Too filthy to be a fairytale... The tabloids say I’m alpha, arrogant, and relentless. I can live with that because I’m Maximillian Rochartè, Prince of Bellèno and I make royal problems go away. The monarchy borrowed millions from shady oligarchs and loans are coming due. I convince a billionaire to fork over a fortune in exchange for marrying his daughter, Lady Cici to my playboy brother. Cici needs a few weeks to clear up loose ends but by then someone will be murdered and dumped into the Black Sea as fish food. Probably me. I hire Vivian, an out of work American cocktail waitress—who could be Cici’s sexier, funnier, smarter twin—to impersonate her for a few weeks. Our chemistry’s crazy and I can’t help but proposition her relentlessly. In spite of my dirty, filthy, all consuming thoughts about what I’ll do to her once I get her in the sack—I transform Vivian into a ‘lady.’ Now we’re back in Bellèno, weeks have passed, and Cici’s a no-show. I know in the depths of my deceitful heart that I'm falling in love with Vivian. Unfortunately, my brother is too...

Too filthy to be a fairytale… —— I, Leopold Edward Rochartè am the Crown Prince of Bellèno and one day I’ll be King. Ruling involves dedication, service, and sacrifice—but the bastard gods are messing with me. I serve my brother Max as best man at his wedding today. He’s marrying Vivian: former cocktail waitress, all-American sweetheart, and tragically for me—the girl I love. But Max won Vivi’s heart fair and square. So, I'll smile through gritted teeth when they say their vows. I'll applaud when he lifts the veil to kiss her lush, full mouth. I’ll make the sacrifice. But then Max steps out of the Cathedral moments before their wedding and he doesn’t come back. And I realize – the game of hearts is back on. May the best man win…

Too filthy to be a fairy tale… A few years ago, I was an impoverished cocktail waitress struggling to pay the bills. Now I’m marrying gorgeous Maximillian Rochartè, the Prince of Bellèno. Or at least I’m trying to. Pompous windbag Archbishop Causesdesperdeus claims we’re not legally wed. Says we have to track down the unauthorized priest who performed our ceremony, convince him to scrub his name off the license, and get re-married before the paparazzi blows the scandal wide open. But Max must serve his obligatory Guard duty, so it falls on Leo, his brother the Crown Prince—who recently admitted he’s 'got feelings' for me, the Ladies-in-Waiting, and me to travel to Italy and do whatever it takes get this messy, sexy job done. What could possibly go wrong?

Too filthy to be a fairytale... A few years ago, I was an impoverished cocktail waitress. Then I fell in love with Prince Max – he of the impossibly cute dimples, the nickel sized cleft in his chin, and the six pack abs so ripped I mended them every night with my tongue. We got married and I was walking-into-walls deliriously happy. I didn’t expect entitled, greedy thieves to arrest Max in an attempt to overthrow the monarchy. I didn’t plan on – presto change-o—being legally wed to Max’s swoony, older brother, Prince Leo. I didn’t suspect Leo still had ‘feelings’ for me which makes this whole thing an even hotter mess. Now Leo, my party-hard Ladies-in-Waiting and I must travel to Sicily to the Festival of the Three Kings to track down the basic, bug-eyed, 'prince of trashlandia' cheater/opportunist who lays claim to the throne. It’s three days of dancing, drinking and deception. What could possibly go wrong? Vivian will get her HEA at the end of The Duchess’s Decision. But will she end up with Prince Max – the spare? Or Prince Leo – the heir?