Aleatha Romig

"With heart-pounding twists and sensual chemistry, this stand-alone is my favorite Aleatha Romig book yet!" ~ Pam Godwin, NY Times, WSJ, and USA Today bestselling author

They say the price of freedom is learning that you have nothing left to lose.

There was a time when I had it all. Money. Power. Love. And in the blink of an eye, it was gone.

Along the road to my new life, I have a chance meeting with Cecilia Abernathy. Born to greatness, this American princess is out of my league. That doesn’t mean I don’t see her for the woman she is behind the headlines. In a rare glimpse I see not only her outward beauty but her inner determination. I’m moved by her in ways I don’t allow myself to ponder.

Time passes and I’m moving forward, persevering beyond my loss, and making a new name for myself. And then I’m given an assignment.

One job.
One quest.

If I succeed, my kingdom will be at hand.
If I fail, there will be no more chances.

Men like me aren’t saviors, and that isn’t my assignment. My mission is to find the daughter of one of the most powerful men in New York, in the country, and maybe the world. Find her and deliver her to her family’s rival.

Cecilia Abernathy has been kidnapped. All I have to do is exchange her current hell for another. And then I can walk away and claim my reward.

Has my taste of freedom made me willing to sell my soul for a kingdom?

Find out the answer in KINGDOM COME, a dangerous forced-proximity stand-alone romance by New York Times bestselling author Aleatha Romig.

"A Combustible mix of romance, mystery, suspense, and the unpredictable twists and turns that Aleatha Romig is known for. I was hopelessly hooked from the first page." ~ Cynema, 5-star Bookbub review


KINGDOM come

Since I saw the footage of my apartment, I had been debating on what I could and should tell Cecilia. It wasn’t that I didn’t think she could handle the information. It was that contrary to the popular saying, knowledge while powerful was also dangerous. Telling her what I knew could jeopardize her safety. 


I couldn’t pull my gaze from her if I tried. 


This was Cecilia Abernathy unlike the world saw. I didn’t mean that she was spread wide in a degrading way. No, this was all five feet four and a half inches, skin pink from a warm shower, bare feet, cheap shorts, a New Hampshire t-shirt, and her wavy long hair plaited to one side. This was the woman beneath the stories. She was a compact locomotive, strong and full of determination. 


I let my thoughts settle as I tilted my head toward the table. “Sit down.” 


She didn’t hesitate as she pulled out a chair. “You’re scaring me.”


Chapter Twenty-seven