Thorne Monarchs

The Wedding Planner's Rulebook: Keep the bride happy. Keep the wedding party out of trouble. Never let anyone know you've been in love with the groom for years. I lived by these rules. Until Nate Kingsley. The Capulets and Montagues have nothing on the Beauregards and Kingsleys. Our families have feuded for centuries, and Nate was always forbidden-which made fooling around with him that much more delicious. But then I fell for him, and he fell off the face of the earth, ghosting me without so much as a goodbye. Fast-forward two years: as an expert in romance, I'm a wedding planner to the rich and famous. I never expected Nate to show up at my office, least of all with a shiny new fiancée on his arm. She's got money to burn, and she wants me to plan the most extravagant wedding of my career. I convince myself I can do Nate's wedding and keep my feelings for him in check, even if he does look good. Really, really good. But when the secrets we buried years ago come to light, what kept us apart suddenly binds us together. Even if my heart belongs to Nate, and his belongs to me, he belongs to someone else. And that's a rule we absolutely cannot break.

Dear Emily, Thank you for joining me for dinner tonight. And for agreeing to my proposal, as ludicrous as it is. Desperate times call for fake engagements. At least in my family. I am attaching the contract we discussed. Our lawyers asked that I highlight the following clauses: •The engagement shall last ninety days •Both parties are to appear genuinely in love at all royal appearances •Beyond required public displays of affection, there shall be no contact of any kind between the parties The first half of your payment will be deposited into your account upon the signing of this contract. Be sure to note your ring size. We would like to make prompt delivery of the family emerald. The Queen and I thank you in advance for your discretion. Cheers, His Royal Highness Prince Christopher P.S.—Sorry to hear about your divorce. Your ex sounds like a proper knob head. P.P.S—You looked stunning tonight.

Studying abroad just got a whole lot sexier... On my first outing in Madrid, I never thought I'd end up spending the hottest night of my life in the arms of a gorgeous Spaniard. Rafael Montoya is everything study abroad dreams are made of: sexy, sophisticated, and really good with his hands. As the sun comes up over the city, he gives me the kiss to end all kisses. And then he disappears. I'm crushed. But it wouldn't be the first time a guy has ghosted me. I really need to focus on my studies while I'm here in Madrid anyway. My Spanish is practically nonexistent, and my grades show it. My program assigns me a new tutor. But when I walk into the room to find none other than Rafa waiting for me, I almost have a heart attack. Even crazier? I find out I gave him the wrong number. He wants to take me out. Show me his beloved Madrid. More than that, he wants to extend our classroom lessons into the bedroom, too. I should keep my distance. I'm heading back to the states at the end of the semester. Why fall for someone if it will inevitably end in heartbreak? But this Spaniard wants me. And he'll stop at nothing until I'm his.