The father is going to be King, and I’m not exactly meant to be a Queen…
I’m only pretending to be someone else for one, measly little Royal Ball.
Just sneaking into the biggest event in the Kingdom for a few hours.
How did my best friend talk me into this again?
I could probably get arrested for trespassing on royal property, but as long as I don’t get caught, I’ll be fine.
...Until the Crown Prince himself finds me wandering around the castle unsupervised.
He’s tall, broad, and he slays me with one look.
The most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen in my life.
The second his eyes meet mine, I know I’m in trouble.
Big, Prince-shaped Trouble with a capital ‘T’.
But Trouble feels too good to resist.
Trouble makes my cheeks burn when it whispers dirty things in my ear.
Trouble makes me feel like a woman for the first time in a long, long time.
And what happens at the castle stays at the castle…right?
As it turns out, Trouble has consequences. Those consequences have ten little fingers and ten little toes, and a mother who is completely unprepared.
Lucky for me, Trouble comes knocking down my door, demanding to know why I lied about my name...
Bad Prince is a royal accidental pregnancy romance featuring a brooding, possessive hero and his feisty heroine. Grab a cold glass of water… this contemporary Cinderella retelling is about to get hot!
Note: Previously titled Knocked Up by Prince Charming
One date with the Prince.
What could possibly go wrong?
A whole lot can go wrong, apparently.
For one, I’m not exactly in the royal family’s good graces.
Thanks for dinner, guys. Nice to see you all after being banished from the Kingdom as a baby!
Prince Damon doesn’t seem to mind the death glares coming from across the table.
The way he looks at me makes my thighs clench.
When his hand brushes mine, my whole body burns.
Why am I staring at his lips right now? Why is my body begging me to kiss him?
Anyway, yadda yadda yadda…aaand I’m pregnant.
I’m the wrong girl in the wrong kingdom with the wrong prince.
But a small voice in my head—or my heart—whispers that Prince Damon might feel the same way I do.
Maybe this could work.
Maybe we have a chance.
Maybe this baby will have a family, and we'll get our happily ever after.
Family feuds run deep, though, and Damon has demons of his own.
When I tell him about the baby, will he choose me—or turn his back on the both of us and leave me out in the cold?
Heartless Prince is an accidental pregnancy romance featuring a brooding, stormy hero and his perfect match. This contemporary Sleeping Beauty retelling is full of Kindle-melting heat, swoonworthy romance, and of course, a very big, very bad prince.
Note: Previously titled Knocked Up by Prince Dashing
The Prince is an animal, and everyone knows it.
All I need to do is stay out of his way.
So, so wrong.
When I take my father’s place at Westhill Castle, everyone warns me about Prince Gabriel.
They tell me to stay away.
The Prince is dangerous. Wild. Angry.
One thing they don’t warn me about?
Prince Gabriel is panty-dropping hot.
Arrogant. As. Hell.
So, I hike my panties way, way up.
But the Prince has other ideas, and who am I to resist royalty?
Especially when he shows me just how wild he really is.
I know it’s a terrible idea. I know I’m going to get hurt.
The only thing I don’t know is how he’ll react when I tell him I’m pregnant.
Cruel Prince is Book 3 of the Royally Unexpected series. Brooding, brutish Gabriel gets his story in this contemporary Beauty and the Beast retelling. This is a stand-alone romance with no cliffhanger and a HEA.
Note: Previously titled Knocked Up by Prince Gallant.
Prince Luca is promised to another woman...
There’s only one problem: he wants me instead.
Margot LeBlanc is gorgeous. She’s blonde. She’s tall.
She’s the biggest star in the Kingdom.
She’s my sister, and she has it all.
Including an arranged relationship with the hottest Prince on the planet.
Me, on the other hand?
I’m the shorter, chubbier, never-been-kissed, black-haired version of Margot.
Men aren’t exactly lining up to date me.
So, when Prince Luca makes me melt with those dangerous, intoxicating eyes, I think he’s toying with me.
When he tells me that he wants to do all kinds of filthy things to me, I think he’s lying.
When he wraps his arms around me and tells me I’m his, I’m finished.
My growly, possessive Prince is about to be my first, my last, and my everything.
But as the Prince and I grow closer, Margot and I drift further apart.
Pretty soon, I have to choose: Do I follow my heart and my knight in shining armor, or do I stay true to the sister that’s been by my side since the beginning?
Broken Prince is the fourth instalment in the Royally Unexpected series. If you like bad heroes and feisty heroines, you’ll love this contemporary Snow White retelling.
Please note that there’s a small cliffhanger at the end of the book, and it should be read with Book 5: Wicked Prince for maximum enjoyment.
Note: Previously titled Knocked Up by the Broken Prince.
If anyone finds out who the baby’s father is, my whole life will be torn apart.
The worst part, though?
I think I’m in love with his brother.
I didn’t mean to fall for Prince Dante.
It just happened.
The first day I met him, he walked into my kitchen with nothing but a towel on.
Water glistened over his perfect body, and he stared at me like he wanted to eat me.
How am I supposed to resist that?
It’s the pregnancy hormones...
Or, maybe it’s the fact that Prince Dante is a perfect gentleman in public, and a perfect bad boy behind closed doors.
He shows up in my life and sweeps me off my feet.
He’s my very own Prince Charming, complete with a dashing smile and a very big sword.
I’m hiding something from him, though.
It’s a secret that could tear us apart.
If he finds out, our budding happily-ever-after will almost certainly end before it begins, and I’m not sure I’m ready to let him go.
As my pregnancy becomes impossible to hide, I have to choose. I can tell Prince Dante the truth, or I can chase the one thing I’m not sure I deserve: real, everlasting love.
Wicked Prince is the fifth instalment in the Royally Unexpected series.
Please note that this book should be read after Book 4: Broken Prince for maximum enjoyment. Both Margot and Ivy get their long-awaited happily-ever afters in this page turner!
Note: Previously titled Knocked Up by the Wicked Prince.
Or at least, I thought I was leaving…
...until the future King of Argyle got me pregnant.
It was supposed to be one little sailing trip with a childhood friend.
A final goodbye to the islands of my youth.
It’s never that simple, though, is it?
Because my childhood friend has turned into a full-grown, hot-blooded man, who happens to be the future King.
Prince Theo is tall. He’s commanding.
He’s everything that’s been missing from my life, and he’s not afraid to show me all the reasons I should stay.
...The main reason being him, and the way he makes my thighs clench.
My cheeks burn.
My heart thump.
Anytime we’re together, my body and mind are at war.
My body always wins.
Again, and again, and again.
We shouldn’t be together.
I shouldn’t be here at all.
And I definitely shouldn’t be pregnant.
Now, the question is—will Prince Theo still want me to stay when he knows I’m carrying his heir?
Note: Previously titled Knocked Up by the Wrong Prince
I’m stranded in a snowed-in castle with a big, bad prince…
The plan was to visit my grandmother at the Arctic palace in the Kingdom of Nord.
I was supposed to get the information I needed for work, give Grandma a big hug, then get out.
Things...aren’t going according to plan.
For one, the castle is being battered by the biggest storm it’s seen in centuries.
I’m stuck, and Grandma isn’t even here.
In her place is a prince with honey-colored eyes and a body that was made for war.
He’s big and burly and...oof, my poor panties.
They don’t stand a chance when Prince Wolfe looks at me like he wants to eat me.
I’m pretending I don’t like the fire in the prince’s eyes, which, to be honest, is also not going great.
He can see right through my fake hostility.
How am I supposed to work when he’s walking around like some wild, Nordic god with a chip on his shoulder and a very big—
Listen, it’s temporary. As soon as this storm lets up, I’ll be out of here. All I have to do is keep it professional for a few short days.
Ha. Yeah. Right.
I’m a queen. Nothing more.
Not a woman, not a widow, and definitely not a mother.
All my broken memories are buried in a box at the bottom of the Arctic sea.
The newspapers call me stoic, but I just call it survival...
...until Asher shows up, and a hairline crack appears on the surface of the ice that’s kept me safe for so long.
My childhood friend is all grown up.
Broad shoulders, smoldering gaze, hands that make my mind run wild.
For the first time in years, I remember what it feels like to want.
To be wanted.
He melts the frost clinging to my heart and shows me everything I’ve pushed away.
Offers me a new life with the brush of his lips against mine, a whisper in my ear, a curl of heat in the deepest part of my core.
But Asher has secrets, and I have responsibilities. A queen can’t put down her crown for anything.
Not for love.
Not even for betrayal.
Definitely not for Asher.
The kingdom’s bad boy.
My. Worst. Nightmare.
Blech. The royal family of Nord.
You couldn’t pay me to spend time with those crown-wearing, silk-clad, silver-spoon-licking leeches.
Well, until I’m invited to be part of the press team on the upcoming Royal Tour.
You can pay me for that, but don’t expect me to write anything nice.
...Until one week before the tour, a silly little party brings me face-to-face with a man in a mask who makes my whole body tighten.
His eyes flick to my lips for half a second, and I feel like I’m about to faint.
His hand just barely touches the small of my back, and I’m ready to start thinking of baby names.
But that man--the one who lights me up from head to toe?
Turns out he’s Prince Silas.
Yeah, the Prince Silas.
The one who’s in all the tabloid pictures with a drink in one hand and a woman in the other.
The one who represents the worst of the frivolous royal spending.
The peak of entitled arrogance.
He might as well be my sworn enemy...and now we’re going to be spending three months together on tour.
Just me, my press badge, and his wolfish grin.
Uh, yeah. I think I might be in trouble.