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.
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Author bio:
Erin Nicolle is the new pen name for NYT and USA Today Bestselling romance author Erin Nicholas. While Erin Nicholas is known for her blue-collar book boyfriends and big, boisterous found families in small towns, Erin Nicolle writes rich and royal rogues. But they both love a dirty talking cinnamon roll, a grump who is reluctantly wrapped around a feisty finger, and a gruff, protective guy who falls first and hard.
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