Erin Nicolle

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?

Maybe because he won’t stop texting me. And sending me gifts. And making me feel like everything I find awkward and weird about myself is special and amazing.

And there’s also that little detail of him offering me my dream job and telling me that together we can change the world.

Well, I could probably work for him.

Reluctantly Royal

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.

Oh, and because he needs to get out of the marriage his grandfather, the king, has arranged for him.

Right. Even if I hadn’t lied to him about everything but my first name, the carefree, adventurous woman he burned up the sheets with for three days doesn’t exist.

I'm actually a stressed-out mechanic back in my small hometown, raising a sassy fifteen-year-old daughter, and trying to make amends for my mean girl past.

I just don’t think my grease-streaked work boots scream princess material.

Of course, he won’t take no for an answer.
Shocking, I know.

Instead, he proposes a deal: I give him nineteen days to get to know the real me.

Then he’ll either get over me, go home, and marry someone else.

Or I’ll walk down that aisle.

Erin Nicolle

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