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The wedding was going to be a fake. The only catch was nobody could know. Not even my wedding planner. Now the wedding planner thinks I’m the world’s biggest bastard. She thinks I’m in love with the woman I’m supposed to marry. She thinks a lot of things, but she doesn’t know the truth. She’s got no idea she’s going to fall for me by the time this thing is over.

Finding out I’m actually a princess was a shock. Finding out there’s a prince who has been waiting to marry me when I turned eighteen? Yeah, that was a shock too. I’m not exactly princess material, even if I do have the evil sisters and neglectful parents thing going on. My life was supposed to be boring, cruel, and most of all, uneventful. But all that changed. I’m taken to a city that shouldn’t exist - a kingdom that shouldn’t exist. It’s a whole new world full of possibility, where teams of servants cater to my every need and my room is at the top-most tower of a palace.

A mi nuevo jefe le gustan las reglas, pero hay una que nadie se atreve a romper. Tocarle la banana. En serio. El tío es un adicto al potasio o algo. Si nos ponemos tiquismiquis, la verdad es que me la metí en la boca. Y la mordisqueé... Incluso me la tragué. Lo sé. Soy una chica mala, malísima. Y luego lo vi, y te lo creas o no, atragantarte con la banana de un tío no es la mejor manera de causar una buena impresión.

¿Que cómo la conocí? A ver, un caballero no alardea. Menos mal que yo no soy un caballero. En primer lugar, pagué por su cereza... (su tarta de cereza, aunque no viene a cuento). Luego la desfloré. ¿Después? Le dejé mi tarjeta de visita y salí de allí pavoneándome. Sí, ya ves que lo nuestro fue un flechazo. Hailey: ¿Que cómo conocí a William?

A small town is the last place I ever thought I’d find myself, but I’m desperate to save my failing business, and a mysterious client makes an offer I can’t turn down. She wants me to match her with the man of her dreams, and if I pull it off, she’ll pay me more than I can imagine. But when a cowboy everybody calls “Country” welcomes me to town with a “get lost” and a side of drop-dead gorgeous, well, things get a little more complicated. I mean, what kind of woman wouldn’t go following a guy like that back to his ranch?