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MARION LENNOX is a country girl, born on an Australian dairy farm. She moved on—mostly because the cows just weren’t interested in her stories! Married to a “very special doctor,” Marion wrote for Mills & Boon under a different name for a while, so if you’re looking for her past novels, search for author Trisha David as well. She’s now had more than seventy-five romance novels accepted for publication. In her non-writing life, Marion cares for kids, cats, dogs, chickens and goldfish. She travels, and she fights her rampant garden (she’s losing) and her house dust (she’s lost). Having spun in circles for the first part of her life, she’s now stepped back from her “other” career, which was teaching statistics at her local university. She’s reprioritized her life, figured out what’s important, and discovered the joys of deep baths, romance and chocolate. Preferably all at the same time!
Marrying His Majesty
Claimed: Secret Royal Son Betrothed: To the People’s Prince Crowned: The Palace Nanny Marion Lennox To Sheila, who makes my books better. With gratitude. Table of Contents Claimed: Secret Royal Son 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
Betrothed: To the People’s Prince
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Crowned: The Palace Nanny
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
‘WAKE up, Lily.’ There were two doctors and four nurses gathered by the bed. This had been groundbreaking surgery. Heroic stuff. If Lily hadn’t been close to death already, they’d never have tried it. After the operation she’d been kept in an induced coma to give her damaged brain time to recover. They’d saved her life, but would she wake up… whole? The junior nurse—the gofer in this small, exclusive French hospital—had nothing to do right now and she was free to think about the patient. She’d seen this girl come in a month ago, deeply unconscious, drifting towards death. Rumour said she was related to royalty, but no one came near her. A nurse was supposed to be objective. She wasn’t supposed to care. There wasn’t one person around this bed who didn’t care. ‘Wake up, Lily,’ the surgeon said again, pressing his patient’s hand. ‘The operation’s over. It was a huge success. You’re going to be okay.’ And finally Lily’s eyelids fluttered open. She had dark eyes. Brown. Too big for her face. Confused. ‘Hey,’ the surgeon said and smiled. ‘Hello, Lily.’ ‘H… Hello.’ It was a faint whisper, as if she’d forgotten how to speak. ‘How many fingers am I holding up?’ ‘Three,’ she said, not interested. ‘That’s great,’ the surgeon said, jubilant. ‘You’ve been ill—really ill—but we’ve operated and the tumour’s been completely removed. You’re going to live.’ Lily’s gaze was moving around the room, taking in each person. The medical uniforms. The eager, interested faces. And then, as if she’d remembered something really important, her eyes widened. Fearful. ‘Are you in pain?’ the surgeon asked. ‘What hurts, Lily?’ ‘Nothing hurts. But… ’ Her hand shifted, slow from disuse, and her fingers spread over her abdomen. ‘Where’s my baby?’ ‘I, ALEXANDROS KOSTANTINOS MYKONIS, do swear to govern the peoples of the United Isles of Diamas—the Diamond Isles—on behalf of my infant cousin Michales, until such time as he reaches twenty-five years of age.’ Alex’s black uniform
