The Ice Prince

By Nikita Black

Writing as Nikita Black, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Nina Bruhns is pleased to present a short, super sexy contemporary novella for your reading pleasure.

Paris is not the sexy, romantic adventure Maddie Parker hoped for...until the dreamily handsome royal Prince Frands Henrik of Denmark, whom she meets at her quirky hotel's ice machine, sweeps her off her feet and into a sensual world of frozen delights straight out of her fantasies.

Frands is called the Ice Prince for more reason than designing Arctic ships. He likes his sex red-hot...but with a chilly twist. And he will use all his princely charm and privilege to tempt Maddie to his castle, and initiate her into the erotic secrets of his hidden icy lair.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cajun Hot Press
• Release date: Aug 30, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386103448

Nikita Black

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author NINA BRUHNS aka NIKITA BLACK achieved international bestsellerdom writing for Berkley, Harlequin, and Silhouette, and as an indie author with Cajun Hot Press. Nina has earned numerous awards for her thirty-plus books to date, including three Daphne du Maurier Awards for Best Overall Mystery-Suspense Book of the Year, three Rita nominations, four RT Bookclub Reviewers Choice Awards, a National Readers Choice Award, five Dorothy Parker Awards of Excellence, and two Golden Hearts.

Book preview

Chapter 1

Boutique Hotel Mon Plaisir

Montmartre, Paris

Madeleine Parker carefully lifted the lid of the ancient trunk tucked in the corner of her tiny hotel room.

Inside was just one object. A book, with the word Diary on the cover in fancy print. Not an old book. In fact, it looked fairly new. Interesting...

Curious, she picked it up, opened to a random page, and began to read.

For one night, can I give myself permission to become whomever I want, and do whatever I wish? What will it be like to choose a man and let him pay to explore my body? To let him demand licentious acts of me? To submit to his every sexual whim? I am torn between the powerful temptation of the fantasy and the terror of the reality of what I am about to do. I feel exposed. Vulnerable. Naked. But tonight I have no choice. I take a deep breath and open the door...

Good lord. What kind of a diary was this? Maddie flipped back to the frontispiece. There, someone had penned the title in bold letters, followed by a short paragraph of explanation.

The Diary

All women have fantasies. Most women hide them. But not here. Read the stories. Be aroused. Be inspired. Do not be afraid. In these pages you may safely confess your deepest, darkest, most forbidden fantasy. Sing it out into the universe. You may be surprised how the melody echoes back into your life...

Wow. Okay. That was...unexpected.

Maddie felt a stirring of interest in her body. It had been a long time since she’d taken a lover. Too long. She’d been so damned busy at work. And she hadn’t really met anyone who’d turned her on enough to pursue.

Something she hoped to remedy on this trip to Paris. She’d just finished up a big design assignment with flying colors, and her boss had given her this plum of a buying trip as a reward. A whole week in Paris to explore the auction houses, antique shops, and flea markets, with the rest of the time free to do as she wished.

What she wished was to get laid.

She grabbed the complimentary bottle of champagne the proprietress had left in her room, a crystal flute, and the diary, then went out on the balcony to read and be inspired.

And maybe to write down her own secret fantasy...

Chapter 2

Three hours later, the bottle of champagne was empty and Maddie had finished reading the diary. She sat on the balcony staring down at the book in awe, hornier than she’d ever been in her life. It was clear all the writers had been women. And they’d had very vivid imaginations. The fantasies poured out in the diary had often skirted the edges of politically correctness, and many had gone right over the line. They had all been incredibly powerful. And extremely arousing.

Her own fantasy paled by comparison. She was almost embarrassed to write it down. But all that champagne, and being so insanely turned on, lowered her inhibitions to the point that, well, she didn’t give a damn how silly her fantasy was. It was hers, and she’d held it close most of her life.

So, she picked up the pen and began to write.

I am flushed with anticipation. I am about to meet him. The prince. He is tall and handsome, and he is looking right at me. I am instantly wet. I curtsey as my body burns. Take off your clothes, the prince orders me. My flush turns to embarrassment. Now, he commands. I obey, hesitantly, unzipping and dropping my gown to the floor. I am naked under it. I shiver. Sit, he orders. The only furniture in the room is a bed. I sit on the edge of the mattress and he approaches. He studies my body. Heat creeps over my breasts and my nipples harden. My clit is pulsing with need. From his jacket the prince withdraws a glass slipper. He glances at my feet, then looks up and smiles wickedly. He tosses the slipper aside and it shatters on the marble floor. Fuck that, he says. Let’s see if this fits, instead. And he pulls out his cock.

Chapter 3

A week later

"Ice. I need ice."

It was Maddie’s last night in Paris and she’d be damned if she’d drink warm champagne. Even if she was all alone in this cramped attic garret that was laughingly billed as a quaint boutique hotel room. And even if all her dreams of a Paris-in-the-springtime affair had failed dismally.

There wasn’t a man in sight. There hadn’t been all week. Well, none that she would have considered, anyway. And she hadn’t even been that picky. But the good ones had all been married or gay, and the single ones had all been...unappealing in so many ways.

Oh, whatever.

Don’t be such a whiner, she muttered aloud.

The buying trip had gone well, she’d picked up some amazing things for the shop, and on top of it she’d had a wonderful week seeing Paris, touring the sights, and eating amazing food. Tonight, the champagne was delicious—or it would be once she got ice to chill the bottle again—and thanks to her tiny attic room, the view from the balcony was still truly spectacular. Seriously. How many people would kill to be her right now? Lots. That’s how many. Tons of people.

She’d just started to lift the champagne bottle out of the watery ice bucket when her attention was wrested by an image on the TV inside the room. It was a late-night rebroadcast of the evening news, and they were showing a regal, formal photo of a man. He looked about her own age and was...simply gorgeous. Not in a handsome, vapid,