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Stolen to Wear His Crown
by Marcella Bell
Price: $5.25
ON-sale date: 11/01/2020
ISBN: 9781335149107
Blurb:
From unworldly scientistโฆ to his fearless queen!
Mina has finally achieved her dream of becoming chief scientific advisor of Cyrano, when sheโs stolen from the interview room! Sheโs taken directly to the palace chapel, where the terms of a secret betrothal mean she must marry the kingโimmediately. Powerful King Zayn knows all too well monarchs canโt afford dangerous distractions like love. Yet still, heโs appalled to be wed to a complete stranger! Mina is altogether too sensitive, too scholarly, too unpolished to be queen. But that canโt stop the desire that flares each time she looks his wayโฆ
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Excerpt:
Mina Aldaba smoothed her palms over her hair as she took a deep breath. The motion wouldnโt do anything against the strengsth and determination of her curls to frizzโeven if there was enough moisture in her palms to give it some holdโbut it felt purposeful. On the other side of the ornately carved door in front of her sat the men and women of Parliamentโthe people whose decision would dictate whether or not she finally kept her promise to her father.
Like her hair, she was determined and untamable. She had done everything she could, with a full heart and to the very best of her abilityโand that had carried her to this side of the door, inches away from the chance to achieve everything she had ever wanted.
The rest was up to the men and women inside.
The thought set off a series of stuttering palpitations in her chestโand not the kind that could ever be confused with excitement.
This next part was up to fate. The only thing she could do was be herself, trust her knowledge, and hope that that would carry her through. Unfortunately, faith wasnโt one of her stronger virtues. She hadnโt gotten to this side of the door by wishing. Sheโd done it by force of will and desire, continuous studying and practice, so she would be ready to deliver when the opportunity came.
Now was that opportunity.
She could steel her spine even if she couldnโt calm her stomach.
She wore her usual black pantsuit and white blouse. Selecting one size up and choosing a square cut lent her hyper-feminine figure some much-needed gravitas. The hard lines of the design concealed any hint of curveโwhich she appreciated, given her very round derriรจre and rather Rubenesque chest. Dressing her figure for academiaโor, more accurately, concealing her figure for academiaโwas a challenge that she hadnโt anticipated when sheโd decided to become a scientist at twelve years old.
Still, one had to accept what one had.
She would never forget the day a female colleague had taken her aside about it, though.
โYouโre going to have to do something about all of that.โ
Her fellow doctoral candidate had spoken blithely as sheโd gestured in a vague circle toward Minaโs jeans-clad rear and her breasts with a long red fingernail.
โItโs just too much,โ sheโd added. โYouโll never be taken seriously.โ
At the time, the words had stung, but Mina was grateful for them. Her colleague had been right. The thin old uni sweatshirt sheโd been wearing that day had stretched across her full chest, and her jeans had been form-fitted.ย
Sheโd looked like the student she had always been, rather than the professional academic she was becoming, and the world sheโd been about to enter was cutthroat, old-fashioned, and antagonisticโespecially if you happened to have been born with female anatomy.
As soon as she had transformed her attire, her work had begun to garner more attention. Her male colleagues, it appeared, had been able to focus on it, rather than her.
Thankfully, she had mastered those ropes long agoโso well, in fact, that she was now in line to reap the highest professional reward: an interview for the appointment of an adviser to the King of Cyrano.
In preparation, her dense chocolate-brown curls had been ruthlessly brushed back from her face, heavily gelled, and confined into a thick French braid. Todayโa day in which when she couldnโt afford to have even a single hair out of placeโshe had used nearly double the amount of product to tame the springy, indomitable mass.
She had learned long ago to avoid putting her hair in a bun. Too many academics harbored sexy librarian fantasies.
The combination of the suit and the braid created a no-nonsense imageโthat of a serious academic. It was precisely what Mina wanted to project. Especially since she was the youngest candidate ever to sit for a parliamentary interviewโand only the second woman ever nominated.
The door cracked open, and a page popped his perfectly coiffed head out.
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Author Info:
Marcella Bell lives in the mostly-sunny wilds of Southern Oregon with her husband, children, father, and three mismatched mutts. The dry hot summers and four distinct annual seasons of the region are a far cry from the weird rainy streets of Portland, OR, where she grew up, but she wouldnโt trade her quirky mountain valley home for anyplace else on the earth. As a late bloomer and a yogini, Marcella is drawn to romance that showcases loveโs incredible power to transform.
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