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    A Royal in Rio
    A Royal in Rio
    A Royal in Rio
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    A Royal in Rio

    By Vicki Savage

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    When a handsome stranger totals his car in front of her apartment complex, Carina rushes to help. With assistance from a sexy neighbor, she heals the man's physical wounds, and in doing so opens herself up to new ideas and sensual experiences that will change her life forever.

    That morning, Miles only cared about running away from his overbearing family. Now, he cares about so much more—like the beautiful woman who opened up her home to him, and the old college crush he thought he had lost forever. Carina doesn't know that he and her neighbor used to share a woman in the bedroom. As the sensual tension in the small apartment rises, he sees an opportunity to rekindle the past. As he sets his plan in motion, he hopes that this time he can make the love last.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEvernight Publishing
    Release dateAug 4, 2017
    ISBN9781773393766
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      A Royal in Rio - Vicki Savage

      Published by EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ® at Smashwords

      www.evernightpublishing.com

      Copyright© 2017 Vicki Savage

      ISBN: 978-1-77339-376-6

      Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

      Editor: Audrey Bobak

      ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

      WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

      This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      A ROYAL IN RIO

      Wanderlust, 3

      Vicki Savage

      Copyright © 2017

      Chapter One

      Miles

      Finally, some privacy. I stepped on the gas of the stolen sports car and laughed as the wind whipped through my hair. I had been surrounded by personal guards, castle staff, and my overprotective parents since birth. I was long-past due for a little independence.

      I cranked the wheel to the right, laughing once more as the car screeched around the curb of the busy Rio de Janiero streets. My father never would’ve allowed me to do something so reckless. It was unbecoming of a future king of England.

      Not that I’d ever become the king of England. No, that business was for my distant cousins Will and Harry. Still, as a third cousin, there was a miniscule chance that I could ascend the English throne, at least according to my status-seeking parents.

      I didn’t care about any of that. The royal life was far too stuffy and constricting for me. I was a thrill seeker, an adrenaline junkie. Life was to be lived dangerously if it was to be lived at all.

      That was why, when I had seen the keys sitting in this sports car outside my Rio hotel, I knew I had to take it for a test drive. Oh, I was going to get in serious trouble when I got back, but for a while at least, I’d know what it felt like to be free.

      I cranked around another curb, taking me farther and farther away from the crowded streets. I was almost at the edge of the city, where I knew I could really open the vehicle up and let it go. Man, it would be amazing to floor the gas pedal and see what this little beauty could do. Just a few more streets, and I’d be in the clear. Even now I could tell that the landscape was much less congested, and the road straighter—

      The little girl came out of nowhere. She emerged from between two buildings on the right side, carrying a basket of tourist trinkets similar to the ones I saw earlier today in the shops downtown. I slammed on the brakes. Seeing the car, the girl screamed and dropped the basket. Tiny glass bottles shattered on the pavement at her feet, spilling sand onto the cracked pavement. The girl continued to scream as she brought her chubby little fingers up over her eyes.

      Damn, there was no way I was going to be able to stop in time. Locking my jaw, I turned a hard right, swerving at the last minute and missing the girl by inches.

      Thank God. I glanced over my shoulder and confirmed that the girl was okay. When I faced forward once more, I realized I had veered into the other side of the road and was headed straight toward several construction cones surrounding a large hole. Bright metal glistened up from the hole, indicating exposed pipes were probably being fixed. Thank God it was lunchtime and there were no construction workers on site. I forced the car back to the right, but it was too late. The wheels screeched as they knocked over the cones. I shielded my head as the front bumper of my car dipped into the hole so fast that it flipped the car, sending it over onto pavement on the other side. The driver’s-side airbag deployed as the world inverted in on itself. Time slowed as I steeled my body for impact. Then the roof of the car slammed into the ground, creating a loud crash.

      My parents are going to kill me. The words ran through my mind as my entire world went black.

      Chapter Two

      Carina

      Mommy, Mommy! Little Angelina ran into the room with dirt on her face and her pigtails half-undone. Mommy, come quick!

      Just a minute, sweetheart. I’m busy. I finished pouring beach sand in the jar that had been hand-painted several hours before. While I loved my daughter, I also knew that she could be overly dramatic. Her emotional outburst could be over a new bird’s nest she had found on the roof of our apartment complex, or a worm she had discovered on the sidewalk out in the street. Either way, she never had a true emergency.

      Where is your basket? I shook the tiny bottle, making sure the sand was even on all sides.

      She nibbled her lower lip and folded her hands in front of her. I left it outside.

      Baby, you know how I feel about that. Baskets are expensive.

      I know, Momma, but—

      Did you give the bottles to Mr. Rodriguez down the street?

      I tried, Momma.

      I raised my brows. Tried? The tourist shop owner not only sold bottles in his own shop, but distributed my artwork to the shops down by the water and on the other side of the city. Last month, he had told me that tourist season was starting, and there had been an increase in demand for my work. He had placed a rather large order, and it had taken me several weeks to hand-paint the bottles to make the demand. I hated making those bottles almost as much as I hated having no money, but after my husband, Adrian, died two years ago, Angelina and I could scarcely afford anything else. Sales from the bottles barely covered our rent for this dirty little apartment, let alone food and clothing, but I wasn’t fit to do anything else. I had married young and Adrian had insisted on me not working. According to him, it was a man’s job to provide for his family. As a result,

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