<B>Some fairy tales start <I>after</I> midnight.</B><br><br><br><br>The crown prince and I have nothing in common. He's a rugged battle-hardened soldier who spent four years in the Royal Guard an elite military unit. I met the King and Queen for the first time wearing leggings and a sweatshirt. But there's the way he looks at me. Like he knows every dirty thought I've had about him-and he <I>likes</I> them. There's the way my pulse skyrockets every time his hand brushes mine.<br><br><br><br>I'm the ambassador's daughter. I <I>know</I> better than to mess around with a foreign head of state. But I don't know how long I can resist.<br><br><br><br><B>Not all princes are charming.</B><br><br><br><br>I spent years in the Royal Guard our most elite military unit fighting like hell so I could rule one day-not so I could give my father an heir with some well-bred rich girl.<br><br><br><br>I have a f*cking country to run. My love life can take a back seat. It's not like I've ever met a girl I <I>had</I> to have-until <I>her</I>. I can't stop thinking about the way she laughs about how she might taste. My father's threatening to strip me of my title if I touch her but she makes me want to break every one of my own rules.<br><br><br><br>Contains mature themes.
