Two princes are in love with Lucy. Too bad she's an imposter... — I waitress at MadDog biker bar to pay my uncle’s rent at Assisted Living. I work my a\\ off but when I pour a pitcher of margaritas on a loser harassing my BFF—I’m fired. I scour want-ads until I find one that doesn’t make me want to hurl. "PERSONAL ASSISTANT WANTED: Twenties. Fab people skills. Celebrities don’t intimidate you. If actress—you can NEVER use this on your resume." Sounds dicey as hell. I apply immediately. Lady Lizzie Billingsley– who if you get drunk and squint could be my impeccably polished twin—is entering into a marriage of convenience with playboy Prince Cristoph, the heir to the throne of Fredonia. Lizzie doesn’t really want a PA…she's hiring me to impersonate her, keep Cristoph's wandering eye in check while she clears up a few loose ends. Did I mention the gig pays a fortune and includes a makeover? What could possibly go wrong?

I’m ditching my cocktail waitress gig at MadDog’s biker bar because I’m marrying Prince Nicholas of Fredonia—he of the black hair, blue eyes, and the remarkable royal jewels. But Nick steps out seconds before our wedding and doesn’t come back. So, technically we’re gathered here today to celebrate the union of two people—but the problem is there’s only one – me. Does Nick have a case of cold feet? Are more sinister motives at play? If our royal wedding goes down in flames—can I get my job back cocktailing at MadDog?

For Lucy Trabbicio, American commoner and former cocktail waitress, royally wed sex is the best sex… until she discovers that she’s NOT royally wed! Lucy and hot Prince Nicholas Frederick are finally married but they still can’t take their hands off each other. Romantic interludes happen fast and furious and frequently outside of the bedroom: the Mile High Club, museums, palace events, the Venice Carnival Masquerade Ball… But Lucy and Nick are thrust into marital limbo when the legality of their marriage is called into question—the ceremony was performed by an impersonator; a poser. Now Nick must serve his obligatory National Guard duty while Lucy travels to Italy with her ladies in trouble—oops—LADIES-in-WAITING to track down the poser and solve the dilemma before the paparazzi finds out and blows the scandal wide open. Will Lucy and Nick get their Happily Ever After? Royally Wed: The Poser is a whirlwind of romance, humor, friendship, flirting, fashion, exotic destinations, food, cocktails, smart savvy women and hot, sexy, bad boy men. Grab this yummy book!

I'm a former cocktail waitress, an American commoner, a chick who fell in love with and royally wed Prince Nicholas of Fredonia. How the hell did I end up married to his brother Crown Prince Cristoph? Marrying into the Fredonia royal family is about as uneventful as walking through a dog park barefoot and blindfolded after the snow melts. Has Cristoph carried a torch for me ever since I left him high and dry at the cathedral’s altar? Did Cristoph sabotage my marriage to Nick? Am I hallucinating or did the stick really turn blue?