Rogue Prince

<p><strong>The kingdom's bad boy.<br>Paparazzi's dream.<br>My. Worst. Nightmare.</strong></p><p> </p><p><em>Blech</em>. The royal family of Nord.<br>You couldn't pay me to spend time with those crown-wearing silk-clad silver-spoon-licking leeches.</p><p> </p><p>Well until I'm invited to be part of the press team on the upcoming Royal Tour.<br>You can pay me for that but don't expect me to write anything nice.</p><p> </p><p>...Until one week before the tour a silly little party brings me face-to-face with a man in a mask who makes my whole body tighten.<br>His eyes flick to my lips for half a second and I feel like I'm about to faint.<br>His hand just barely touches the small of my back and I'm ready to start thinking of baby names.</p><p> </p><p>But that man--the one who lights me up from head to toe?<br>Turns out he's Prince Silas.</p><p><br>The one who's in all the tabloid pictures with a drink in one hand and a woman in the other.<br>The one who represents the worst of the frivolous royal spending.<br>The peak of entitled arrogance.</p><p> </p><p>He might as well be my sworn enemy...and now we're going to be spending three months together on tour.<br>Just me my press badge and his wolfish grin.</p><p> </p><p>Uh yeah. I think I might be in trouble.</p>