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?