A marriage proposal from a deliciously handsome and wickedly charming prince sounds like a fairytale. But for a nerdy scientist with severe social anxiety, it’s a horror story. Prince Torin O’Grady, with his mischievous blue eyes and cocky grin, is always in the spotlight. And he needs to marry me to inherit the crown. But we have nothing in common. He’s a future king. And I’m perfectly happy slogging through mud in my work boots. So why can’t I stop thinking about him? Maybe because he won’t stop texting me. And sending me gifts. And making me feel like everything I find awkward and weird about myself is special and amazing. And there’s also that little detail of him offering me my dream job and telling me that together we can change the world. Well, I could probably work for him. And if I have to marry him temporarily to get what we both want, then fine. It’s for the greater good. It has nothing to do with the way he kisses me. Or that dirty mouth. Or the royal treatment he gives me in the bedroom. Fine. Maybe it does. Still, it’s only a year. Then I can turn in my tiara and come back to my normal, boring, behind-the-scenes life. But Torin is determined to turn me from reluctantly royal to royally his.