Pretend Prince, The

Writing about Royals may seem like the dream job, but let me tell youits not. Always looking for a way to crush the happily-ever-after, no thank you, Im through. Thats why when my boss demands an expos, on the most notorious prince around, I decide to march right up to her office to tell her I quit. ExceptI get stuck in the elevator along the way. And Im not alone. Im with him. The guy Im supposed to expose. The reason Im quitting. Meet Bachelor Royalty Extraordinaire, whose romantic prowess is legendary. With his sultry bedroom eyes and lean muscles, hes the hottest prince around. And hes staring at me, with that Romeo-I-must-have-you look about him, which makes my knees go weak. Three hours in a small, confined space, is a long time. After I spill my guts and tell him everything, we do a lot more than talk. By the time I leave, hes turned me around. And theres no way Im quitting. Not until I help him prove hes not the womanizing bad boy my boss thinks he is anyway. He says it will be fun, and I agree. But when the lines of our plan begin to blur, and its hard to tell whats real from what isnt, I realize too late, whats fun to him might cost me my heart. My expos has a name: its Prince Julius Monaco. This is our story.