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    Arabella and the Forbidden Prince
    Arabella and the Forbidden Prince
    Arabella and the Forbidden Prince
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    Arabella and the Forbidden Prince

    By April Marcom

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    "I should be happy, I tell myself. A commoner being taken to wife by the soon-to-be-king. The coming queen of an entire nation. But I cannot control the desires of my heart. And what my heart wants is the future king’s brother."
    -Arabella

    ARABELLA AND THE FORBIDDEN PRINCE is a beautifully dark tale. It's sure to please anyone looking to get lost in a truly romantic story, full of surprise, suspense, and forbidden love.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherApril Marcom
    Release dateJun 9, 2015
    ISBN9781311409362
    Arabella and the Forbidden Prince
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    April Marcom

    April Marcom works as a substitute teacher of all grades in her local schools, but her true passion is writing. When she's not teaching or creating stories, she's enjoying the country life with her car-obsessed husband and three fabulous children. She also enjoys rainy days, traveling, and her five very rowdy dogs. April grew up a southern bell in Mississippi, but is now a proud Oklahoman.http://aprilmarcom.weebly.com

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      Arabella and the Forbidden Prince - April Marcom

      Arabella and the Forbidden Prince

      By April Marcom

      Arabella and the Forbidden Prince ~ Copyrighted © 2015 by April Marcom

      All rights reserved worldwide. Any reproduction or transmitting of this book without express written permission from the author is forbidden.

      This book was written from the author’s imagination and is purely fictitious. Any similarities this story holds to actual people, places, or events is purely coincidental and not the intent of the author.

      ~ OTHER WORKS BY APRIL MARCOM ~

      The Three Stones of Bethany

      (Chapter 1 at the end of this book)

      Wisteria and the Pirate Werewolf

      Dawn and the Pirate Assassin

      Good vs. Evil High

      (Sample Chapter at the end of this book)

      Bind Our Loving Souls

      (Excerpt at the end of this book)

      Lord of Ice, FROZEN Anthology

      From Upscale to Hay Bales

      Young Love in Old Chicago

      Shattered

      Alisha All Alone

      Table of Contents

      PART I

      ~THE CHOOSING~

      PART II

      ~THE PERFECT NIGHT~

      PART III

      ~THE CONDEMNATION~

      PART IIII

      ~THE ESCAPE~

      CHAPTER 1 OF THE THREE STONES OF BETHANY

      SAMPLE CHAPTER FROM GOOD VS EVIL HIGH

      EXCERPT FROM BIND OUR LOVING SOULS

      PART I

      ~THE CHOOSING~

      I smooth the skirt of my red dress when I see the dust cloud rising in the road on the horizon. Although it’s faded and quite nearly too small for me, it’s the finest dress I own.

      The prince is almost certainly the one who approaches. It seems strange, but he’s chosen to visit my decrepit little village this morning in search of a wife.

      The many voices suddenly cutting into the silence tell me I’m not the only one who’s noticed that someone’s coming.

      To my left and right, in the long row of young ladies and their families who stand behind them, it's apparent to me that many of them don't belong here. They all wear plain dresses and ragged shoes, but there are those with perfectly polished nails and heads held so repulsively high and proud that it is obvious they have come in disguise for a chance to become the next queen. Some of the parents haven’t even bothered to change out of their splendid clothes. They’re liars. They should all be hanged.

      The closer the dust cloud gets, the more fearful I become.

      I look up at the sky to try and distract myself from this. The sky is perfectly clear, but the smell of rain still hangs in the air from the showers of last night. I take in a long, deep breath.

      Arabella was born for this, I hear my mother whisper to my father behind me. She’s exactly the sort of woman royal borns want in their blood line.

      I roll my eyes and let out my breath, tired of hearing her say things like that. Because of my extraordinarily fair skin and hair, she’s convinced that I will be chosen by the prince for marriage. Unfortunately, I’m also the one she and my father would undoubtedly prefer the prince to take to wife the least of me and my four sisters. This hasn’t stopped either of them from gloating to anyone who will listen.

      You had better hope not, or she’ll get you all killed with that mouth of hers, someone else whispers to her. This doesn’t surprise me. It’s not the first time someone has responded this way.

      I have a bit of a problem with my uncontrollable and unpredictable rage. I never know just when it will strike, but when it does, I scarcely know what I’m doing. You can imagine what would happen if my temper ran away from me with the future king, or his parents, the present king and queen.

      The stagecoach in the distance is getting very close now. Clearly it's the prince. Only someone of the royal family would ride in such grandeur. The carriage is painted red with shining gold angels sculpted beautifully over every corner.

      Remember, Arabella, my mother whispers in my ear from behind me, you must control yourself at all costs. A lifetime of wealth and luxury is at stake.

      I nod. The more I hear her say it, the deeper it settles in how much me being chosen by the prince affects my family as well as myself. They would also be moved into the castle, after all.

      The front horses pulling the stagecoach are only the length of three men away from my eldest sister when they turn to the side and come to a stop. I cannot see inside the windows with the red satin fabric covering them completely.

      I am so afraid at that moment, I would almost rather hide under a damp rock with poisonous serpents than stand there waiting to meet the prince’s scrutiny.

      The driver climbs down from the front and comes to open the side door. Presenting his royal highness, Prince Horris the Third, he says

      A young lady not far from me gasps and faints when a long gangly leg appears from inside, adorned with one very pointy shoe. The prince steps down, wearing skin-tight trousers and a blue and black striped shirt with puffy sleeves. The ugly, curly white wig upon his head makes him look like an old man with unusually youthful skin. I

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