so slowly, he explored her mouth. Her hands grabbed his wrists and held on even as her tongue met and danced with his. Sensuous, erotic, the wet glide ignited tiny sparks in his blood. Her arms moved up to twine around his neck, and he complied with her unspoken request for more. His hands smoothed down her back to her bottom and pulled her closer.
He knew the strength left her knees as he continued tasting her. Not sure of his own strength, he weaned his lips from hers to sit on the edge of the bed then gently pulled her to stand between his legs.
Without speaking, he tugged her T-shirt out of her shorts. The flesh of her belly was warm and soft and smooth. Loving the touch of her under his hands, he caressed her. Then stripped the shirt from her completely.
She gasped, and he couldn’t help but smile. “I’m trying so damn hard to be gentle, cherie. But I want you so bloody badly.”
“You don’t have to be gentle. It’s not like this is my first time.”
He knew differently. He took a moment to admire the plain cotton bra that supported and concealed her pretty breasts. He found the simple garment more alluring than the finest lace. But it had to go. Reaching behind her, he released the catch in one smooth move.
Her naked breasts captivated him, prettily plump with delectable pink nipples. Unable to resist, he opened his mouth and drew one in. It pebbled and elongated, inviting him to have more. He was lost.
Her fingers combed through his hair, holding him close. Her moans told him how much she liked his actions. His hands shaped her bottom then, in one fluid move, stripped the shorts and panties down her legs. Not willing to give her a moment to think, he slipped to his knees and set his mouth on her.