Once Upon A Time,
there was a king who passed.
He left behind two sons,
one beloved and one outcast.
The older of the two was set to take the throne,
but before he could he had to find a queen to call his own.
The younger one was known to be unruly and unhinged.
The chosen queen was warned to keep far away from him.
Beautiful and cunning, in the light is where she stayed.
But late at night, it was the shadowed lands in which she played.
Mistakes were made and secrets forged;
forgetting duty and her sense.
And while the new king had her hand,
her heart belonged to the scarred prince.
Scarred is a DARK Royal Romance. It is not a retelling or fantasy. It contains subject matter which may be triggering for some. Reader discretion is advised.
How did my life spin this out of control?
What was meant to be the trip of a lifetime has devolved into utter heartbreak.
The man I thought I was falling in love with believes the worst of me, thanks in part to his scheming mother—the evil queen.
It seems as though her sole mission is to tear us apart, and she’s using every dirty trick in the book.
Lies, deceit, subterfuge…this isn’t what I signed up for. I don’t care about the title or the prestige.
All I want is Luke.
How fitting that another lie is what I’m told will save us. My prince says he has a plan in place. To be patient. To wait.
But I’m not sure my heart can take much more.
It was only supposed to be for a few days.
When Mr. Tall, Dark, and Sexy asks me to play tour guide to him and his friends for their bachelor getaway weekend, I’m helpless to resist. Then again, I’ve always been a sucker for an accent, piercing blue eyes, and a panty-melting grin.
Luke and I shared an immediate attraction. From the moment our eyes met, I was a goner. I would have done practically anything for a little more time with him.
Even wanting to be his three-day vacation fling.
Reckless? Maybe. Do I regret it? Not a chance – even if I can’t get him out of my head.
When a wedding invitation shows up at my door, it takes all of half a second to make up my mind to see the man I can’t stop thinking about.
Only I may be in over my head.