What happens when you mix an average American woman with a decidedly not average future King?
I can tell you from experience-a whole lot of complications.
You see, four months ago, my all-American sister, Kelsey, found out that she's not actually my sister-she's a princess of a country we'd never heard of. She begged me to come along when she was whisked off to her new palace, so here I am. An outsider who doesn't fit in anywhere.
Now that she's settled, I should go back to my exciting new career in New York. I absolutely should not stay in a country where I got shot (long story), where I suck so badly at the national sport that I accidentally murdered the symbol of the monarchy in front of half the country, and-oh yeah-where I can't stop ogling Kelsey's actual brother.
The Crown Prince.
The man who has to marry a very important princess. (not me)
The man who must create the next heir to the throne. (without me)
The man I absolutely can never be with. (remember that long story?)
The man who just gave me the best sex of my life...
Did I mention that it's complicated?
