Royals (Karr)

The last time I saw my brother's foe, he was getting punched in the nose for bedding my brother's girl-who wasn't really my brother's girl. Now he's on his knees, looking up at me, and I can't help but smile. When the sinfully sexy man says hello, I say hello back. It's the right thing to do after all. But when he asks me to take a ride with him, I know I should refuse. Fresh out of a messy breakup, I'm not looking for anything but fun. So when he tells me that fun is his middle name and where he's headed, I sign up for the ride. Besides, it isn't like I haven't heard all the rumors about him-that he's a legendary lover, gives the best orgasms of any girl's life, loves them and then leaves them-so I figure why not. What my brother doesn't know won't hurt him, and a rebound fling might be just what I need. It's what I don't know, though, that I should be worried about-that one kiss will give me butterflies, that two touches will set my blood on fire, that three nights will make me want him forever. Not forgetting that I'm not looking for more is difficult, but remembering he isn't a forever kind of guy might just break me. My brother's foe has a name-it's Prince Spencer Lexington-and this is our story.

Writing about Royals may seem like the dream job, but let me tell you-it's not. Always looking for a way to crush the happily-ever-after, no thank you, I'm through. That's why when my boss demands an exposé, on the most notorious prince around, I decide to march right up to her office to tell her I quit. Except…I get stuck in the elevator along the way. And I'm not alone. I'm with him. The guy I'm supposed to expose. The reason I'm quitting. Meet Bachelor Royalty Extraordinaire, whose romantic prowess is legendary. With his sultry bedroom eyes and lean muscles, he's the hottest prince around. And he's staring at me, with that Romeo-I-must-have-you look about him, which makes my knees go weak. Three hours in a small, confined space, is a long time. After I spill my guts and tell him everything, we do a lot more than talk. By the time I leave, he's turned me around. And there's no way I'm quitting. Not until I help him prove he's not the womanizing bad boy my boss thinks he is anyway. He says it will be fun, and I agree. But when the lines of our plan begin to blur, and it's hard to tell what's real from what isn't, I realize too late, what's fun to him might cost me my heart. My exposé has a name: it's Prince Julius Monaco. This is our story.