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

I wouldn’t. I would have my say. However, as Mom and Annie came through the door, I knew it wouldn’t be at this moment. 


“Here, Miss Abernathy,” Annie said as she set a tray down in front of my chair. 


“Please sit,” Mom added. “I know you said you weren’t hungry, but I’ve been so worried about your diet.”


“Diet? As in you believe I need to lose weight?”


“No, you’re beautiful. I meant diet as in being concerned if you were getting enough to eat. Your father and uncle said that you were.”


I had bruises up and down my arms and legs and my mother was worried about my nutritional intake. I shook my head as I looked down at the tray. A fresh salad with a large scoop of chicken salad and a buttery roll waited for me with a glass of iced tea. Call me crazy, but I’d prefer grilled cheese and tomato soup or a breakfast bar in an isolated small cabin.


My mind went to the meals before Greyson.


Chapter Thirty-seven