Making the Royal Baby, Part One: The Conception: Making the Royal Baby, #1

By Gwendolyn Bridges

Anna met her dream man, who just so happens to be the prince and future King! But after the magic of their royal wedding fades, she’s finding it hard to wear the crown and deal with the tabloid media who are vicious in their desire to see Anna give birth to the heir to throne. When the prince learns of Anna’s frustrations, he hatches a plan to breed with his princess—as many times as it takes!

This 9,600 word story includes sexy and sweet romance between newlyweds, who are bound and determined to get pregnant — no matter how many times it takes!

EXCERPT

I was lost in the moment. The feeling of his hands on my body, his lips against mine, all that heat we shared. I had missed all of him so much.

But I snapped back to reality when I felt his fingers working the tie on the back of my bikini top, pulling it loose, right there, outside, on the cottage’s sun deck.

I pulled my lips away from his and gasped.

“What are you doing?” I asked. “We can’t… not here.”

I put a hand against my chest, holding my top in place.

Robert smiled a devilish smile. “Why not here?” he shrugged. “I’ve made a pretty good plan.”

“What?” I asked, as he resumed running his hand over my body.

“We’re all alone. I arranged it all. The staff have all gone. The security have been instructed not to approach the grounds. There is no one else in our world right now except for us, my darling wife.”

He pulled at the front of my bikini. I let him go without resistance. He tossed the garment to the side, and took in my heaving breasts.

“See?” he said. “Freedom.”

Standing out there in the sunlight, half-naked, was strange and exciting. I’d never done anything so daring. But I fancied it. I had to admit, I fancied it a lot.

“And the rest of your plan?” I asked, nestling my naked breasts against his chest as he wrapped me in his arms again.

He laughed. “Well,” he said. “We’re going to get you pregnant.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gwendolyn Bridges
• Release date: Jul 2, 2014
• ISBN: 9781501419997

Gwendolyn Bridges

Gwendolyn Bridges is a teller of erotic tales. You can call her Gwen, because all her closest friends do. Gwen specializes in erotic romance stories that feature headstrong women, often of the curvy variety, and mysterious, dominant alpha males. It’s a combination she enjoys — and she hopes her readers do too! Gwen lives in Toronto, Ontario. By day, she’s a journalist covering all kinds of mundane topics. By night, she writes more exciting stories. At times in between, she’s into hanging out with her cats, cycling, a good pint of beer and, of course, being tied up and spanked. But don’t tell anyone else about that. Gwen loves to hear from readers of her erotic stories. Get in touch with her at [e-mail] or on twitter at @gwen_bridges.

Book preview

I had always wondered what kind of man I might marry. I knew I wanted him to be kind-hearted, generous, strong and sweet. I knew I wanted him to treat me like an equal, but still take care of me when I needed him. I knew I wanted him to respect me and all that I desired in life.

Luckily, I found all of that. It just happened to be that I found it with a prince.

No one could have expected that he would be the one. I remember watching him on TV when I was just a young girl, only a few years younger than he was. Back then, he was the little boy set to inherit an empire—who would one day become King Robert. We were worlds apart, him and I. His life was all castles and motorcades and paparazzi, while mine was filled with quiet walks to school, jungle gyms and candies from the corner store.

We followed such different paths, but somehow we still found each other.

I can still recall the day we met. Struggling home from the university library, far too many books in my bag, the skies had opened up with driving rain. I rounded a corner to my dormitory when—whack!—I collided with a tall, light-haired boy. I fell down to the concrete hard, skinning my knee and letting my bag fall aside. My research texts ended up scattered across the wet grass.

Watch where you’re going! I screamed, tears in my eyes, the stress of my schooling getting the best of me.

I’m so sorry, miss, he said. Clumsy.

He picked up all my books and filed them back into my bag. I sniffled and grasped my knee, feeling like a perfect fool.

No, I said. No no. It’s me. My life is chaos.

He reached over to me with an outstretched hand, his oxford shirt drenched with rain and clinging to his body. The downpour was getting worse.

It’s okay, he said, letting his voice rise over the sound of the rain.

He pulled me to my feet and I rose, too close to him. Even drenched, I noticed how handsome he was. Our eyes locked together briefly and I lost all track of time.

I, um, need to go, I said finally. I’m getting soaked out here.

You’re not the only one, he laughed, looking up at the rain. Where are you headed?

Home, I said, dumbly. I mean, um, McConnor Hall. My dorm. I have to study.

He took hold of my bag and slung it over his shoulder.

Okay, I’ll walk with you.

I started to refuse, only to be interrupted with a flash of lightning and a low rumble of thunder.

Ah, he said. Correction—I’ll run with you.

He made me feel at ease almost instantly. I had never really dated before, all wrapped up in my studies through most of high school and into my university years. I was a bit of a nerd, to be honest—I guess I still am—in that I much preferred to spend my Friday nights curled up on the couch with a little wine and a pile of novels. I never saw much