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

Cecilia’s hand came to my back as she came close behind me, acting as if I were some kind of shield—a protector—something and someone I wasn’t. I spun to face her in the darkness. Her doe-eyed stare met mine as she froze in place. 


Cecilia Abernathy represented everything that had been stripped away from me. There was a time in my life when I would have deserved to be in her presence. That was before. 


She had the qualities of a princess, whether she wanted the term or not—a princess kept in a gilded cage and spared the ugly truths of life. 


According to the tabloids, the silver spoon wasn’t in her mouth but up her nose; however, so far, I’d yet to see evidence of drug use. Of course, I hadn’t seen much of her with the tan trench coat. That didn’t mean I didn’t notice the bruises on her ankles or on her wrists when the sleeves of the coat moved. I just refused to think about them. 


Chapter Seventeen