Heir to the Throne

By Jazmine Bryant

When Tamyra takes a second job as a waitress she hopes to make a little extra cash in tips, not to meet a white guy. But that’s exactly what happens when she serves a very wealthy looking stranger.

One night together goes too far, but when Tamyra wakes up alone, she realizes what a mistake she’s made. It only gets worse when she discovers the man was none other than His Highness, Prince Royce! Now she’s going to have to track him down and tell him that she’s carrying...

HIS ROYAL HEIR!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jynxed Moon
• Release date: Jan 17, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310685330

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Heir to the Throne

BWWM Billionaire Erotic Romance

Jazmine Bryant

Copyright 2016 by Jazmine Bryant

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Heir to the Throne

About the Author

Heir to the Throne

The job was just that, a job. Living in New York City was expensive as hell and when my roommate, Kesia, told me she’d gotten me a job at the restaurant she waitressed at, I couldn’t say no. If I could do weekdays at the dental office where I worked and evenings and weekends pulling in tips at some swanky restaurant, I might just have some extra cash laying around for once.

Tamyra, girl, she warned me when we were getting for my first shift. These guys don’t mess around. Some rich ass people love the damn place and they expect us to act like we’re rich too. The tips is good if you act the part, but they’ll can your ass if you try anything.

Stop worrying, I told her as I rolled up the black pantyhose that were part of my new uniform. You don’t think I have to act the same damn way at Dr. Richardson’s office? He charges five hundred bucks for whitening, you know only rich people do that shit.

Good point, she laughed. Don’t forget to pull that hair back.

Really? I asked, wrinkling my nose at her request. I wore my hair natural, and I was damn proud of it. I took care of my curls and I didn’t want to hide them.

It’s that or a weave or straightening it or something, boo, she said as she fixed her own hair. They definitely aren’t part of the natural hair movement.

Part of me wanted to tell her not to bother then, that I wasn’t going to change who I was, at least not completely, for some cash, but I saw the kinds of tips she came home with. When a single meal started at thirty dollars, you know