He’s nothing like the princes from fairy tales.
Lucas Le Hunt is a real life prince, but with the reputation and demeanor of a womanizing criminal. Having exhausted Europe’s potential for debauchery, he comes to America for more partying and more women. It’s a real American adventure for the prince who’s always had everything…everything except me.
I meet him in the Texas wilderness, where I’m supposed to be getting away from it all and finding myself…self reliance, and all that. And instead, and instead I wind up needing Luke more than I ever thought possible.
He’s immensely hot–a chiseled body, a piercing regal gaze, perfect hair. I just melt in his arms. I can’t help myself.
Now he wants to fly me to his palace in Europe, in the royal private jet, no less. It’s like the fairy waved her magic wand. I’m just hoping the carriage doesn’t turn back into a pumpkin, and Luke doesn’t turn back into a beast.
I’m not going to stuff myself into some princess mold of pretty dresses and reserved subservience–I’m supposed to be discovering myself, not playing a part.