His Princess
By Stacy Gail
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"Got a name, my princess?"
When Joelle Fielding attends a function for Chicago's society elites, she's stunned to find herself swept off her feet by a man who believes that not only is she a princess, but that she's HIS princess. Falling in love at first sight isn't a part of her career-oriented life goals, but with the sexy Gus Bloch insisting she's meant for him, those life goals might be changing.
By fourteen, Gus had been on his own on the Southside's mean streets. When life had been at its bleakest, he'd dreamed of his future and the kind of woman he would someday share his life with. One look at Joelle, and he knows he's finally found her. Nothing will stop him from convincing her that he's the man for her—not even Joelle herself.
Joelle has never wanted anyone like she wants Gus, but all too soon insta-love and the demands of reality find themselves on a collision course. Is Gus really the man for her when he's forced to see she's no one's princess?
38,000 words
***This novella is a standalone prequel to the novel, HOUSE OF PAYNE: LOKI. Because of that, this novella has only a small epilogue (sorry!). There are no love triangles, no cheating, and no cliffhangers. HEA guaranteed. Due to adult language and sexual content, this novella is not intended for people under the age of eighteen.***
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His Princess - Stacy Gail
HIS PRINCESS
A Novella
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Stacy Gail
HIS PRINCESS
Got a name, my princess?
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When Joelle Fielding attends a function for Chicago’s society elites, she’s stunned to find herself swept off her feet by a man who believes that not only is she a princess, but that she’s HIS princess. Falling in love at first sight isn’t a part of her career-oriented life goals, but with the sexy Gus Bloch insisting she’s meant for him, those life goals might be changing.
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By fourteen, Gus had been on his own on the Southside’s mean streets. When life had been at its bleakest, he’d dreamed of his future and the kind of woman he would someday share his life with. One look at Joelle, and he knows he’s finally found her. Nothing will stop him from convincing her that he’s the man for her—not even Joelle herself.
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Joelle has never wanted anyone like she wants Gus, but all too soon insta-love and the demands of reality find themselves on a collision course. Is Gus really the man for her when he’s forced to see she’s no one’s princess?
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38,000 words
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***This novella is a standalone prequel to the novel, HOUSE OF PAYNE: LOKI. Because of that, this novella has only a small epilogue (sorry!). There are no love triangles, no cheating, and no cliffhangers. HEA guaranteed. Due to adult language and sexual content, this novella is not intended for people under the age of eighteen.***
Discover Other Titles by Stacy Gail:
Bitterthorn, Texas Series (Carina Press):
Ugly Ducklings Finish First
Starting from Scratch (novella)
One Hot Second
Where There’s A Will
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Earth Angels Series (Carina Press):
Nobody’s Angel
Savage Angel
Wounded Angel
Dangerous Angel
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House Of Payne Series:
House of Payne: Payne
House of Payne: Scout
House of Payne: Twist
House of Payne: Rude
House of Payne: Steele
House of Payne: Max
House of Payne: Tag
House of Payne: Ice
House of Payne: Styx
House of Payne: Loki
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Scorpio Duology:
Year of the Scorpio: Part One
Year of the Scorpio: Part Two
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Brody Brothers Series (Carina Press):
Branded
Braced
Bruised (Indie published)
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Novellas:
Crime Wave in a Corset (Part of the steampunk holiday anthology, A Clockwork Christmas)
How the Glitch Saved Christmas (Part of the Sci-Fi holiday anthology, A Galactic Holiday)
His Princess (A House of Payne Novella)
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All rights reserved. In accordance with the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading and electronic sharing of any part of this book without the permission of the publisher is unlawful piracy and theft of the author’s intellectual property. Thank you for your support of the author’s rights.
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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. Characters and names of real persons who appear in the book are used fictitiously.
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Copyright ©2020 Stacy Gail
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Cover image ©2020 by conrado. Shutterstock photo ID: 644396983
Dedication
This novella would never have been written without all the fans of LOKI asking for Gus and Joelle’s story. This one’s for you!
CONTENTS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Epilogue
Note from the Author
About the Author
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Chapter One
Now remember the plan,
Joelle muttered to Alice as they ascended the gilt-accented staircase leading to the Omni’s main ballroom. You go in first, ostensibly to find our table. But in reality you’re there as my eyes and ears, scoping the joint for my target. Any questions so far?
"Jo, this isn’t The Italian Job. Alice Halliday, her foster sister and lifelong bestie, looked surly as she tottered on the high heels Joelle had talked her into along with a Givenchy beaded evening dress as black as her ebony hair. Her dark mysteriousness was the perfect foil for Joelle’s Elie Saab floor-length backless gold sheath that played up her tanned skin and platinum blonde hair done up in a Grace Kelly-esque chignon.
You know what this is? It’s you wanting to prance your fancy ass in front of Emerson what’s-his-name to show him what he dumped."
Grrr. Emerson Van Holland, and for the record, Al, it was a mutual dumping.
That’s not how I remember it.
It was definitely a mutual dumping,
Joelle insisted, keeping her polished social smile in place while her voice dropped into a snarl. I decided to dump Emerson when he dumped me after finding out that as the Fielding heiress, I actually inherited nothing but the name.
Uh-huh.
Looking less than impressed with her reasoning, Alice fidgeted with the strap of her dress as they neared the top of the stairs. As they did, they could see the flashbulb of a camera going off. I’m just glad he showed himself to be a shallow social-climber early on. When he found out you were just a working stiff for Buzzword Online rather than a socialite sitting on stacks of cash, he couldn’t find the exit fast enough. Just consider yourself lucky that you wasted only a month on that dick and move on.
After tonight, I’ll be happy to move on. I just want him to get a good, long look at the goddess he kicked to the curb. Then I’ll watch, smiling, as regret crushes his soul so completely it brings him to his knees. Once I see that I’ve crippled him emotionally for the rest of his existence, we can leave.
Great. A nice, healthy goal is always good to have.
Do you have your phone?
She thought she heard Alice curse. Yes, Jo. I have my freaking phone.
A stab of guilt made her steps falter. Maybe I shouldn’t have dragged you in on this, Al. I guess it seems pretty stupid, from your point of view.
It’s stupid from any point of view,
came the drawling reply before she sighed. But I get it. And hey, if you’d tried to pull this caper off without me, I never would’ve forgiven you, so go ahead. Tell me about the master plan.
You’re the best partner in crime ever.
Giving her foster sister’s hand a squeeze, she refocused on the mission. Okay. You go into the ballroom first, ostensibly to find our table. But in reality you’re scoping the room to find Emerson Van Holland—
He’s always going to be what’s-his-name to me.
Then,
Joelle went on determinedly, pausing at the top of the stairs to watch a man with a camera take pictures of well-heeled couples before they entered the ballroom, you’re going to call me to let me know where he is and who he’s with.
This isn’t the crowd I normally run with,
Alice pointed out, casting a dubious eye at the line waiting to get inside. I’m the daughter of your family’s chauffeur and a community college student. How am I supposed to tell you what fancy armpiece Emerson what’s-his-name is with unless it’s that evil chick from that private hell of a high school your parents sent me to?
Francesca Osterhaus?
There were many, but she was the worst. Which means she’s probably the only one I would recognize.
I believe in you, so just try your best,
Joelle whispered as they neared the line of people. It probably won’t take you that long to find Emerson. Just look for a knot of VIPs, and I’m sure he’ll be buzzing around it.
Gotcha.
Alice eyed the ballroom’s entrance like it was the gates of hell. What excuse have you come up with to keep you out here while I go into a ballroom full of people I don’t know, who are attending a charity fundraiser for a museum I’ve never been to?
I’ll be staying out here because I plan to be hung up in a conversation with someone while you go inside and do that whole recon thing.
Maybe it would be easier if I just took a pic of whoever what’s-his-name is with. I think I can be sneaky about it.
Oh, that’s an awesome idea.
Joelle gave her a quick thumbs-up. In fact, take a pic of everyone at his table, if you can. Everyone he does business with should know what a snake Emerson is, and since I know just about everyone in this crowd, poisoning the well for that jerk shouldn’t be too difficult.
Yikes. Remind me to never get you pissed off at me.
With a reluctant chuckle, Alice fished out her phone and fundraiser ticket from the clutch purse Joelle had supplied her with. Man, I can’t believe I’m about to make a total ass out of myself. You so freaking owe me, Jo. If I didn’t love you so much...
Love you, too, Al. You’re the best.
Giving her foster sister a squeeze—and smiling when Alice returned it wholeheartedly—Joelle took a moment to watch her go inside before turning to find someone she could make small talk with until Alice called her.
Without warning, her gaze tangled with a man at the head of the stairs.
A shock went through her at the intensity of the stranger’s unblinking stare, and automatically she glanced behind her to see if he was actually staring at someone else. But as she was standing off to the side of the ballroom entrance, there was no one there.
The stranger was staring at her.
His flawless white dinner jacket and white shirt—silk, she could see the quality of it from where she stood—had to be tailor-made. They simply didn’t come in that size off-the-rack. His shoulders would have impressed Thor himself, along with a chest she could have played racquetball on. His legs were muscle-sculpted as well, and so long they easily prevented his powerful build from falling into the stocky range. Instead, he was the epitome of elegance, from the top of his wavy dark brown hair to the tips of his polished Armani dress shoes.
But why was he staring at her? She knew a lot of people here, but she was sure she hadn’t run across this man before.
She would have remembered.
Even if she had amnesia.
There you are.
To her absolute shock, the man came right up to her, took her left hand in his, studied it a moment, then raised it to his mouth for an honest-to-God knuckle-kiss. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.
Uh.
Her polished manners deserted her. All she could do was stare up into this man’s fathomless dark eyes that held just a hint of russet and wonder which one of them had lost their mind. I’m sorry, but I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else.
No, I haven’t. Got a name, my princess?
Ew. Princess. That snapped her out of it like nothing else. Joelle Fielding, and scrappy Chicagoan that I am, I’m not big on monarchies.
Fine by me. Augustus Bloch, though you can call me Gus.
He still held her hand, and his fingers were so warm she couldn’t seem to make herself pull away. You’re not married, are you, Joelle Fielding? There’s no ring on this finger yet, or even an indentation of one. No man’s tagged you as his yet, have they?
Wow. I... What an extraordinary thing to say.
I’m an extraordinary kind of guy. Answer me.
No,
she said before thinking about it, then inwardly shook her head at how blindly she followed this stranger’s command. No, I’m not married, nor have I ever been. But I don’t see how that’s any of your business, Mr. Bloch.
Gus. And you’re Joelle. Not Jo,
he added, tilting his head as if wanting to see her from another perspective. Jo is a commoner. Joelle is the name of a true princess.
The princess thing again. Actually, my foster sister calls me Jo, and I call her Al. That’s about as common as you can get.
His winged brows, peaked in an alluringly diabolical fashion, quirked up. You were a foster kid?
No, Alice was. My family took her in when she was orphaned.
Then she bit her lip when she realized she was babbling. That had to stop. Not that any of that matters. I still think you might have me confused with someone else, so I’d better—
I’m not the kind of man who gets confused, Joelle.
His fingers tightened on hers, as if anticipating her pulling away. That woman I saw you hug. Was that your foster sister, or maybe a lover?
Good grief. That was Alice, and again, whether or not I have a lover is none of your business.
It is now.
A slow smile curled his mouth, and to her surprise she found she couldn’t look away from the two perfect dimples that appeared in his lean, clean-shaven cheeks. Had there ever been a more perfectly symmetrical face, with sculpted cheekbones, squared-off jaw and, heaven above, dimples? The more she saw of him, the more she realized that perfection could exist. The moment I saw you, everything about you became my business.
Oh, really?
Wildly her heart bounced around in her chest like one of those bouncy balls she’d loved as a child. How do you figure that?
It’s pretty simple.
He shifted a shoulder, like freaking Atlas shrugging. "I saw you standing there, and something inside me clicked into place. I’m not fighting that, and