“I love everything about this emotional and sexy, second chance story. Erika Kelly writes a story that makes me feel like I’m right there with the two main characters, Beckett and Coco. It is a slow burn, passionate story with lots of underlying tension. I not only enjoyed this story, but I found it impossible to put down.” —Cocktails and Books

Titles by Erika Kelly

The Calamity Falls series

KEEP ON LOVING YOU

WE BELONG TOGETHER

THE VERY THOUGHT OF YOU

JUST THE WAY YOU ARE

IT WAS ALWAYS YOU

CAN’T HELP FALLING IN LOVE

COME AWAY WITH ME

WHOLE LOTTA LOVE

Rock Star Romance series

YOU REALLY GOT ME

I WANT YOU TO WANT ME

TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT

MORE THAN A FEELING

Wild Love series

MINE FOR NOW

MINE FOR THE WEEK

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Dedication

This book is dedicated to Kristy deBoer….you’ve been there from the beginning, and you always make everything better.

Acknowledgments

Chapter One

I did it!

With her jar in hand, Princess Rosalina Anais Isabella Villeneuve crossed the lawn, breathing in the scents of freshly mown grass and clean, crisp June air. Sunlight glinted off a sleek blue BMW, and her heart clutched with happiness. He’s here. She couldn’t wait to show her fiancé. He’s going to love it.

Climbing the stone steps, she opened the back door of the castle to find the staff eating breakfast at the weathered table. “Something smells delicious.” On the island, she found a platter of buttery eggs, sliced bread, and strawberry jam.

Everyone looked over at her and smiled. “Morning, Miss.”

Chef started to get up, but Rosalina shook her head. Don’t bother. It was her fault she’d missed breakfast. Again. “I’ll eat later. I’d like to catch Marcel before he takes off.” She grabbed a croissant from the basket and bit into it. “Mm. So good.”

“It would’ve been warm and flaky if you’d had it fresh from the oven three hours ago.” Chef got up anyway and filled herself a mug with coffee from the French press, dropping sugar and cream into it.

“But then I wouldn’t have this.” She lifted the tiny glass bottle.

“Oh, you’ve got it, then?” Her father’s valet scraped his chair back on the stone floor and came over. Twisting off the cap, he closed his eyes and inhaled. “Ah. It’s perfect.” He broke out in a big grin. “Spot on.”

“Here.” Rosalina dipped a finger in and smeared a glob onto the back of his age-spotted hand.