Royal Player

Charlie Davenport is the bad boy of British tennis—and third in line to the throne. He's a beast on the courts, and a wild animal in bed (according to all the tabloids). Girls are lining up for chance at his crown jewels, and when I stumble into the wrong Wimbledon dressing room and catch a glimpse of his game, set, and match, I can see why. So what's a little good luck kiss between friends (I mean, strangers)? I know better than to get involved with a bad boy like Charlie. But now he's on a winning streak, he thinks I'm his lucky charm—and you know what's luckier than a kiss? Everything. Suddenly, I've got paparazzi on my trail, exes coming out of the woodwork—and you don't know "cutthroat" until you've seen a pack of hungry socialites set loose near the Royal Family. I'm in way over my head, and even worse—I'm falling in love. Can this American girl win her Prince Charming? Or will we both crash out of the championships in flames? Contains mature themes.