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Her safety. Her love. Her prince.
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Thank you for reading Ray and Macey’s story. I hope you loved it!
If you’re ready for more royal suspense and romance, please keep reading for the first three (unedited) chapters of book number two,The Brave Prince and the Teacher. Prince Curtis and Aliya, a hilarious Southern lady, get tangled in a fast-paced, intense, and flirtatious story.
Hugs and thanks for the support,
Cami
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THE BRAVE PRINCE AND THE TEACHER - THREE CHAPTERS
Chapter One
Aliya Dummond inhaled deeply and looked around at the majestic towering peaks covered in emerald green beauty except for at the tip tops where gray rock jutted out, too tall to even grow trees.
“I love you more than Mama’s pecan pie, towering Alp mountains,” she called out, lifting her hands up to heaven, her tone become more reverent, “Thank you Jesus for your beautiful world.”
Jared laughed at her, apparently her love for this beauty and praise for heaven were humorous to him. Not to her. It was genuine and she felt deep gratitude for the good Lord and His creations.
“I take it you’re chuffed you extended your trip?” Jared asked, grinning at her as they walked at a decent clip up the steep mountain path.
“Happier than a preacher on Sunday morning.” She’d flown into Munich two weeks ago, alone, which bothered her parents, sisters, friends, pastor, fellow schoolteachers, her principal and boss, even the school secretaries and janitor. Basically everybody she knew. Even the checker at Ingles’ Market had an opinion about her ‘parking her booty at home like a good Southern girl’.
Nobody thought the ‘innocent teacher from Blue Ridge, Georgia’ could survive in Europe by herself. She’d gone with a reputable tour group and everything had turned out better than she’d envisioned, and she’d had lofty dreams for her European tour. She’d an absolutely incredible time touring cities, countryside, and mountains in Germany, Austria, and Switzerland. She’d become fast friends with Gracie from Phoenix Arizona, also an elementary school teacher so they had a lot in common.
A few days before the tour ended, the two woman had met Jared and Ammon from Bristol England at an outdoor café in Salzburg. They’d run into the men several times in Salzburg and on their day trip to gorgeous Lake Hallstatt.
Jared and Ammon proposed the women join them on the hike they had planned from Austria through Augustine and into Switzerland after their tour ended. A hike the men had each done several times. They promised a bed each night in either a mountain hut or a hotel, no sleeping on the hard ground, and even promised they’d take them to meet Prince Curtis of Augustine, a mate of theirs, and stay the night in his luxurious mountain cabin. They had all the equipment and each of the women had a backpack and good hiking shoes and clothes as lots of walking and some hiking had been part of their tour.
The five-day long hike was exactly what Aliya had dreamed of doing and only gotten a nibble of with the larger, structured, and mostly over fifty, tour group. When Gracie agreed immediately, as much because she had a huge crush on Ammon and his ‘sexy British accent’ as her desire to do the extreme hike, Aliya wasn’t hard to persuade. She’d be safe with a group and two experienced hikers. When was she ever going to get back to Europe and have an experience like this? When she was seventy and her knees couldn’t handle the hiking?
Her parents, and the entire town of Blue Ridge, weren’t happy when they heard she was extending her trip to hike the Alps with ‘unknown foreign fellers’ but what could they say. She was twenty-six and had saved for this trip for a year. Her small town was simply suspicious of anyone they hadn’t known since diapers, even though tourists frequented the town because of its proximity to the Blue Ridge Mountains.
“Where are Ammon and Gracie?” she asked as she and Jared ambled along the trail side by side. They were on day one, only six hours into the hike, and already Ammon and Gracie had fallen behind several times.
Aliya craned her neck but couldn’t see the pair through the thick green trees. She was constantly amazed at the changing scenery of the Alps. Back home the trees were thick as molasses. It was hard to see much of the landscape unless you got to a peak. Here the peaks were insanely high and often the ground would clear and be a rolling, green meadow with a lake, sometimes there would be perfect mountain villages, each with its own quaint church. She was in heaven.
“Just between you and me, I think they stopped to take in the view.” Jared winked, his grayish-blue eyes bright with humor.
“I don’t think either one of them has their eyes open to see any view.”
He chuckled at that. “You’re probably right. Unless it’s the view of ‘Gracie’s blindingly beautiful blue eyes’.”
