Once Upon A Diamond: Prince Uncharming, #1

By Payton Lane

When a handsome man walks into Yvonne Smith's jewelry store, she only meant to lighten his somber mood by telling him a silly story. How could she have known Gregory Wood's smile could melt a woman's heart? Unfortunately it's not just his face that's irresistible.
All Greg wants is to sell off the engagement ring from a broken relationship. He's not looking for always and forever anymore, but Yvonne's unassuming charm is addictive. Greg can't seem to get enough.
Just like 1001 Nights, that first story turns into many more and a lot nights spent confessing secret desires. It's foolhardy to believe he could love her so soon after a heartbreak, but as the weeks pass Yvonne starts to suspect Greg might be The One. He still wants nothing to do with love.
Her choice becomes clear: ignore her heart or protect it?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Payton Lane
• Release date: Mar 2, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386248576

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ONCE UPON A DIAMOND by PAYTON LANE

Copyright 2016

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When a handsome man walks into Yvonne Smith's jewelry store, she only meant to lighten his somber mood by telling him a silly story. How could she have known Gregory Wood's smile could melt a woman's heart? Unfortunately it's not just his face that's irresistible.

All Greg wants is to sell off the engagement ring from a broken relationship. He's not looking for always and forever anymore, but Yvonne's unassuming charm is addictive. Greg can't seem to get enough.

Just like 1001 Nights, that first story turns into many more and a lot nights spent confessing secret desires. It's foolhardy to believe he could love her so soon after a heartbreak, but as the weeks pass Yvonne starts to suspect Greg might be The One. He still wants nothing to do with love.

Her choice becomes clear: ignore her heart or protect it?

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CHAPTER ONE

Gregory Woods glared up at the jewelry store's sign. The name Glitter was showcased in a pink cotton candy shade, and he'd bet money that at night the sign sparkled. What kind of crappy name was that for a jewelry store? Should have known better than to trust his I'm-going-to-die-a-bachelor cousin.

But Greg's should-have-known-better list was getting about a mile long and it was slowly turning him into a dick.

He tried to stuff the irritation down. Really he did, but...He shifted his hard stare to Drew. What the hell is this place?

His cousin threw his hands up in surrender at the sharp tone. You've bitched and moaned about the engagement ring for almost a year. So instead of having to listen to you rant one more damn time, I found a solution. He stuffed his hands in his jean's pockets and shrugged. Sell it. Rip off the Band-Aid and move the hell on.

Selling the ring punctuated the end of his failed engagement. If he walked through those doors, he would have to accept he got down on one knee, had asked the supposed love of his life to marry him, she had said yes and then months later, as the actual wedding had approached, changed her mind.

Maybe if he was the kind of guy to say screw her and her future children's children this would be easier, but he wasn't. Most days. He also didn't want her back. That train had left the station. He...just wanted his world to make sense again.

Since that wouldn't happen anytime soon, Greg glowered at the store's windows in hopes he'd find another obvious reason to not walk through those doors. The displays were made from what looked like everyday items—old bookshelves, shadowboxes and high heels outfitted to hold rings. Someone had put serious thought into creating a welcoming but elegant appearance. The owner had put their best foot forward and pushed him into a corner he could only punch his way out of.

They probably won't have the money to buy it, Greg muttered, falling back on his background as a financial analyst. Numbers were much easier to rely on and understand than people.

From the way Drew rocked on his heels without replying, numbers were also a crappy excuse to hide behind. Finally his cousin said, Right now you're making zero money on your investment. You don't have the woman and you can't or...won't sell the ring.

He scowled at the cotton candy pink sign. Greg had never thought he'd be standing here. Suck it up. You're starting to sound like a wuss in your own damn mind. We'll have drinking money after this. 'Cause I'm going to need a drink after this.

The golden boy of the family wants to get trashed. I approve. And McNally's happy hour is all day today. His cousin patted him on the back and then pushed him closer to the entrance. Until then I'm heading down to the cell phone store. Text me when you're done.

That announcement transformed Greg's scowl into a frown of confusion. What?

It's a Saturday afternoon. Too many people I know could see me in there. Nope.

He should have known. You bastard, Greg said but couldn't stop the laugh.

Drew grinned and it was hard to hate him. There are some journeys a man has to take alone. One of them is going into a jewelry store that looks this girly. Someone could see me and I don't want to give anyone any ideas.

You're buying your own damn booze at McNally's.

Aren't you grouchy? Can't even be mad about that though. See you in a bit.

Shaking his head, Greg entered the store. He'd expected a saccharine fragrance to greet him but there was a crisp, clean scent he couldn't quite place. The outside display had only hinted at the creative way the owner laid out her—yes only a woman would have this kind of decoration—merchandise.

Although he'd rather get his prostate examined without lube than to do this, he had to respect the passion shown in every nook and cranny. Her place was eclectic and kind of nice.

And empty.

He strolled to the counter and glanced up at the chandelier. Yup. Her sign would sparkle at night. With a scowl furrowing his brows, he hit the service bell. While he waited, he pulled the ring box out of his jean's pocket and slapped it on the smooth, cool surface.

No need to look at it and have regrets and doubts about the decisions in his life, the women he chose to love. He could do that without opening Pandora's box. Hell, his cousin had practically dragged him here. He had been bitching for a long while. If Greg kept that up, he'd probably turn into one of those bitter men who thought all women were lying whores. He hated those guys.

If not for the woman who waltzed out of a back room, Greg would have let his mind drift down that dark and ugly road.

But how could he? The woman had a poise that made him think she must have been a dancer in a previous life. She