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I’m pregnant. The problem? The father is going to be king, and I’m not exactly meant to be a queen.... I’m only pretending to be someone else for one measly little royal ball. Just sneaking into the biggest event in the kingdom for a few hours. How did my best friend talk me into this again? I could probably get arrested for trespassing on royal property, but as long as I don’t get caught, I’ll be fine.... Until the crown prince himself finds me wandering around the castle unsupervised.

His name is Pestilence. At least, that’s what they called him in college after an outbreak of a certain, ahem, intimately transmitted infection on campus. Now in his thirties, Leo St. James is fully reformed from his playboy past. He has a fiancée and everything. Oh, no, wait. He lied about that. His fiancée doesn’t exist. But when Leo’s boss sees him with his hand cupped around Amelia Darcy’s face, Leo has no choice but to call her his bride-to-be and promise to bring her to his company retreat.

Marlon St. James wants only one thing: to be left alone. He has a house, a successful private security business, and endless peace and quiet. Things are exactly as they should be. Until Camilla.

One date with the prince. A favor. What could possibly go wrong? A whole lot can go wrong, apparently. For one, I’m not exactly in the royal family’s good graces. Prince Damon doesn’t seem to mind the death glares coming from across the table. The way he looks at me makes my thighs clench. Anyway, I’m pregnant. Maybe this baby will have a family, and we'll get our happily ever after. Family feuds run deep, and Damon has demons of his own. When I tell him about the baby, will he choose me - or turn his back on the both of us and leave me out in the cold?

A notorious rule follower, the old Daphne Davis could do no wrong. But lately she can’t get anything right. Jilted by her ex, ousted from her home, and laid off from her job, Daphne retreats to her little hometown, Fernley Island. But even there, she feels out of sync. So, bailing on her own sister’s engagement party, she suddenly embraces a brand-new philosophy: no more goody-two-shoes.

The Prince is an animal, and everyone knows it. All I need to do is stay out of his way. Easy...Right? Wrong. So, so wrong. When I take my father’s place at Westhill Castle, everyone warns me about Prince Gabriel. They tell me to stay away. The Prince is dangerous. Wild. Angry. One thing they don’t warn me about? Prince Gabriel is panty-dropping hot. Knee-knocking gorgeous. Arrogant. As. Hell. So, I hike my panties way, way up. But the Prince has other ideas, and who am I to resist royalty?

Fünfundvierzig, frisch geschieden und ein absolutes Desaster. Das Letzte, was Fiona braucht, als sie ihren Urlaub antritt, ist ein überflutetes Hotelzimmer und eine Autopanne.… Doch leider ist es genau das, was sie bekommt.