Blurb:
It's
2011 and compressed natural gas has taken over from the coal producing steam
machines of the Victorian Age. Alice Windsor, Princess of York, follows her
mischief-making cousin, Edmund of Wales, back to 1851 where Prince Albert is
hosting Britain's Great Exhibition.
Alice
soon finds herself over her head in trouble. Edmund is determined to help
Prince Albert build a dirigible and the prime minister appears intent in
preventing her from stopping Edmund. Alice knows it's too early for the massive
flying machine to take to the air. Complicating matters is the passionate
Grayson Kentfield, Earl of Swinton. Alice can't stop her pulse from pounding
when she's near him.
Can
Alice give her heart to a man from the past while working to stop Edmund from
changing history?
Excerpt:
Tired
and thirsty, she finally made it to the courtyard. Edmund was nowhere to be
found. She should have expected it, really. No doubt he was in the palace
filling their great-grandfather's head with forward-thinking ideas. She crossed
her arms, staring at the steps. Several carriages waited nearby. No one in
their right mind would let her into the palace looking like she did -- like she
had just stepped out of the gutter.
"Excuse
me, who are you?"
Alice
spun around to find herself face-to-face with two gentlemen who stood near one
of the waiting carriages. One gentleman was older, Alice guessed in his
fifties, one younger. The older gentleman stared at her like she truly was a
guttersnipe, but the younger one -- he was tall, with chiseled cheeks and
sensitive hazel eyes. His broad chest filled his suit well and he measured her
with a cool, appraising look that hinted at... appreciation. An uncomfortable
feeling washed over her. Never had a man's stare made her feel so... warm.
"Well?"
asked the older gentleman.
Alice
straightened her posture with her usual royal dignity and took off her glasses
as she always did when she introduced herself. "I am Her Royal Highness,
Princess Alice of York."
The
men looked at each other, at her, then back at themselves. She wasn't sure if
they were befuddled, confused, or wanted to laugh. Finally, the older gentleman
spoke. "Princess Alice is seven years old."
Alice
bit the inside of her lip, realizing she had totally forgotten where she was
due to the younger gentleman's attention. She slid her glasses back on.
"Simply call me Alice -- Alice Windsor."
"And
you may call me Prime Minister."
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