I probably didn't make a great first impression. Rushing through his apartment door—practically naked aside from the plastic shower cap on my head—and charging for his bathroom as if my skin was on fire.



What was I supposed to do? Wait around for a white knight to swoop through my bathroom window with a wrench and a toilet plunger to save me from my faulty plumbing situation? Insert eye roll here.



Anyway, that's the story of how I met my new landlord . . .



But Xavier George Andrew Henry Cambridge is more than just the guy who swings by on the first of the month to collect the rent. He's a real-life prince. Second in line to the throne of a country no one's ever heard of. Hiding out in this middle-of-nowhere small town to avoid his princely duties.



He's a charming bastard with an intoxicating accent, a potent smile, and muscles. Many, many muscles. He's also the perfect gentleman when he needs to be. He makes me laugh despite myself. And he sees right through the tough facade I show the world.



I'm falling. I can't help myself. And I know he wants me, too. But something's holding him back. He won't give in and it's driving me crazy.



Contains mature themes.