Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 68691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Tina:
My parents sent me off to finishing school for one reason only … to find a rich husband to revive my family’s fortunes. Because even though we’re nobility, we’re actually poor, pinching pennies while living in our crumbling castle. Things got so bad that I put on my best smile and a flirty mini-skirt, unsure if it’d work.
But then I met the twins.
Devastatingly gorgeous, Kato and Karl were merchant marines sailing the high seas with an itch to scratch … and I was it.
So I flirted.
I winked.
And I did my thing.
But just when things were getting steamy, I met another man. Prince Kristian was everything my parents hoped for … rich, handsome, and real-live royalty too.
Except there were four of us now.
What’s a girl to do?
Note: This is a panty-melting book with a fantastical, unrealistic storyline. Don’t say I didn’t warn you! Okay, if you have to read it then know that this is a full-length 60k novel with a guaranteed HEA plus a bonus novella inside. Enjoy!
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I was part of a foursome … the dirty, filthy kind, with three dominating, absolutely gorgeous men.
Tina:
My parents sent me off to finishing school for one reason only: to find a rich husband to revive my family’s fortunes because even though we’re nobility, we’re actually poor. There’s no money for heat or electricity, and our cupboards are bare. Things got so bad that I put on my best smile and a flirty mini-skirt, unsure if my plan would work.
But then I met the twins.
Devastatingly gorgeous, Kato and Karl are merchant marines sailing the high seas with an itch to scratch … and I was it.
So I flirted.
I winked.
And I did my thing.
But just when things were getting steamy, I met another man. Prince Kristian was everything my parents hoped for … rich, handsome, and real-life royalty too.
Except there were four of us now.
What’s a girl to do?
Note: This is a panty-melting book with a fantastical, unrealistic storyline. Don’t say I didn’t warn you! Okay, if you have to read it, then know that this is a full-length 60k novel complete with a guaranteed HEA with not one, but three handsome Prince Charmings. What’s not to like? Please note that this book was previously released under the same title, and has been revised and updated for your reading enjoyment. You’ll love it, I promise! Love, Cassie
CHRISTINA
“Come on Tina,” said my friend Maggie. “Let’s roll!”
I groaned a little but hauled myself up. Maggie was right – it was time to head out, seeing that this was going to be our last night on the town together. Tomorrow we were being packed off to different finishing schools, or what my friend and I privately refer to as “princess training school.” Our parents want us to find husbands at these places, and rich men were known to come by and pick off a girl or two regularly, making her mom swoon, her dad beam, and the girl? Well, who knows what was on her mind, because she was nothing but an afterthought in the process.
But for tonight, Maggie and I had one last chance at freedom. We’d just graduated from Castilleja Prep in the center of town, and excitement ran through our veins, our freedom, however brief, making me giddy.
“Where are we headed?” I asked.
“Grantley, Lucy, and Aggie are meeting us at the Old Dog,” chattered Maggie excitedly. “It’s going to be so fun.”
I internally groaned. The Old Dog was a dive joint, the kind that served 20 ounce tall boys with whisky chasers. Not exactly the type of place wannabe princesses hung out at. But okay, I shrugged. It’d be good to see my girls one last time before we spread out all over the Continent.
Because my friends and I aren’t your average girls. We’re minor nobility from a small country called Andorra. Our families are distant relatives of the King, and we’ve been living the high life since birth. In fact, Maggie wasn’t actually Margaret. Hell no, nothing so plebeian. Maggie was Magdalene, Lucy was Lucinda and Aggie was Agatha. Me? I’m Tina aka Christina, but just like everyone else, my parents are hoping that I can score a prince, or at least someone really, really rich.
So I shrugged. Heck, once I arrived at the finishing school in St. Venetia, I’d probably be attending balls and fancy-attire parties non-stop. So hanging at the Old Dog one last time was a last hurrah of sorts. It was a chance to get our hands dirty before they were shoved into elbow-length white gloves.
“You think this looks good?” I asked Maggie, skeptically looking at myself in the mirror.
My friend rolled her eyes.
“Oh Tina, you always look good, and you never even have to try. It’s so not fair,” she huffed, her bangs blowing off her forehead. “Why can’t we all be gorgeous and curvy?”
But I rolled my eyes because it’s not true. I’m curvy yeah, but no one thinks I’m gorgeous because that’s wishful thinking. The descriptors I got most often are “pleasant,” “nice-looking,” or the one I hate most, “not ugly.” Uck. Why “not ugly”? Why use a negative to describe a woman’s looks?
But I try to do my best most days, dressing in clothes that flatter my figure by emphasizing the good while deemphasizing the bad. And tonight, our last night out, I pulled out all the stops. I’m not usually like this. I’m usually more of a bookish type, complete with good-girl librarian outfits consisting of comfy turtlenecks and long skirts, but tonight I decided to go for it. So I struggled into thigh-high boots, long leather shafts with a skinny heel that caressed my legs snugly, the material velvety and soft. Plus, the bustier I had on was so tight that my boobs were pushed up and out. They resembled creamy ivory pillows, soft and beckoning, and it was all complemented by a mini-skirt hugging my generous hips. The total effect was electric. Actually, probably a little too electric because it kind of looked like a hooker get-up.