Royals Gone Rogue

A marriage proposal from a deliciously handsome and wickedly charming prince sounds like a fairytale. But for a nerdy scientist with severe social anxiety, it's a horror story. Prince Torin O'Grady, with his mischievous blue eyes and cocky grin, is always in the spotlight. And he needs to marry me to inherit the crown. But we have nothing in common. He's a future king. And I'm perfectly happy slogging through mud in my work boots. So why can't I stop thinking about him?

The gorgeous, brilliant woman I have dirty dreams about every damned night? She's supposed to marry my best friend. She's supposed to be queen someday. She's off-limits. But I can't walk away. I'm supposed to protect her. Maybe even be her friend. I should not be lusting after her. And I absolutely cannot fall in love with her.

A small-town single mom like me has no business believing in fairy tales. But the very handsome, charming, dirty-talking prince (yes, seriously) I met nineteen months ago now has his fine ass and panty-melting grin planted on my front porch. He’s been searching for me ever since I snuck out after our hot, fantasy-filled weekend together. And, dammit, that’s a little romantic. Now that he’s found me, he wants to pick up where we left off. Because he thinks he’s in love with me.

I have a hot British bodyguard in my guest room. Could be worse, I guess. Like…bats in the attic? Though bats don’t rip your panties and ruin you for all other men. How did this happen? My sister married the prince he protects, so I now have an extra room and insisted my friend stay with me when she left her husband. Her husband is being a real a-hole about that. Which made the bodyguard all growly and he moved in to protect us. That sounds nice, I know. But he’s my ex.