I’m a mouthy reporter from the wrong side of the tracks just scraping by. He’s a tall, handsome stranger who asks me to dance. The moment he touches me, a match is struck. After a long, steamy night together, I leave Stellan’s hotel. Or I want to… but I’m stopped by bright camera flashes and roar of the paparazzi. See, the thing he didn’t mention is that Stellan is actually Prince Stellan. He’s the heir apparent in the royal family and wealthy beyond imagining. As a broke reporter, I’m his literal opposite. He coldly forbids me from telling the press about our night together. What’s a journalist supposed to do with such a heavy secret?

There is a razor thin edge between love and hate. As the crown prince of Denmark, duty and honor come first. So when I meet a fiesty pink haired girl from the wrong side of the tracks, I keep mum about my royal birth. That way I can have one earth shattering night together with her. Proud, rebellious, gorgeous—Margot is my weakness. Sleeping with her is the best thing I can’t ever do again… until I realize that she’s a journalist. Reporters like her have made my life a living hell. And when she shows up again in Copenhagen again? She’s tasked with doing a story about me and the future of the royal line. So Margot and I are shackled together. She hates my guts because I ditched her without a word back in New York. And my teeth are set on edge by her endless barrage of questions and snapping photos. I don’t want to find her attractive. I want to be repulsed. But... Now that we’re forced together, my resolve starts to crumble. Every time our hands brush, every damn time she bites her lip... Eventually, even my strong will can’t overcome temptation. Though it’s wrong, even though I might lose everything, I can't resist her.

Forbidden fruit is always the sweetest. I was born a scoundrel. Destined to a life of poverty, until the royal family saved me. I owe them my life, and I’ll do anything to uphold my duty. Even when my duty is babysitting Annika, the king’s little sister. Except it turns out that Nika isn’t the wayward wild child I thought she was. She’s whimsical, stubborn, funny, gorgeous… and completely off limits. Not only is she my best friend’s kid sister, Nika is a full ten years younger than me. While I was going to university, she was hanging posters of Justin Beiber on her walls and doing geometry homework. Don’t even get me started on the fact that she is a princess and I’m just a commoner. And when I thought things couldn’t get more awkward? She asks me to be her first. Now every time I think about Annika, I picture her moaning my name. My duty, my honor, and my sense of what’s right tell me not to look Nika’s way again… But my heart refuses to resist her. The only question is, once I give in and take what I need... will having Annika just one time be enough?

You can look, but you definitely cannot touch... I’m Pippa Welch, and there are three things you should know about me. One, I’ve been the steadfast and loyal best friend of His Royal Highness Lars Løve VII, the second in line to the throne of Denmark, since we met in middle school. I’m also quite possibly the only woman in the country who’s never fallen into bed with him. Two, I would fall into bed with Lars in a heartbeat, and he has no idea. And three, I’m not really Pippa Welch. Everything is fine until the night he comes to me, gets on one knee, pops open a ring box, and… ...asks if I’ll fake an engagement with him. Lars has been there for me my whole life, so I jump at the chance to help him before I can think better of it. Take some official photos and show my face at some fancy events? Anything for my bestie, the man for whom I’ve held a torch for a decade. Only I’m not expecting him to slide his arm around my waist, pull me closer, and kiss me so deeply I can’t think straight. He’s not supposed to whisper I want to taste you in my ear during a royal ball, or to slip me the tongue during the New Years’ parade. And I really, really wasn’t expecting him to keep up the charade in private. Lars is slowly breaking down every barrier I’ve put up to keep him out of my heart, and more than anything, I want to let him make this engagement real… but I can’t let him find out my secret. See, if I let my mask slip, I’m not the only one whose life would be shattered. And if I’m not careful, I’ll lose the man I love and my best friend in the entire world in one fell swoop...