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    A Secret Royal Christmas
    A Secret Royal Christmas
    A Secret Royal Christmas
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    A Secret Royal Christmas

    By Kathryn Kaleigh

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    This Christmas...

     

    Secret Princess...

     

    Billionaire Pilot...

     

    Secret French Princess Noelle Lafleur successfully established a life for herself in the little town of Whiskey Springs. She stayed to herself and kept her secrets to herself. Then

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKST Publishing Inc.
    Release dateFeb 9, 2023
    ISBN9781647914523
    A Secret Royal Christmas
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    Kathryn Kaleigh

    Writer. Daydreamer. Hopeless romantic. Romance Writer Kathryn Kaleigh's stories span from the past to the present. She writes sweet contemporary romances,  time travel fantasy, and historical romances. From her imaginative meet-cutes to her happily-ever-afters, her writing keeps readers coming back for more. www.kathrynkaleigh.com

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      A Secret Royal Christmas - Kathryn Kaleigh

      PROLOGUE

      The icy cold wind coming off the Canadian bay whipped at her red cashmere scarf, stinging her eyes, and making her ears ache.

      Noelle LaFleur was just a girl on a boat. A girl bundled up in a charcoal gray woolen fur-lined hooded cape, gloves, a scarf around her neck. She looked like any other traveler catching the last ferry out to the mainland before sundown.

      It had been so easy to slip away as everyone scurried around getting ready for the New Year’s Eve festivities scheduled for tonight.

      The New Year’s Eve celebration was one of many things LaFleur Island did in a grand fashion. Second only to their week of Christmas festivities.

      She stood on the top floor of the ferry. The bottom level was for cars. She’d always found that odd because cars were not allowed on LaFleur Island. Only wagons and carriages pulled by horses.

      Nothing motorized. There were two snowmobiles used for emergencies, but they, luckily, were rarely used.

      So she imagined the cars simply riding back and forth across the bay.

      She stared down into the dark swirling water reflecting the last of the muted evening sunlight, the boat pushing its way through a light layer of ice—a harbinger of the winter that was to come.

      In the harshest of winters, the island would be inaccessible except by airplane. That was rare though and there was almost always a ferry at least once a day even in the winter.

      Noelle had not planned to look back. She had only planned to go forward. But as the ice cold wind burned her face, she turned.

      She turned and looked back at the island where she had grown up. A layer of snow covered everything giving it a serene, glistening appearance. The wind tugged her hair loose, whipping it wildly across her face.

      From here, nestled in the bluffs, among the forest of trees—pine, spruce, and fir—she could just catch a glimpse of the stone castle where she had grown up. And a castle it was. Thirteen bedrooms. Nineteen fireplaces. Twenty-three cabins on the island for staff housing.

      At some time in the past, the cabins had belonged to subjects of the island’s king who lived in the castle.

      They still called it Castle LaFleur, a remnant from the days when her ancestors had ruled the island. Her great grandparents had been the king and queen of LaFleur Island.

      That meant that technically, Noelle was a Princess. Technically nothing more than a bloodline and a title, but nonetheless, she had grown up as any modern princess would have. She’d been tutored in every subject imaginable. She could ride a horse, dance a waltz, and work complex math problems. Her only real deficit was social interaction with others her age.

      The island had no industry. Just wealth handed down through the generations. Wealth that naturally dwindled over time. Noelle’s grandfather had been an investor and had reversed the inevitable flow during his lifetime.

      But Noelle’s parents had not lived frugally. They had, in fact, lived extravagantly. Travel. Parties. Yachts. They enjoyed a rich and flashy lifestyle that did not extend so much to their two children.

      But it was so much so that the family was now in danger of losing everything. The castle. Even the island itself.

      Investors circled the island like hawks. The island would make a perfect resort. The castle—their home—would be an exclusive and lovely hotel. The cabins nestled in the trees would make cozy guest cabins.

      Her father, a bold man who made bold decisions that sometimes did not include the sensibilities of others had devised a way to save the island from being bought by investors.

      He would marry his only daughter—Noelle—to the son of a wealthy neighbor. The term neighbor being used loosely, since the neighbor in question lived on an island half a day’s boat ride away.

      Noelle was not clear on just how this would keep the island in the family, but somehow her father had worked it out. Or so he said.

      Her younger brother, Nicholas, was only fifteen-years-old, so fortunately he was not of much use in her father’s machinations.

      Noelle turned her back on the island. Back facing the wind, letting her hair stream behind her. She attempted to adjust her scarf, but quickly returned her hands back to the warmth of the fur-lined pockets.

      She had grown tired, so tired, of pleading with her father to change his mind. She had never even met the neighbor’s son. This was the twenty-first century, for God’s sake.

      So she had packed a valise, withdrawn the maximum funds she had quick access to, and took matters into her own hands.

      Her only regret was leaving behind her brother, Nicholas.

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      NOELLE LAFLEUR

      Dear Nicholas,

      I so look forward to the day when you can join me. It’s beautiful here in Whiskey Springs, but I have no one to talk to. And even if I did, I could never be completely honest. Not with pretending to be someone else.

      — Noelle, written to her younger brother ten months ago, when she first arrived in Whiskey Springs

      Using both hands, I pulled a steel tub of vanilla ice cream out of the deep freezer in the back and closed the door with my shoulder.

      With a little yelp, I practically dropped it onto the counter and rubbed my hands together. I was always forgetting my mittens. You’d think I would learn after grabbing enough frozen tubs with my bare hands.

      Hands burning, I tucked them, a little late, into my warm red frost-proof mittens and picked up the tub again.

      It was time to hire some more help, but it was next to impossible to find someone reliable, making the hiring process an exceptionally unpleasant chore. Even tonight, the college student I’d hired called in, claiming a sore throat. Conveniently and suspiciously on the night of the Christmas Tree Festival going on at the high school gym.

      I didn’t mind working behind the counter. Customers could be trying, but I didn’t have to really talk to anyone. REALLY talk to them. Sure, I talked to customers all day long.

      We talked about them. I knew about high school graduations. Who was dating who. Engagements. Even marital spats.

      But to everyone in town, I was just the girl who ran the ice cream parlor. A lot of customers who didn’t come in very often or weren’t very astute assumed I was merely a server and a cashier. That was okay, too. Actually, it was even better.

      After settling the ice cream bucket in its spot in the chilled display case, I straightened, my elbows on the counter, and studied the customers.

      Just three days before Christmas and business was booming at my little shop, Smedley’s Ice Cream Parlor, in downtown Whiskey Springs, Colorado, just west of Denver.

      Whiskey Springs was a little town nestled up high in the heart of the Rocky Mountains. The town was synonymous with Christmas. Starting the first of November, everything turned festive.

      Twinkling, colorful Christmas lights draped across everything that didn’t move. Garland around every window and door. Piped Christmas music along the sidewalks. Notices sent to businesses reminding us to set our own music to holidays tracks. To put up and decorate our trees. The more decorations the better.

      My shop, with a baker’s dozen of little round tables, had only two empty at the moment. Definitely a good day for the business.

      Some of the tables were painted red with matching chairs. The other half were painted white. The table and chairs were better suited to older children, but adults sat in them all the time, some more easily than others.

      Both of the empty tables were on either side of the door. It was a consistent pattern. One I’d been contemplating different solutions to. Customers tended to sit at the back tables first and fill their way toward the front. Happened every time.

      Could be that there was no solution to it. Maybe it was just a thing. Maybe if I actually knew more about retail than I did, I might know the answers.

      Since this was the night of the Christmas Tree Festival, I should be getting ready to roll my hot chocolate machine cart to the high school gym along with a tub of vanilla ice cream. But not tonight. Tonight business was too good here to leave unattended. Besides, people would find their way here after the tree festival. Instead of me going to them as the previous owner had done, I would let them come to me.

      I watched two grade school age girls sitting with their father. I had to give the father credit. He was looking a bit uncomfortable in the smaller chairs, but he was holding his own.

      They sat next to the Christmas tree I’d decorated on Thanksgiving Day. I’d spent the whole day on it. Did it all by myself. It didn’t look half bad if I had to say so myself.

      It wasn’t exactly a traditional tree. It had mostly clusters of red berries and pinecones and little birds I’d ordered over the Internet perched among the limbs. But the colorful twinkling lights pulled it all together nicely.

      It was the first tree I had ever decorated by myself from start to finish.

      One of the teenage boys came up, ordered a hot chocolate milk shake, and I got to work.

      The milkshakes were easy to make. Most anything was easy when a person had the right machinery.

      And I had the right machinery.

      After the teenager slid his credit card, I handed him his milkshake with two straws and he took it back to his table where his pretty teenage girlfriend waited.

      Their gazes never left each other’s as they used the straws to sip on either side of the drink. It didn’t take more than a few seconds before they decided the hot chocolate was too hot to sip through the straws and, their heads bent together in laughter, they moved to spoons.

      I wiped my hands on a towel and looked around the little shop.

      Nothing out of the ordinary.

      Except that it was.

      Someone had slipped inside, without me noticing, and was sitting at the table on the right just inside the

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