Jill Shalvis - A Prince Of A Guy

The first book in the Red Hot Royals series, 2002

Dear Reader,

So how many times did you dream of being a princess? Come on, tell me true. I did. Often. Especially when I was little, but mostly that was because I wanted the tiara. As I grew up, the tiara took a back seat to getting Prince Charming. In A Prince of a Guy, my heroine, a princess in her own right, wants Prince Charming, too, but she wants him to be a normal guy and look at her as if shes a normal woman. She gets a whole lot more than that when love enters the fray!

Im honored to be kicking off RED-HOT ROYALS for Harlequin, and hope you enjoy the entire series, including my 2-in-1 ROYAL DUETS in October!

Happy reading,

Jill Shalvis

P.S. You can write me at www.jillshalvis.com or P.O. Box 3945, Truckee, CA 96160-3945.

IT TOOK Sean OMara a full five minutes to realize he was being taken advantage of, maybe six. His only defense was that hed worked until past midnight and it was barely five in the morning, leaving him bleary-eyed and bewildered.

Yourewhat? he asked again slowly, trying to make sense of the whirlwind that had barged into his house.

Im going to England for two weeks. His sister deposited her four-year-old daughter, Melissa, on the floor of the foyer where Sean stood. The little girl immediately vanished into his kitchen. His sister vanished, too, only to return twice, each time with a huge load from her car.

Not a good sign. England? he asked, getting less groggy by the passing minute.

Yep. She said this as if it was only across the street from his Santa Barbara, California home, instead of across the globe.

I cant tell you how much your help means to me, Sean. She staggered beneath an armful. Melissall be no trouble, I promise, and Ill finish the design job ASAP.

Melissa, no trouble? Ha! That had to be some sort of oxymoron. Exhaustion was quickly replaced by a gnawing sense of urgency to talk his sister out of this. He couldnt be responsible for a child for two long weeks, he just couldnt. He had work, he had a lifeokay, maybe not a life outside of work, but he did have work, plenty of it.

Besides, and most importantly here, he had no idea how to care for a kid.

Oh, and dont forget, Stacy warned. She still needs a little help in the bathroom with the, um, paperwork.

What? Wait a sec. He rubbed his temples. He yawned. He stretched, but he didnt wake up in his own bed, which meant he wasnt dreaming. You cant just leave her here.

Why not? Youre responsible. You know how to cook. Youre kind. Well, mostly. What could go wrong?

Anything! Everything! He struggled for proof and hit the jackpot right in front of him. I cant even keep goldfish, he said earnestly. They die. Look. He pointed to the ten-gallon glass aquarium sitting on a table in the entranceway. Empty. I forget to feed them. So really, that knocks out both the responsible and the kind thing all in one shot.

Stacys smile was indulgent. Youre going to be fine. Oh, and dont forget to put the toilet seat down or shellgo fishing.

But Sean craned his neck to peek into his kitchen. On the floor sat a sweet-looking, innocent-seeming child of four years.

He knew better.

Melissa, no matter how golden-curled, was no innocent. She could create a mess faster than he could blink. In her short lifetime, shed bitten him three times, cut his hair twice-without permission-and peed on his bed only fifteen minutes before a hot date.

The little monster in question, the one who would be no trouble, looked right at him and smiled guilelesslyas she tipped her sipper cup upside down, shaking grape juice all over both her and the clean floor.

The ensuing purple sticky splatters caused her to giggle uproariously.

Fear curled in Seans belly. Ive got work, he said to Stacy, sounding desperate even to his own ears. But children werent his thing. He was an architect. He ran his own business, which meant on a good day he put in fourteen hours minimum.

Not surprisingly, he came from a long line of workaholics. Both his grandfather and father had been attorneys, great ones, but theyd never spent any time with their children, which was one of the reasons Sean didnt have any.

He had no intention of neglecting his children-if he ever had any. Work was everything to him, and so was being the best at what he did.

He could hardly be the best child minder when he had no experience.

News flash, Stacy said. You work too darn hard.

I like my work.

Uh-huh. And we all know it. Her eyes softened with affection. When was the last time you had a day off?

Well He couldnt remember exactly, but thought it had probably been about two years ago when his ex-fiance had nearly destroyed him.

Im doing you a favor, Seany, youll see. Melissa will show you how wonderful life is, or how it could be if youd only slow down for a moment and take a deep breath. As it is now, you wouldnt know how to enjoy life if it bit you on the tush.

It didnt take a rocket scientist to know he was losing this battle. But-

Just try it, Sean. Do a puzzle. Color in a coloring book. Its a terrific stress reliever.

Color in a coloring book? Sean shuddered at the thought, but there was something to his sisters voice beyond the coaxing. Somethingdesperate? Stace? Whats really the matter here?

She ignored the question, put her hands on her hips, blew a tuft of hair from her eyes and surveyed the mountain of gear shed deposited. Portable bed. Sipper cups. Clothes for an assortment of weather and activities. Car seat. Booster chair. Life vest for the beach. Humidifier, just in case.

In case of what? Stacy-

Yep, I think thats everything. Oh, and heres a list of numbers you might need. She handed him a stack of business cards. Doctor, hospital, dentist, insurance company, insurance agent-

Good God. But beyond his panic, hers had taken root, and it stopped him cold. Hey. He took her shoulders and forced her to look at him. Whats going on?

She tried to smile. Ive already told you.

Just work?

Really. Lifting two fingers, she smiled. Scouts honor.

Then theres got to be someone else Melissa could stay with, a friend maybe, or- Even as his words trailed off, he knew the truth. It was all over his sisters face.

She had no one else to ask, no one else to go to.

Their parents had been gone for three years now. His dad of a heart attack, probably from a combination of working eighteen-hour shifts, smoking two packs a day and eating fast food at every turn. His mother had died the same year from pneumonia.

As for friends, Stacy had plenty, just not the responsible kind, as Sean knew all too well, since hed spent the past few years getting her on the straight and narrow path again.

Dammit, he knew she had no one else. Her old friends couldnt be trusted, her new friends were too new. Melissas father was long gone.

She had no one but him.

Stacys eyes were solemn, her smile gone. She was trying so hard to be brave, to get past her tromped on, damaged heart and make it on her own without too much help from her big brother, and what was he doing?

Trying to turn her away.

He couldnt, not after all shed been through. And since he loved her with all his own damaged heart, he sighed. Its okay. He managed a smile. Ill do it.

Really? Her entire face beamed with happiness and a good amount of relief as she flung herself into his arms. I owe you, she whispered, then blew a kiss to her daughter as she took off toward the door. Love you, Melissa! Love you, too, Sean!