One minute, I’m handling angry insurance clients in California. The next, I’m heir to the British throne.
Thanks to my scandal-prone family, I’ve gone from American nobody to Prince of Wales—and Britain is less than thrilled. I promised the queen I’d save the monarchy from total collapse, but I didn’t count on royal traditions, backstabbing courtiers, or aggressive swans.
Then there’s Oliver Hartwell: the devastatingly brilliant prime minister who’s as off-limits as he is irresistible.
Our flirtation starts innocently—supportive texts, friendly banter. But it’s hard to stay neutral when every glance feels like a promise.
I said I’d protect the crown. I didn’t mean from my own heart.
A swoony, slow-burn MM romance full of royal chaos, forbidden longing, and political complications.
