Storming the Castle (Fairy Tales, Book 1.5)
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"An exclusive eBook original novella with bonus excerpts from *A Kiss At Midnight* and the forthcoming *When Beauty Tamed the Beast* from *New York Times* bestselling author Eloisa James. Featuring the handsome and mysterious Wick from *A Kiss At Midnight*.
What Miss Phillipa Damson needs is a good, old fashioned knight in shining armor. What she has is a fiancé she never wanted and a compelling urge to run away. But if she manages to escape, will she find her happily ever after?
“I’ll just take him to my sitting room and feed him.” She left, and Philippa drew in a long breath and reached up to check her hair. She’d pinned it on the back of her head, but it felt as if it might all tumble down her back any moment. Just then the door opened, and Mr. Berwick entered. “William left me here,” she said, feeling foolishly out of place. “Where’s Jonas?” “The princess took him to her sitting room in order to feed him. She’ll bring him back in a moment, then I’ll go straight
inspection from head to toe—“who’s no lightweight onto a horse while wearing armor?” “My prince,” she said loftily, “would have had no problem with the feat. He considered me as light as a feather.” She gave him a look akin to the one he had given her. “That was thanks to his physique, you understand.” Wick burst out laughing and then stopped suddenly when Jonas fluttered his eyelashes. “You have no romance in your soul,” Philippa said. She leaned back against the sofa and sighed. “It was only
state. I want to offer my heartfelt thanks to my personal village: my editor, Carrie Feron; my agent, Kim Witherspoon; my website designers, Wax Creative; and last, but not least, my personal team: Kim Castillo, Franzeca Drouin, and Anne Connell. I am so grateful to each of you! Prologue Once upon a time, not so very long ago . . . This story begins with a carriage that was never a pumpkin, though it fled at midnight; a godmother who lost track of her charge, though she had no magic wand; and
learn choral music. Not that it was her business. “The doctors will take a look at you tomorrow morning,” she told Victoria, “and then you’ll be off to see the prince. Rather like the cat looking at the queen.” “She can’t go like that!” Mariana snapped. It was the first time that Kate had ever heard that edge of disgust applied to her daughter. Victoria turned her head and looked at her mother, but said nothing. “Of course she can,” Kate stated. “This sounds like a fool’s game to me. No one
her. Which was ridiculous. Absurd. He was a majordomo, for goodness’ sake. A butler. Her mother would turn in her grave at the very idea that she was noticing a butler’s profile, let alone his voice. True, he was the most handsome butler she’d ever seen. He didn’t bundle his hair into a little bag the way their family butler, Quirbles, did. Instead, it was pulled back from his face in a way that emphasized his brow. His eyebrows formed peaks over his eyes. And those eyes . . . they were