Dancing King by Rayanna James #RoyallyMine

Today we have a Dancing King by Rayanna James, another story in the Royally Mine boxset.

Powerful kings. Dirty-talking princes. Insatiable dukes.

They're ready to rule your heart.

Royally Mine is a sexy collection of bad boy romances featuring HOT royal heroes, brought to you by twenty-two New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling authors. This deliciously naughty bundle of ALL-NEW standalone novellas stars panty-scorching kings, princes, and dukes who are used to being in command. Charge up your e-reader, clear your schedule, and put on your best tiara, because these royal bad boys are ready to conquer your heart while making you blush oh so hard.

Blurb:
I fell in love with a stripper. And then he became a king.

Excerpt:
She wanted to hit me again, probably more than once. I wanted to kiss her until we both forgot everything we needed to forget. I won.

My lips covered hers in a kiss that was deep and punishing. I closed the space between our bodies, and held her wrist tight against the wall with one hand, while grabbing her thick hips with the other. I used the leverage to pull her to me, smirking when my cock throbbed against the crotch of her jeans.

She kissed me back, using her tongue like a seductive enchantress. When she kissed me like that, all I could think of was how gorgeous those lips would be curled around the tip of my cock while I watched her blow me.

She knew what she was doing to me, and she used it to her advantage. Before I knew what was happening, her wrist was free, and she slapped me again. At this point, I couldn’t tell if she was still just that angry, or if she just liked it rough.

I didn’t care. I circled both arms around her waist and lifted her easily, while she shrieked in outrage as I tossed her over one shoulder. Small fists pounded my back as I began the long walk back to my room. Maids, groundskeepers, and security officers stared as we passed, but nobody dared say a damn thing. Apparently, my position in the kingdom had gotten out much faster than I had realized it would.

At this moment, the fact pleased me, though I knew it would annoy me later.

“Mazi! Are you crazy? Put me down right this instant, you self-important, Neanderthal bastard! Who do you think you are? You think just because you’re a prince it gives you the right to treat me like this?”

We reached my room then, and I unlocked the door quickly, still keeping a tight grip across her waist, until the door closed behind me.

I kept walking until I reached the middle of the massive suite and then, and only then, did I let her go, dumping her unceremoniously onto the newly made bed.

I had her right where I wanted her. And right where she belonged. Now, I just had to convince her of that.

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About the Author:

Rayanna is a coffee drinking, wine loving, sushi obsessed, knee sock fanatic who works her passions into every story she writes. She resides in Southern Utah with her husband, 2 kids, mother, grandfather, 2 dogs, and a lizard named Leo.

In her spare time, she enjoys celebrating life with good food, good drinks, and good friends.

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She also writes kinky romance under the pen name Rayanna Jamison.