I'm a pink haired journalist from Brooklyn, just barely making ends meet.

I spend a very steamy night with the handsome Stellan...

Only to find out that he's actually the freaking crown prince.

To say I'm shocked is quite an understatement.

Caught red-handed, we come up with the only lie we can think of.

We say that I am the reporter assigned to a lifestyle piece about Prince Stellan.

I just need to hang out for a month and not get wrapped up in Stellan's royal drama.

Except I haven't forgotten the way his hands felt on my skin.

Or the way I moaned his name over and over, all night long.

He whispers in my ear that I'm the best he's ever had...

With my job on the line, can I resist the wicked prince?