About the Books
It should have ended there, since I had no idea who he was. Except that kiss was caught by someone’s camera, and now the picture is splashed on tabloids all over the world.
I should have recognized him: Prince Alexander of Cambridge.
Royal bad boy. Exiled heir to the throne.
He’s controlling. He’s demanding. He’s dangerous.
He warns me to stay away—that the press and his family will destroy me. I should run, but I can’t. Because the last thing I expected was that I’d fall in love, especially since he never will…