A Royal Amnesia Scandal

A Royal Amnesia Scandal
Jules Bennett

She’s about to have an unforgettable affair…with her royal boss.He was desperate to forget a broken engagement…until an accident has Prince Lucas Silva forgetting his fiancée’s identity. Now he believes his loyal assistant Kate Barton is his bride-to-be. And she’s under strict orders to keep up the pretense.Playing the role of beloved is no stretch for Kate; she’s had a crush on her boss for years. But palace rules prohibit royalty from mixing with the help, so Kate knows her happiness can’t last. Once Luc regains his memory she could very well be tossed aside…unless the prince is willing to forget the rules, too!

“Look at me,” she ordered. “You know me, Luc.”

Blowing out a breath, Luc hung his head. “I … It’s on the tip of my tongue. Damn, why can’t I remember?” Worry filled his dark eyes.

This was not good, not good at all. She was going to have to get her boss back to the house and call the palace doctor. Obviously Luc’s memory wasn’t cooperating if he couldn’t remember that they worked together. But she didn’t want him panicking; she could do that enough for both of them.

“My name is Kate.” She watched his eyes, hoping to see some recognition, but there was nothing. “I’m your—”

“Fiancée.” A wide smile spread across his face. “Now I remember.”

Before she could correct him, Luc leaned in to capture her lips with a passion she’d never known before.

A Royal Amnesia Scandal

Jules Bennett

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

Award-winning author JULES BENNETT is no stranger to romance—she met her husband when she was only fourteen. After dating through high school, the two married. He encouraged her to chase her dream of becoming an author. Jules has now published nearly thirty novels. She and her husband are living their own happily-ever-after while raising two girls. Jules loves to hear from readers through her website, www.julesbennett.com (http://www.julesbennett.com), her Facebook fan page or on Twitter.

I have to dedicate this book to the fabulous Andrea Laurence and Sarah M. Anderson who always come through for me when I need a plot fixed five minutes ago. Wouldn’t go through this crazy journey without you guys!

Table of Contents

Cover (#ub35af549-abfa-56a3-b68d-6afc81032b25)

Introduction (#u83923595-1906-5c2d-a97d-d43164732f53)

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About the Author (#u6a3bb0fc-5498-51ea-baec-dff4d627c12a)

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Escaping to the mountains would have been much better for his sanity than coming to his newly purchased private seaside villa off the coast of Portugal.

Kate Barton fully clothed was enough to have any man panting, but Kate running around in a bikini with some flimsy, strapless wrap that knotted right at her cleavage was damn near crippling. The woman had curves, she wasn’t stick-thin like a model and damn if she didn’t know how to work those dips and valleys on that killer body. Not that she ever purposely showcased herself, at least not in the professional setting, but she couldn’t hide what she’d been blessed with, either. Even in a business suit, she rocked any designer’s label.

Luc Silva cursed beneath his breath as he pulled his Jet Ski back to the dock and secured it. His intent in coming here was to escape from the media, escape from the woman who’d betrayed him. So why was he paying a penance with yet another woman?

To ensure privacy for both of them, he’d given Kate the guesthouse. Unfortunately, it and the main house shared the same private beach, damn it. He’d thought purchasing this fixer-upper on a private island, barely up to civilization’s standards, was a brilliant idea at the time. With no internet access and little cell service, it was a perfect hideaway for a member of Ilha Beleza’s royal family. He didn’t want to be near people who knew of or cared about his status. Luc had only one requirement when searching for a hideout: a place to escape. Yet here he was with his sexy, mouthy, curvy assistant.

Not only that, the renovations to the property were only half-done, because he’d needed to get away from reality much sooner than he’d thought he would.

A lying fiancée would do that to a man.

“Your face is burning.”

Luc fisted his hands at his sides as he approached Kate. Was she draped all over that lounge chair on purpose or did she just naturally excel at tormenting men? She’d untied that wrap and now it lay open, as if framing her luscious body covered only by triangles of bright red material and strings.

“I’m not burned,” he retorted, not slowing down as he marched up the white sand.

“Did you apply sunscreen?” she asked, holding an arm over her forehead to shield her eyes from the sun.

The movement shifted her breasts, and the last thing he needed was to be staring at his assistant’s chest, no matter how impressive it was. When she’d started working for him about a year ago, he’d wanted her... He still wanted her, if he was being honest with himself.