Royal Seduction

Catherine’s pulse quickened when she thought about the end of their evening. Would he kiss her good-night? That was the American tradition, wasn’t it?

Royal protocol in her country called for first dates to be chaperoned, and a chaste handshake was all any suitor was allowed. Catherine had thanked the heavens for the strict etiquette many times over the years.

But tonight? Tonight she was grateful that no chaperone was watching her every move. Tonight she was hoping—praying—for a kiss.

Would it be soft? Warm? Moist? Firm? Slow and languorous? Or furiously ardent? If she had a say, she’d prefer to experience his kiss in each of those forms. The thought had her grinning.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

“Oh, nothing. Nothing at all.”

Nothing she could tell him, anyway….

DONNA CLAYTON

is a bestselling, award-winning author. She and her husband divide their time between homes in northern Delaware and Maryland’s Eastern Shore. They have two sons. Donna also writes women’s fiction as Donna Fasano.

Be a part of

Because birthright has its privileges and family ties run deep.

A doctor and a princess share a passion that defies expectation. And when duty and desire clash, they have to make the ultimate decision for their future! Will love conquer the crown?

Dr. Riley Jacobs: When he met Catherine for a consultation, he was dazzled by her beauty but resentful that a healthy person would take the precious time of a serious doctor. But as he got to know her, he saw the tender heart of a woman who crept into his soul….

Princess Catherine von Husden: This free-spirited princess ran from her royal responsibilities and delved into Portland’s social world. With her passionate reaction to Portland General’s Dr. Riley Jacobs, Catherine was thinking of ditching the crown altogether!

No Love Lost?

During Dr. Richie’s tenure at the Healthy Living Clinic, couples came together thanks to his special oil. With his departure, would love survive? Turn the pages and find out!

THE SOLUTION YOU’VE BEEN WAITING FOR…

THE REMEDY YOU DESERVE…

NoWAIT

THE AMAZING NEW DIET OIL. USE IT AND WATCH THE POUNDS MELT AWAY!

NoWait: A little rub on the skin, and in no time you’re thin!

SPONSORED BY THE HEALTHY LIVING CLINIC IN AFFILIATION WITH PORTLAND GENERAL HOSPITAL PORTLAND, OREGON

Use as directed.

Some side effects may occur.

Check with your physician before applying.

Because birthright has its privileges and family ties run deep.

AVAILABLE JUNE 2010

1.) To Love and Protect by Susan Mallery

2.) Secrets & Seductions by Pamela Toth

3.) Royal Affair by Laurie Paige

4.) For Love and Family by Victoria Pade

AVAILABLE JULY 2010

5.) The Bachelor by Marie Ferrarella

6.) A Precious Gift by Karen Rose Smith

7.) Child of Her Heart by Cheryl St. John

8.) Intimate Surrender by RaeAnne Thayne

AVAILABLE AUGUST 2010

9.) The Secret Heir by Gina Wilkins

10.) The Newlyweds by Elizabeth Bevarly

11.) Right by Her Side by Christie Ridgway

12.) The Homecoming by Anne Marie Winston

AVAILABLE SEPTEMBER 2010

13.) The Greatest Risk by Cara Colter

14.) What a Man Needs by Patricia Thayer

15.) Undercover Passion by Raye Morgan

16.) Royal Seduction by Donna Clayton

This book is dedicated to

Nancy and Mark Ruz…Ruszcs…Ruszczycky.

Nan, you’re the most seductive princess

I know.

And, Mark, better medical advice cannot be found.

Thank you, both, for the inspiration!

Contents

Prologue

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

Epilogue

Prologue

“I ’m not marrying that man!” If Princess Catherine von Husden were still a child, she’d have stomped her foot and jutted her chin toward her father. But now that she was twenty-six, such antics were no longer an option. Her only recourse was to fix her eyes on him and refuse to back down.

“Oh, Daddy,” her sister droned with irritating complaint, “can’t you do something about her?” Yvonne leveled a glare in Catherine’s direction. “Cat, you’re the oldest. Protocol calls for you to marry first. You know Hampstead and I have been waiting for nearly a year! Just marry Étienne and get it over with.”

Catherine calmly remarked, “You shouldn’t have waited. And you shouldn’t wait any longer. Haven’t I always said etiquette be damned?”

Yvonne gasped. Their father’s jaw tensed.

Catherine narrowed her eyes on her father. “Besides, the only reason you want a wedding is to try to show up Max. But that’s not going to happen. No matter how hard we try, Lextanyans cannot outshine a wedding and a coronation.”

Catherine was so happy for her cousin Max. Last year he’d married the love of his life and then had been crowned king of Lantanya. The wedding, attended by the entire von Husden family, had been a glorious affair. And as custom dictated, the coronation had been elaborate in the extreme.

“I wish you’d give up this silly competition.” Catherine lifted one hand, palm up. “Uncle Maxwell, may he rest in peace, isn’t even around any longer to compete with you.” Although Maxwell the Fourth, the former king of neighboring Lantanya, wasn’t her father’s brother, the two men had been close enough that the man had always been affectionately referred to as “uncle” by Catherine and her sister. Everyone knew about the silly game of one-upmanship that her father and Uncle Maxwell had spent years playing. “And Max doesn’t care to compete with you—”

“Catherine, this has nothing to do with me and my cousin, and it certainly has nothing to do with Max,” her father said. “This only has to do with you and Étienne. He is an exceptional young man. He’s industrious, and he has an excellent background as well as a flawless reputation.”

This had her brows arching. “So you haven’t heard the stories that he’s a skirt-chasing misogynist? Is that what you want me dealing with for the rest of my days?”

Her sister clicked her tongue in dismay. “Cat, that’s your future husband you’re talking about.”

“Oh, no.” Despite her intention to remain unruffled, determination—along with an unexpected stirring of alarm—had her pulling her arms tight across her chest. “The man may be handsome as the devil himself, and he may be highly educated. He may even have a noble or two climbing around in his family tree.” Cat halted abruptly, gasping with a sudden revelation. “He’s offering you the Caslow Diamond, isn’t he?” The diamond was huge, and world-renowned. One look at her father’s face was proof enough. She shook her head. “I can’t believe I’m being traded for a glittery rock.” Her spine stiffened with renewed resolve. “I don’t care what he’s offering. I will not spend my time keeping tabs on a hound dog of a husband who’s sniffing around other women at every opportunity. That’s not what marriage is supposed to be about.”

“You know nothing about marriage.” Her father’s tone went taut. “Étienne’s actions before he became interested in a union with you will not be held against him. The man had to live, didn’t he?”

Catherine held her ground. However she got the impression that her ground was becoming a tad shaky. Usually, her father’s staunch decision would begin to soften under her unfaltering protests. Usually.

But today Prince Wilhelm Adolf was proving why he’d remained regent of Lextanya for so long as his shoulders squared with a frightening fortitude.

“You also know nothing about family loyalty,” he continued. “If you did, you wouldn’t continue to embarrass the von Husden name by refusing to do as you’re told.”

His blue eyes were as cold as ice chips, and they sent a chill through Catherine.

“No matter what fantasy has enraptured you this week, Catherine, it’s time you wake up. We are of the regal lineage of Lantanya. And we rule Lextanya. The von Husdens are one of the last remaining truly royal houses in the world. We are renowned and respected. And I won’t allow you to threaten our reputation ever again, Catherine.”

Oh, Lord, would he never allow her to live down that one small slipup? It had been ages ago. She’d been sixteen when it happened, and she hadn’t caused him a moment of trouble since. Well, no real trouble, anyway.

“Unlike some nobles,” her father added, “our side of the von Husden family has never been tainted with nasty misdeeds.”

Certainly he wasn’t comparing her childhood prank to Uncle Maxwell’s stepbrother’s villainous crime against the entire nation of Lantanya? Max’s first act as ruler had been to send his step-uncle to prison for high treason.

“People are beginning to talk,” her father continued. “About you. Rumor and innuendo can be just as fatal to our royal name as scandalous criminal offenses. Besides, it’s completely natural that Lextanyans are beginning to wonder about you, Catherine. You’re not getting any younger.”

She couldn’t believe he was tossing her into the same rotten barrel with a true criminal. And all because she didn’t want to marry Étienne. Then again, she guessed she shouldn’t be surprised. Her father had always had a poor opinion of her.

“But I don’t need a man to make me happy,” Catherine said. “I don’t need to marry. Go ahead and announce Yvonne’s engagement.”

Prince Wilhelm ignored her. “We live and die by tradition. The day we release hold on custom is the day our house will fall.”

Catherine plopped her fist on her hip. “What a load of imperialistic bunk!”

Yvonne’s sob made Catherine spin on her heel.

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry.” She went to her sister’s side. “I didn’t mean any disrespect to Father. Or to our family.”

Catherine had been speaking plainly to her father for years; however, she never made a habit of doing so in front of Yvonne, or anyone else for that matter. No, the barbed relationship she and Wilhelm shared was kept private. Just between the two of them. But he was going too far in his attempts to marry her off.

Shrugging Catherine’s comforting arm from her shoulder, Yvonne cried, “You’re disrespectful of all of us, Cat. Why can’t you see that? And you’re keeping me from becoming Hampstead’s wife!”

“I’m supposed to marry a man I don’t love so you can do what you see as your royal duty?” Although Catherine worked hard to restrain the sharpness in her voice, she knew she’d failed.

Her sister clenched her hands into tight, white fists. “You are so selfish.” With tears streaming openly down her pale cheeks, Yvonne raced from the room.

Catherine watched her sister disappear through the doorway of her father’s office, her chest growing heavy with dread and guilt. The walls were covered, floor to ceiling, with oak panels that had darkened over time, and right now they seemed to close in on her as she turned to face her father.

“Your actions are affecting everyone around you, Catherine.” Anger emanated from him in simmering waves. “You are duty bound to do as I bid.”

Trepidation overrode all emotion in her. She’d never heard him speak like this before. He’d pleaded and cajoled and threatened, but there had always been something—some unspoken expression or tone—that had left her feeling there was a way out. But that unspoken something wasn’t present at the moment, and that scared her.

“Étienne is ready to arrive at any time. All I have to do is call him.”

“Father, no!”

“He is the one, Catherine,” he pressed. “There will be a wedding. A grand affair. It will be your day to shine.”

“This is the new millennium.” She threw her arms wide. “No one arranges marriages anymore. That idea went out with catapults and chastity belts.”

“I’ve spoken to Étienne on your behalf,” he continued smoothly. “When he arrives, he’ll expect to spend plenty of time with you during his visit. Your engagement will be announced soon after his visit.”

Panic flared inside her like white-hot flames. She wanted to rant and rave, but knew it would do no good, so she pressed her lips together to hold in the churning emotion. Her father’s mind was made up, that much was all too clear. He’d even gone behind her back and set his plan into motion. Her dismal future would begin with one phone call.

He went silent waiting for her to respond. She would not agree with his plan. She refused to give him that satisfaction.

“May I go now?” she asked.

He gave a single nod. “Just so long as we understand each other. Duty calls, Catherine. Duty calls. And you, my dear, shall answer.”

She wanted to leave. She wanted to run. But she couldn’t get her feet to move. The whole world felt as if it were collapsing in on her. What was wrong with her? Yvonne couldn’t wait to get married. Couldn’t wait to produce a gaggle of royal babies. She didn’t need love, it seemed. In fact, Yvonne had been quite happy with the man their father had chosen for her.

So why was she so resistant?

Catherine dashed away the hot tear of frustration. She didn’t know why she continued to be defiant. She just felt she had to. And no amount of kingly commands was going to change that.

What she’d like to do was just run away. Go somewhere fun and exciting. Crawl out from under the burdensome von Husden name and all the royal responsibilities that went along with it and enjoy a little purely naughty fun.

But that was impossible.

Duty calls, Catherine. Her father’s chilly reminder caused a shiver to course across every inch of her skin. And you, my dear, shall answer.

Her jaw firmed, and she wanted to mutter, “Duty be damned.” But she held her tongue.

“Is there anything else?” Her father asked, looking up from the paperwork he’d been reviewing.

“I need some time,” she blurted.

“I thought we had already concluded that your time had run out.”

“Please, Father.” She stopped. Swallowed. Took a deep breath. Allowing panic to overwhelm her would be a mistake. She had to make a rational argument. She tried again, “Father, I need some time to get used to the idea of…” She refused to voice the phrase marrying Étienne, so instead, she said, “the idea that my life will soon be changing. You’re asking a lot of me—”

“I’m asking no more of you than I am of your sister.”

“I need some time,” she repeated. Alarm began to erode her self-control. She had to say something that would make him agree to give her what she needed. “I’m not asking for the world here. Just two weeks.” Then an idea came to her out of the blue and she exclaimed, “To buy a trousseau!”

The straight line that had been his mouth softened.

“It wouldn’t look very good if I didn’t have all the things I needed to begin—”

“Two weeks, you say?”

“Yes,” she told him, relief flooding her.

Prince Wilhelm sighed. “You’ll take your sister along?”

Risking more disapproval, Cat shook her head slowly. “Yvonne is very upset with me. I doubt she’d be very much help.”

He glanced down at the papers on his desk. “Well, you can’t very well go alone.”

“I’m not a child. I want to go alone. There’s no reason why I shouldn’t. I’ll go as Catherine Houston.”

When each of his children had turned twenty-one, Prince Wilhelm gifted them with a credit card and bank account under an assumed name. Traveling incognito was the perfect way to deflect the barrage of reporters whenever they took mini holidays or went shopping on Oxford Street in London. When your family owned the bank that backed the credit card—when your family owned the whole darned country—you could pretty much do whatever you wanted.

Her father sat down in his overstuffed leather chair. “Where will you go?”

Anxiety had her tossing up her hands. “I don’t know. I haven’t decided.”

“But—”

“This will be the last trip I take as a single woman,” she said, a terrible sinking feeling twittering her stomach. “Would you please just give me a little space?”

For a long moment, he stared. And finally he murmured, “You may have two weeks. Two.”

One

I f the monotony of this job didn’t kill him, Dr. Riley Jacobs thought, then the paint fumes would. Taking over the running of Portland General Hospital’s new Healthy Living Clinic hadn’t been where he’d expected to put his extensive ER training into practice; however, the position had turned out to be a necessary rung on the ladder to where he wanted to go—and he had every intention of reaching his ultimate goal.

Riley thought of himself as a late bloomer, being thirty years old and having just completed his residency at Portland General Hospital. However, he’d received rave reviews from the ER chief of staff, and he’d truly expected a job offer. But instead Riley had been asked by the head honcho, himself—the hospital director—if he would become acting director of the Healthy Living Clinic. It seemed that things had gone quite awry here recently. And Riley had been told if he could set the mess right and keep bad publicity at bay, then a job would be waiting for him over in the hospital’s emergency room. He’d promised to do his best.

The perfunctory knock on his office door had him calling out, “It’s open.”

Faye Lassen secured a small stack of patient files in the crook of one arm. The thirty-two-year-old woman with a Ph.D. in nutrition and psychology wore her hair pinned up in a neat ’do, and wore a crisp white lab jacket over a navy knee-length skirt. One look at her and the word professional popped into one’s mind.

“Hi, Riley,” she said. “Busy?”

“Just reading through all this paperwork so I’ll be ready for our meeting. We should get over to the hospital soon, shouldn’t we?”

Anxiety clouded her blue eyes. At least, he thought her eyes were blue. He couldn’t be sure since they were hidden for most part behind the iconic, huge-rimmed glasses she wore.

“I don’t believe I’m going to be able to make it,” she told him.

“What’s wrong?”

“I was just alerted that one of my nutritionists has called in sick and I’ve got a client waiting. If I’d been told ahead of time, I’d have called her and rescheduled her appointment.”

Riley set down the papers he’d been holding. “But I need you in that meeting with me. You know more about this place than anyone. You’ve been here since the clinic opened. You know what’s been happening around here, whereas I’ve just stepped into the job.”

“I know, and I hate to let you down,” she said, “but I have no choice. Also—” she pushed the door closed behind her and approached his desk “—I have some information about Dr. Richie. And it’s not good news.”

He went still. The springs in Riley’s chair creaked when he sat up straight, waiting.

“I was approached by Detective O’Callahan. He told me he was suspicious of Dr. Richie. I’d have told you about this sooner, but I didn’t want to spread mere rumor. I told the detective I needed proof. Well, after doing some background research, the detective discovered that, although Dr. Richie excelled in some areas of study during his college years, he didn’t do so well in chemistry. Detective O’Callahan has offered hard proof.”

Even as he took the manila folder Faye handed him, Riley thought of all those small bottles the staff at the clinic had been handing out to clients right and left. A topical weight-loss oil, NoWait had been the invention of Dr. Richard Strong, the man who had been Chief of Staff of the clinic until a woman proclaiming to be his ex-wife had disrupted his standing-room-only seminar with loud and angry accusations that had caused him to run for the high hills. Dr. Richie—as the famous health guru was known by everyone in the Pacific Northwest—hadn’t been seen in the clinic since.

The commotion had taken place a week ago, and although Riley hadn’t been around to witness the incident, it had everyone abuzz, clients and staff alike, and he’d heard the story several times over. But he was doing all he could to suppress gossip. Riley had been shoved into this job with orders to smooth over the workings of the clinic and avoid scandal.

He whistled, low and long. “If the public discovers that Dr. Strong wasn’t much of a chemist,” he said, “yet he had our backing when he introduced that oil, there could be big trouble for the clinic. We’ve got to pull NoWait. We need to stop using it. Today.”

Faye nodded. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

“If the newspapers pick up the story about how that stuff is affecting our clients, it could ruin the clinic’s reputation,” Riley said.

“We’ve got to keep that from happening.”

He unwittingly tapped the tip of his pen against the heel of his hand. “Granted, NoWait is a homeopathic treatment. It’s topical, dab a bit on the skin. What can it harm? And Dr. Richie’s papers only list natural ingredients. I’ve read them. I can’t imagine NoWait being anything but harmless.”

“It has seemed to help our clients lose weight,” Faye said. “But everyone has also been acting rather…peculiar.”

Peculiar wasn’t the half of it, Riley silently surmised. The first day or so on the job, he’d been too busy to notice. But he’d quickly realized that the people in the clinic seemed more frisky than normal. And he didn’t mean frisky as in lighthearted and playful, either. These people were downright lascivious.

“We can’t automatically blame NoWait for this…odd behavior,” he hurried to say. “Not without testing.”

“That’s true,” Faye said. “Exercise does produce high amounts of endorphins to be released in the body. Endorphins that induce a ‘feel good’ effect. That could account for the behavior.”

The higher-ups wanted this situation handled with kid gloves. They wouldn’t be happy hearing that Riley and Faye wanted to yank NoWait from use. The clients loved the product. For more reasons than one.

“Or it could be,” he said, “that everyone is experiencing the high of self-esteem produced by shedding those pounds and firming up, and that’s why they’re feeling amorous. A general, all-around dose of confidence might do it.”

“Maybe,” Faye murmured. But she clearly didn’t believe it.

“Look, you need to be at that meeting,” he told her firmly. “You’ve got the inside scoop on Richard Strong. You have that evidence. You need to make our case about the NoWait. I’ll take the client off your hands.”

“I can’t let you do that. You’re the boss around here now. The director. And besides that—”

“All I have to do is go over the nutrition booklet with her, right? I’ll meet you over at the hospital just as soon as I finish with the woman, okay?” Riley could tell she was about to argue. “Listen, I can’t have the meeting with hospital administration without you. But you can start it without me. I have every confidence in you.”