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  The Queen’s Nine-Month Scandal

  USA TODAY Bestselling Author

  Abby Green

  USA TODAY bestselling author Abby Green takes you on one Queen’s sensational journey from a masquerade ball to a royal scandal in this fantastic digital novella!

  Desperate for a last taste of freedom before she enters a political, loveless marriage, Analia—the famous Virgin Queen of Azoria—hides behind her mask at a glitzy Venetian ball. Until the stormy grey gaze of an enigmatic, disguised stranger lays her soul—and her body—bare in one passionate night!

  World-famous photojournalist Daniel Petrovsky learned years ago to harden his heart against emotions and the morning disappearance of his anonymous lover should mean nothing. But when a certain queen’s shock pregnancy hits the headlines, the brooding billionaire will stop at nothing to fight for what is his!

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  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  CHAPTER ONE

  ‘I WILL LEAVE you now to rest, Your Majesty.’

  ‘Thank you, Pierre.’ Queen Analia of Azoria hoped the relief she felt wasn’t obvious.

  Her grand vizier bowed and left the room. Analia was dragging in a breath when suddenly a knock sounded and a different door to her suite opened to reveal her lady-in-waiting. She quickly pasted a smile on her face.

  ‘Do you need anything else, Your Highness?’

  Analia curbed the spiking of irritation, which had nothing to do with her staff. She shook her head and wished that just for once someone would address her as Analia. ‘No thank you, Cecily. That’ll be all for this evening.’

  ‘Very well. I’ll see you in the morning.’

  ‘Good night. And thank you for today.’

  The young woman left, shutting the door quietly behind her. Now Analia did drag in a big breath while kicking off her shoes. She went to both doors and turned the locks, pathetically grateful for even this small gesture of privacy between her and her demanding world. A world that had been demanding her attention since she’d been crowned Queen at the unfeasibly young age of nine, following the tragic deaths of her parents.

  Now twenty-two, Analia sometimes felt double her age, presiding over matters of government and shouldering a massive responsibility for the people of her small island principality, which lay off the southern coast of Italy in the Ionian Sea.

  She sighed deeply and undid the top button of her silk shirt and padded over to the open french windows of her Venetian hotel suite which looked out over the Grand Canal. She curled her hands around the stone balcony railing and drank in the majestic view, willing herself to relax.

  Dusk was drawing the ancient city into a lavender-hued embrace, tingeing everything with a dreamy quality. The rigours of the past two days spent on a trade mission to Venice faded against this timeless backdrop. Her country had once been ruled by Italy, and Analia was taking advantage of these indelible links while on her mission to bring her country properly into the twenty-first century.

  She sighed again, unable to shake a growing feeling of...emptiness. Usually she pushed these feelings aside, telling herself that she simply didn’t have the luxury to wallow. Too many people depended on her. But here, now, Analia couldn’t seem to stop them. She hated to admit it, but she felt lonely.

  As she looked across the canal she saw lights winking in crumbling palazzos and wondered about the lives going on inside. Were they families gathering for dinner? A speedboat sped along the canal leaving a surge of white spray in its wake. In the back of the boat Analia saw a man with his arms around a woman, their faces close together. This was a city made for lovers.

  An incredible poignancy filled her. She’d never experience that. She was destined to rule and to marry someone who would be a suitable consort. She was due to announce her engagement to a German prince within months, signalling the end of one era and the start of another. Producing heirs for Azoria.

  The man she was due to marry was perfectly nice. Suitable. The right lineage. Analia knew he would make a good husband, for he was kind. But she was not attracted to him and she would not love him. She knew that. And to yearn for love now was a futile dream.

  Still, the thought of Prince Wilhelm becoming her first lover made something wither inside her. Her mouth flattened into a thin line to think of her infamous nickname. The Virgin Queen. Thanks to a well-known archaic requirement of her constitution, and the fact that she’d had little or no privacy since she was a baby, everyone knew she was a virgin and had to stay pure until her marriage. It was ridiculous but until Analia got married, she wouldn’t actually be able to change the constitution to reflect more modern values.

  With a spurt of anger she wondered, Was nothing to be sacred, just for me? Ever? Once she married, her life would become even less private than it already was.

  Analia turned back into the room feeling restless and a little wild. She saw a black strapless evening gown hanging up. It had been put out for a masquerade ball she’d been invited to that evening—until her chief advisors had decided that the event wouldn’t really be appropriate. Analia spied the gilt-edged invitation on a table and went over to pick it up.

  You are cordially invited to indulge yourself and your senses in the company of Andreas Xenakis, in the spirit of the famous Venice Carnival.

  The rest of the words blurred as something dark settled in Analia’s belly. Resolve. Andreas Xenakis was one of the world’s most renowned playboys and hoteliers, hence her advisors’ lack of enthusiasm that she attend. Earlier, she’d agreed not to go because a party had been the last thing she’d felt like...but now something was surging in her blood and making her feel reckless. Rebellious.

  * * *

  Daniel Sasha Petrovsky felt restless. His mouth thinned, this was nothing new, he’d been born restless. But for once, he found himself craving...peace. He’d thought that by leaving his career as a celebrated war photographer and reporter behind, he might have gained some. When an estranged Russian oligarch uncle had died leaving his vast fortune to Daniel, he’d taken the opportunity to do something more worthwhile, using his knowledge of where money was needed most in the world to become a philanthropist.

  But no matter where he went, no matter how his wealth increased exponentially or how much of it he consequently gave away, it felt as if a void was growing inside him and there was nothing he could do to fill it.

  And yet he knew he couldn’t go back into that chaotic world of war, carnage and destruction. He’d seen too much, had witnessed too much horror.

  He shook his head as if that could shake off this very uncharacteristic introspection and took in his glittering surroundings: a centuries old palazzo, which showcased Venice’s crumbling splendour. It could have been medieval times. Candles flickered everywhere, dancing on acres of seductively bared female flesh. Daniel’s mouth twisted. Despite the skin on show, this was no debauched carnival party. This was at the top end of the scale, the most exclusive invite of the carnival.

  Daniel gave thanks for his own mask and the beard which further disguised him. He wasn’t in the mood to be recognized tonight. The cloak of anonymity suited him and this strange mood he was in.

  A movement to his right caught his peripheral vision and he turned to look as a woman stepped into the room just a few feet away. Instantly everything within him seemed to slow down to one long heartbeat. She was exquisite. Dark lustrous hair fell in loose waves behind her shoulders. Pale olive skin glowed like a pearl and looked as soft as silk.

  The
curve of her jaw was graceful and delicate, hinting at the true beauty which lay hidden under a piece of black lace covering her face from forehead to nose. Her simple mask made the surrounding, more elaborate ones seem garish.

  She had soft, voluptuous, infinitely kissable lips. She intrigued him and aroused him all at once, standing so alone. A simple diamond bracelet glinted at that moment from her wrist as she moved forward with a hesitation that made him frown slightly. Women in this milieu weren’t hesitant.

  There was something about that hesitance and her isolation that instantly resonated within him, as if a chord of recognition had been struck. Welcoming the distraction from his inner tumult, and unable to stop himself, he moved towards her.

  * * *

  Analia was still giddy with the knowledge that she’d managed to escape the confines of her hotel suite, thanks to observing a maid use a staff entrance earlier in the day. For the first time in her life she wasn’t surrounded by staff and bodyguards.

  The feeling of freedom was heady. Waiters were passing through the crowd dressed in costumes, their faces covered by masks. The guests looked beautiful and mysterious. Everyone was anonymous here. She could be anyone.

  ‘You look thirsty.’

  It took a second for the deep voice at Analia’s side to register and she turned with a start to see a glass of champagne being held out towards her. She looked up, and up again, to see a broad-shouldered man who quite simply took her breath away. His face was almost entirely obscured on top by a black mask, and on the bottom by the dark growth of a beard that hugged his jaw.

  Unlike the other men dressed in tuxedos, he was in a dark suit but with an open-necked shirt. Unruly dark wavy hair almost touched his collar and only added to his rakish appearance. The hint of rebelliousness resonated deep within her.

  His lips quirked, firmly sculpted and so undeniably sensual that she felt a flutter of something hot, deep in her belly. And then he smiled, flashing strong white teeth, and Analia was dazzled. She also felt very strangely as if he was familiar to her, but in a way she couldn’t rationalize. A little shiver went down her spine.

  She took the glass and murmured, ‘Thank you.’

  ‘I take it you’re not meeting anyone here?’

  Analia took a gulp of the sparkling liquid and let the bubbles race down her throat before saying wryly, ‘Is it that obvious?’

  The man shrugged minutely, ‘You looked a little lost when you came in.

  Something pierced her at last and she asked him in turn, ‘And you? Are you alone too?’

  He turned his face to cast a look over the crowd and Analia’s belly tightened to see how strong his jaw was. He was so intensely masculine.

  ‘I know our host, that’s about it.’ He turned to look back down at her. ‘With all these masks it’s hard to know about anyone else.’

  ‘I like it,’ Analia heard herself blurting out.

  He seemed to know exactly what she meant and said slowly, ‘Me too...so no names then, or that’ll ruin it.’

  Flutters increased in Analia’s belly. It was as if she’d agreed to enter into some kind of illicit pact with this man, which was crazy as they’d only just met. Nevertheless she heard herself saying, ‘No names.’

  Quirking a sexy smile again he said, ‘We could make up names?’

  He held out a hand, ‘I’m Sasha.’

  Analia felt a giggle rising up, an incredible lightheartedness. ‘That’s a girl’s name!

  He drawled, ‘I think it’s fairly obvious I’m not a girl. I’ll have you know that

  it’s a very respectable man’s name in Russia where my ancestors come from. Or not...I could be making it all up.’

  Analia had a sense that he wasn’t making it up. Something about him made her think of vast open steppes and an inhospitable environment pitting man against nature. Very aware of her heart pounding, Analia put her hand in his and seized on the first name she could think of. ‘I’m...Alexandra.’

  Instantly the air around them seemed to crackle with awareness. Analia was aware of her hand being dwarfed by his. The faint calluses against her delicate skin. His incredible heat.

  Seconds passed, stretching as they stood there, locked in this bubble of intimacy. She felt his thumb move ever so slightly against the pulse of her wrist and her eyes widened under the lace of her mask, her breath choppy.

  The lighthearted feel of the last few moments seemed to change to something more intense. Analia could feel blood rushing to her face and other parts of her body. Her breasts felt heavy and her nipples became hard points against the silk of her dress.

  Without releasing her hand or saying anything else, Sasha guided her over to where doors stood open, leading her out to a balcony, which overlooked the canal. Analia felt a little dazed. She’d only met this man mere minutes ago, and yet she felt bizarrely as if she’d been speaking to him for hours.

  A couple passed them on their way back into the room and then they were alone on the balcony, the sound of the party muted. He let her hand go and Analia felt ridiculously bereft. She clutched her glass and said innocuously, ‘It’s so incredibly beautiful here.’

  ‘Yes.’

  She looked up at Sasha but he was looking at her, not the view. Under his mask she could make out the dark intensity of his eyes and that they were gray, like a stormy Atlantic Ocean.

  ‘What are you doing here?’ he asked then.

  Emboldened by the prosecco, the headiness of the protection of anonymity, Analia whispered, ‘Escaping.’

  She could imagine him raising a brow under his mark and he asked inevitably, ‘From what?’

  Analia looked away and gulped. Everything was slightly obscured from under the black lace of her mask. ‘From nothing...and everything.’

  She looked at him and lifted her chin. ‘And you? Why are you here?

  He smiled. ‘Because I was looking for you.’

  The words were only meant as a light flirtation. A platitude. The equivalent of asking, do you come here often? But Analia couldn’t stop herself from imbuing them with a significance they didn’t warrant.

  His smile faded then and he put down his glass of wine onto a nearby table. Analia tensed. He stretched out a hand and ran his finger down one cheek and across the line of her jaw.

  Suddenly he muttered roughly, ‘You’re so beautiful.’

  Analia’s skin tingled deliciously where he touched her. She blushed. No one had ever complimented her like that before. It wouldn’t be appropriate. ‘Thank you,’ she said huskily.

  As if unable to help himself, he moved closer and his hand snaked around to the back of Analia’s neck, under her hair. She felt unbearably sensitized and languorous all at once. Unable to stop him. Not wanting to stop him. Not even when he pulled her close enough so that she could feel the latent strength of his body next to hers.

  His head dipped and her eyes fluttered closed as that wickedly sensuous mouth settled over hers. Tasting, touching, so delicately that she might have imagined it. And yet, it burned like a brand.

  CHAPTER TWO

  NEED BURNT UP like wildfire within Daniel as soon as his lips touched hers. Alexandra. The name suited her. She had a regal air about her. But all that was forgotten as he realized that he’d be crushing her mouth under his and taking her right there against the balcony, in full view of the party’s guests, if he wasn’t careful.

  Disobeying the clamour of his blood, Daniel pulled back with extreme reluctance. He could see her eyes open underneath the lace of her mask but couldn’t make out their color. They were dark.

  Her mouth was pink and moist, slightly swollen even from that brief touch, and his body throbbed to wonder how those lips would look if he had kissed her as he’d wanted to.

  Someone laughed nearby, a high unattractive sound, and a cooler breeze wafted in from the water. Daniel could see her blink beneath the mask, as if waking up. She swallowed and looked into the room. Whatever she saw there made her go pale, when seconds before she’d bee
n flushed. Their bodies were still so close that he could feel the rise and fall of her breasts against him. If she were to move ever so slightly, she would feel just how much he wanted her.

  She looked back at him and he frowned. Suddenly she looked hunted. She stepped back and immediately his body protested at the lack of contact. Daniel didn’t like the tendril of panic in his gut that she was about to flee. No.

  He put a hand around her slender arm. ‘You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.’

  Analia felt as if she had. The ghost of her future. That woman’s laugh had brought her back to reality with a bump. It lurked in the wings like a malevolent force, ready to break this spell. If it was discovered that she’d left—a sense of urgency infused her blood and panic gripped her making her clammy.

  As if sensing her turmoil Sasha asked, ‘What is it?’

  Analia willed down her panic, but what had she been thinking? ‘I should—I need to go. I shouldn’t be here.’

  Both his hands went to her arms now and he impelled her to look at him. His jaw was tight. ‘What is it you’re running from?

  My future! Analia wanted to blurt out. But how could anyone understand? She shook her head and tried to pull free. ‘Look, I can’t explain, I just...have to go.’

  His hands were like steel brands on her arms. ‘Do you? Really? Right now?’

  Analia stopped struggling and looked up, mesmerized all over again by this compelling stranger. Sasha. An intense yearning filled her with desire. His kiss made her want to experience more. Wicked and decadent things which as the Queen she would never be allowed to do. But things which as Alexandra, incognito...her whole body seemed to ignite at the very audacious thought of the possibility.

  She recalled thinking of how she so desperately wanted something, anything, for herself. Could this night be it? This man? Desire thickened the air around them. She wanted more than a kiss...much more.

  As if sensing her hesitation he repeated his question, ‘What is it you’re running from?’

 

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