I had a one-night stand with a masked stranger. Now I’m pregnant with his baby.
It took guts–I ditched my fairytale wedding and hopped a plane to Venice.
On a crazy-wild Carnivale night with a mysterious man, I surrendered my v-card.
I felt gorgeous and alluring behind my mask.
Shocker!
Luca Morelli is the rogue prince in the tabloids!
His sweet-nothings meant nothing. . .I never wanted to see him again.
Surprisingly, I’m his new publicist.
We’re fake-dating to restore his image as crown prince.
He’s appallingly arrogant. Infuriating.
But I can’t resist his stolen glances, devilish grins–the want in his eyes.
He shields me from the relentless paparazzi chasing us.
In the limo, his eyes are tender and soft with sorrow.
For him, royalty is a cage not a crown.
My heart stirs with unspoken love.
Fearing royal life for a child, he scheduled a vasectomy.
But he doesn’t know I’m already pregnant.
