They say you have to kiss a lot of frogs, but what if a prince shows up . . . When a prince—not the kind who wears a crown—swoops in to rescue me, I kiss him before I even ask his name. I’m sure I’ve given him the wrong impression, and he’ll bolt away like a cat out of a bathtub. Except he keeps showing up. Maybe fairy tales are real. We all know that isn't true. —— This closed door romcom novella is full of sizzling chemistry and toe-curling kisses.