One blue dragon, a challenge and a one week deadline are enough to make an anxious prince sweep sexy women off their feet or he might lose everything...

Scott is a prince who is used to having everything and getting everything that he wants, until his fairy godmother arrives with a challenge of a lifetime. He has one week to find the woman who he is destined to be with, otherwise he will lose his crown and everything that he has ever taken for granted.

Justine is his trusted friend and confidant, and quite frankly is sick of it! She wants Scott to see her for oh so much more than that. But will Scott realise before it’s too late just what kind of magic could sizzle between them?

Excerpt

"I suppose I should introduce myself," the doctor said. "Doctor Taylor." Then she gave the most blatant wink Scott had ever received. A come-on if he knew women.

"What's going on?" He reached for his trousers but Nurse Justia hurried around the bed, seized them from his hand and threw them on a nearby chair.

"You definitely won't be needing those."

Scott's heart rate accelerated into the danger zone as she bent over, giving him a fine view of her uniform riding up to reveal a peach-shaped ass and no panties whatsoever. Her skin was absolutely flawless. His penis began to come to life. Wrong time, wrong place. 'Doctor' Taylor addressed him. "You might be in need of a little hospital comfort. We've got just the right tests to help you feel much better."

"I bet." Scott folded his arms across his chest and waited.

The nurse stepped forward, stroked his cheek. "You can make this hard or easy on yourself." Her green eyes, flecked with gold twinkled.

Scott knew then he'd been set up. She definitely didn't have a blue dragon tattoo on her ass but the 'doctor' might. He grinned. "Okay ladies. What's your game?"

The doctor tapped her chart. "Unzip your uniform, Nurse Justia." Her words were brusque, an order not to be disobeyed.

Scott knew a bit of harmless fun when he saw it. He nodded. As if he had a choice in this game, whatever it was. Scott figured the two women were a consolation prize. Of sorts.

Nurse Justia repressed a grin. It wouldn't do to show Scott that she was enjoying herself-and getting really turned on in the process. Very slowly, she inched the zipper at the front of her uniform down between her breasts. The 'doctor' was her alter ego directing the drama for the prince's sake, and to make for a more pleasurable experience for Justine.

"Go right up to the prince and let him finish unzipping you," the doctor ordered.

Without smiling, but tremendously enjoying herself, and also the befuddled expression on Scott's charming face, she strolled up to him and met his eyes. He had no reason to know who she really was since she had shifted appearances. Blonde page-boy cut hair, green eyes the colour of a Caribbean paradise, and a slightly taller frame than her own.

The prince didn't hesitate. His cheeks were flushed red and she could see that the bed sheet did nothing to hide his hard cock. Good, then he was aroused and enjoying himself too.

His fingers traced the swell of her breasts before he grasped the tab and pulled it down. The zipper made a tiny rasping sound. The uniform could no longer contain her breasts and the soft flesh spilled out before the tab reached as far as it would go at the base of her stomach. Cool air fanned the already hard nipples into dusky rosebuds.

"What are you doing to me?" Scott whispered even as he thumbed each nipple, sending shivers and tingles of awareness up and down Justine's spine. The horny nurse was going to get what he wouldn't give her as plain Justine Brown.

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