The Making of a Princess

  “For the first time man and soldier are at odds as desire wars with duty…”

  Sworn to serve the royal family of Pasadonia, dedicated soldier Xavier LeDuc has never had any trouble putting duty before desire—until he encounters redheaded beauty Amanda Carn. She’s sweet, seductive and all too familiar looking. Could she be the King of Pasadonia’s long-lost daughter? Surely things like that only happen in fairy tales….

  If she’s proved to be royalty then Xavier will have to keep his distance, but he’s been bound by royal command to protect Amanda until the truth is discovered. Keeping Amanda safe is his new mission—and where could be safer than in his own arms?

  For the first time man and soldier were at odds as desire warred with duty.

  He liked this woman, he wanted her physically, but if she was of the royal family his duty was to protect her against all threats—including himself. With the addictive taste of her still on his lips, he recognized the challenge that represented.

  He knew his duty—lived and breathed it day in and day out. Duty was what kept the soldier from kissing her when she so obviously wanted a kiss as much as he wanted to get his mouth on her. The shadow of hurt as she moved away drew the man in him forward as he sought to erase her pain.

  And his.

  Now might be the only time he had with her—this time of uncertainty while the DNA test was pending. Once her identity was confirmed, she’d be forever out of his reach....

  Dear Reader,

  In my Princess Camp stories, I’ve enjoyed writing about every little girl’s dream of playing princess. Rapunzel must risk all she’s ever known and the safety of her isolated tower to seek the freedom she longs for above all else. Her reward is finding a family she never anticipated and a love beyond all imagining.

  This story reminds me of my lovely niece Sammy. She started in softball at the tender age of four, and by the time she was ten, she and her team won Nationals. Hard work and dedication brought her many more honors, and last year she finished a college softball career that broke many individual, school and division records.

  What is her connection to Rapunzel? Sammy is a beautiful blonde with hair that reaches past her waist. This past summer she was recruited to play professional softball in Italy, and Sammy left all she knew to travel to a foreign land. Because of her long blond hair, the people of Italy called her Rapunzel!

  Isn’t life funny sometimes?

  Enjoy the journey.

  Teresa

  Teresa Carpenter

  The Making of a Princess

  Teresa Carpenter believes in the power of unconditional love, and that there’s no better place to find it than between the pages of a romance novel. Reading is a passion for Teresa—a passion that led to a calling. She began writing more than twenty years ago and marks the sale of her first book as one of her happiest memories. Teresa gives back to her craft by volunteering her time to Romance Writers of America on a local and national level.

  A fifth-generation Californian, she lives in San Diego, within miles of her extensive family, and knows that with their help she can accomplish anything. She takes particular joy and pride in her nieces and nephews, who are all bright, fit, shining stars of the future. If she’s not at a family event, you’ll usually find her at home—reading, writing or playing with her adopted Chihuahua, Jefe.

  Recent books by Teresa Carpenter:

  BABY UNDER THE CHRISTMAS TREE

  THE SHERIFF’S DOORSTEP BABY

  THE PLAYBOY’S GIFT

  THE BOSS’S SURPRISE SON

  SPARKS FLY WITH MR. MAYOR

  SHERIFF NEEDS A NANNY

  Other titles by this author available in ebook format.

  For my editorial team at Harlequin Romance past and present. Thank you for your patience, encouragement and insight. We make a stellar team.

  Contents

  PROLOGUE

  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

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  EPILOGUE

  EXCERPT

  PROLOGUE

  Princess Camp

  AMANDA CARN SHRUGGED INTO her backpack then grabbed the handle of her rolling suitcase. Slowly, reluctantly she followed her roommates and new best friends from the cabin they’d shared for the past two weeks.

  She’d had the time of her life here at Princess Camp and she wasn’t ready for it to end. She’d never be ready for it to end.

  “Amanda, come on.” Michelle, a bouncing blonde dressed as Sleeping Beauty, waved her along. “If we don’t get to tea early, we won’t get to sit together.”

  “I’m not hungry.” She winced at the petulant note in her voice. She detested petulance.

  Grandmother’s displeasure came across as petulant, and oh how she would hate it if she knew. A professor at an elite Northern California University, she was a brilliant woman, disciplined in both manner and emotion. She rarely allowed a show of temper, which was a good thing, because it wasn’t a pretty look on her.

  “Well, I’m starved.” Elle, beautiful as Belle, gave Michelle a significant look and they both came back to hook an arm through each of Amanda’s, drawing her forward.

  “I’m going to miss you guys,” she whispered, not wanting it to be a whine.

  “I’m going to miss the scones,” Elle declared. “Hurry.”

  “Our time’s not up yet, silly.” Michelle told Amanda, refusing to be rushed. “We have the tea, and then the closing ceremony. There’s lots of time left.”

  Something in her voice made Amanda turn to study Michelle’s profile. “You don’t want to leave, either.”

  “None of us want to leave.” Elle sighed, brushing her mahogany curls behind her. “But I don’t want our last day to be sad either.” She stopped on the path and turned to face them. “We have to all promise to come back next year.” She held up her hand, little finger raised high. “Pinkie swear you’ll do everything you can to come back.”

  Michelle immediately hooked her pinkie finger with Elle’s. “I’ll start working on my dad as soon as I get home. He owes me for missing parents’ day.”

  Amanda’s hand curled into a fist as sadness bloomed into despair. “It would have been better if my grandparents didn’t come to parents’ day. Grandmother has already said she felt the camp misrepresented itself as having a curriculum of etiquette and decorum when it was clearly a production of fantasy and frivolity.”

  Her friends blinked at her.

  “You mean she doesn’t like the camp because they let us play princess while teaching us manners?” Elle said.

  Amanda nodded. “I doubt I’ll be able to talk her into letting me come again.”

  “Is that why they only stayed an hour on parents’ night?” Michelle asked.

  “No.” She worried the end of her long strawberry blond braid. “They had another engagement. Grandmother was hosting a reception for a visiting professor. They have them all the time.”

  “She couldn’t do that another night?” Michelle demanded, reaching fo
r Amanda’s hand. She, too, knew how it felt to come second to duty.

  “It doesn’t matter. I would have been nervous if they’d stayed for the talent show.”

  “Afraid Grandmother wouldn’t approve?” Michelle guessed.

  Amanda shrugged, feeling it would be disloyal to agree even if it was true. She longed to come back next year. Her grandparents were very protective of her and the university life was restrained and structured, with not much to offer a ten-year-old. And Grandmother didn’t like it when Amanda made a fuss about things.

  But then some things were worth making a fuss over. Like precious friends. Looking from Elle to Michelle, Amanda slowly lifted her hand and hooked her pinkie with theirs.

  “I promise to keep in touch. And to do everything I can to be here next year.”

  CHAPTER ONE

  Fifteen years later

  XAVIER MARCEL LEDUC, Commandant of the Royal Pasadonian Republican Guard was ready to go home. For six months he’d been away, traveling with the crown jewels on an extended American tour that started in New York and would end here in San Francisco.

  He ran his gaze over the well-dressed crowd. Tonight was a pre-event viewing, for the social elite and members of the museum, and privileged donors. Hardly a high risk crowd. All the more reason to be on guard, in his opinion. And as the senior officer in charge of the crown jewels’ security, his opinion counted.

  He saw her the moment she walked into the room, a breath of fresh air in a throng of perfumed elegance. She wore a black ruffled skirt that ended a few inches above her knees topped by a black sweater with beaded trim. Young and chic, her only adornment was her creamy white skin and the vibrant fall of red gold hair that reached the top of her lovely derrière.

  An attractive blond accompanied her through the exhibit, but it was the redhead who held his attention. Not only was she lovely, something about her was familiar.

  When the women reached the portrait of Princess Vivienne, he went totally still, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end.

  Signaling one of his men to take command of his post, Xavier approached the woman and her companion.

  * * *

  “Oh, oh, oh. Look how the tiara sparkles. That’s it. I just decided I’m having a tiara for my wedding. Do you think you could borrow this one for me?”

  “Shh!” Amanda hooked her arm around Michelle’s and drew her away from the delicate diamond display. “These are royal jewels on loan from Pasadonia. I do not work for this museum, so no, I can’t borrow it for you. Now behave yourself.”

  “I guess I could just snatch it.”

  “Oh my God.”

  “Relax. I’m just teasing. Trying to get you to relax. You’re bound tighter than your grandmother’s knickers.”

  “Stop. And no more talk of borrowing or snatching any of the Crown Jewels. That’s not going to relax me. Security is all over the place. It would not look good to the museum I do work for if I was kicked out of this one.”

  “Is it the security that has you twitching?”

  “No. I mean it shouldn’t be. We’re not doing anything to draw their attention. But I feel like I’m being watched. It probably is the extra vigilant security.”

  “Maybe not. Let’s take a gander, shall we?” Michelle led the way to one of the three foot by three foot glass displays that stood six feet high in the middle of the room. This one held a beautiful ballgown from the late 1800s topped by a stunning ruby necklace, earrings, and tiara.

  Being women, the jewels got first consideration but the elaborate dress also drew Amanda’s attention. “Can you imagine wearing something that heavy to dance in?”

  “I couldn’t do it.” Michelle shook her head, her blond hair shimmering with the motion. “I would have had to be a strumpet.”

  “Ha.” Amanda closed her lips over a burst of laughter, the old habit hard to break even though she’d been out from under Grandmother’s iron rule for nearly six months. “I’m telling Nate you said that.”

  Her friend slanted sly green eyes her way. “Nate loves my inner strumpet.”

  “I bet he does.” Amanda bumped shoulders with her best buddy. “I’m so happy for you. It’s obvious you two are in love. He’s been good for you.”

  “Dude, he’s the best. And he comes with the little munchkin.”

  She glowed. The biggest cynic Amanda knew actually glowed talking about her fiancé and his infant ward. It made Amanda ache with delight for her friend, but also with loneliness.

  Both her BFFs had found their very own Prince Charmings. And Amanda truly wished them a fairy tale happily ever after. But it made her long for a man of her own, someone she could be herself with, who would believe in her without limits, who loved her despite her faults.

  Despite her faults? Wow, she had to stop channeling her grandmother. She wanted what she’d never had, a relationship of comfort, warmth and affection. She longed for a man she could trust, a man who above all else would be honest with her.

  And yes, a man who embraced her inner strumpet.

  “There he is,” Michelle whispered in her ear. “Your stalker.”

  “Where?” Amanda looked up and into the brown eyes of a black-haired man. He stood militarily straight, on the edge of the room, arms crossed over his chest, eyes trained on her.

  She smiled. And he quirked an eyebrow.

  She blinked and looked away, pulling Michelle with her towards the display of royal portraits.

  “Mmm, sexy,” Michelle observed. “And he definitely has his eye on you.”

  “You were right, he’s security. Head of security for Pasadonia.”

  “How do you know?”

  “I saw him on the morning news. They were doing a piece on the opening. He’s part of the Pasadonian Royal Guard traveling with the crown jewels.”

  “He sure is pretty, but intense. It looks like a smile might break those cheekbones.”

  “Don’t stare.”

  Amanda pulled Michelle around so they faced the painting of a woman wearing a three-point crown and a jewel encrusted crest around her neck. The plaque read Princess Vivienne, 1760–1822.

  “He’s working.” For some reason Amanda felt compelled to defend him. “And some people like to kid around about stealing the tiaras.”

  Michelle grinned. “Bet that would land his ass in a wringer.”

  “Yes, actually, that is indeed the truth.”

  The deep male voice with a slight accent sounded from behind them causing Amanda to jump guiltily.

  Michelle was unfazed. Smiling easily she turned to confront the man. “You can’t put all these sparkles on display and not expect a girl to want.”

  “You are welcome to admire all you wish.” He bowed his head slightly. “That is, of course, the point of the tour. However, I must insist you do nothing to place my ass in a wringer.”

  Amanda smiled appreciating his humor, the gentle mocking.

  “Oh, he’s funny.” Michelle took no offense. She elbowed Amanda. “Sexy and funny, you should say hello.”

  “Hello.” Well used to her friend’s bluntness, Amanda just went with it. Besides, he was sexy, and funny. She held out her hand. “I’m Amanda Carn.”

  “Miss Carn.” He bowed low over her hand, almost but not quite kissing her fingers. “It is my pleasure.”

  Michelle shifted so he wouldn’t be able to see her, and wiggled her eyebrows. Amanda just stopped herself from rolling her eyes. But she couldn’t help but be charmed.

  “Xavier Marcel LeDuc at your service.”

  “You must forgive my friend, monsieur. She has a warped sense of humor but means no harm.”

  The Commandant nodded to the portrait behind her. “Your resemblance to Princess Vivienne is what drew me over. Do you, perhaps, have family in Pasa
donia?”

  “Oh my gosh,” Michelle exclaimed. “Amanda, you totally look like the princess in the picture.”

  “What?” Amanda automatically turned to view the painting.

  The woman in the picture appeared to be in her forties. She wore her bright red hair up, the weight of it, and the crown making her long neck look fragile. A creamy complexion and somber blue eyes gave her an elegant air. She possessed a delicate beauty beyond anything Amanda aspired to. Yes, their coloring was similar, but that was all, and even then Amanda’s strawberry blond hair and silver gray eyes resembled the woman’s but were a toned down version of the princess.

  “Oh no.” Amanda automatically made the denial. Because really, the closest she got to royalty was playing princess at Princess Camp all those years ago. But then she had to qualify, because she didn’t really know her full ancestral makeup. “Not that I’m aware of.”

  “The likeness is quite remarkable.”

  “Oh please,” she gave a dismissive wave, “she’s beautiful.”

  “Yes.” He nodded, a shallow, regal gesture, his amber gaze never leaving her face. “Very beautiful.”

  “Oh.” She blushed. Those compelling light brown eyes held her captive, seemed to delve into her soul, seeking all her secrets. And she was keen to share. Michelle’s elbow dug into her ribs, reminding her to speak. “Um. Thank you.”

  “What she meant to say,” Michelle corrected, “is would you like to join her for a cup of coffee?”

  “Oh I cou—” Again the denial came without thought, but she stopped. Why couldn’t she? She wouldn’t find her prince charming by being timid. “Yes, I meant what she said.”

  He smiled, not with his mouth but with those incredible eyes. “This would be my wish, however, duty requires I remain here.”

  “Of course.” Heat rushed to Amanda’s cheeks as his rejection registered. “You’re working.”

  “May I have a rain coat? Perhaps tomorrow morning?”