Royally Not Ready

Novelist Meghan Quinn, bestselling author on Amazon Charts and USA Today, offers a modern perspective on a royal romance. Quinn takes you on an unexpected, seductive trip through some of her steamiest moments yet—scenes that will make you laugh out loud.

The world's largest grump, Keller Fitzwilliam, contacted me while I was setting up a wet t-shirt contest in South Beach, Miami, and selling bikinis out of my van.

The man's British accent was the sexiest I've ever heard. And he seemed as if he had just stepped off a Viking ship and into a suit made especially for his strikingly strong physique. The only issue was that he kept assuring me he was coming to take me back to his own country even though he had the warmth of an ice pick.

I didn't follow him, of course. I may like having fun, but I'm also intelligent enough to realize that going out with a stranger is never a good idea. That is, until he spoke my mother's name. My mother, who died a number of years ago.

Following much research, my bikini-clad ass traveled with him to a sub-arctic nation I had never heard of, located just north of the British Isles. There, I discovered that my grandfather was the king of that icy realm, and that I was his only successor.

I decided to give this princess thing a go since I was desperate to find out more about my mother.

Nice one, huh? False.

Mr. Ice Pick, who was assigned to teach me, is not just as frigid as ice but also conceited, obnoxious, and possessive. Did I also mention that we live in a small castle and have to share a bathroom?

Every day we are like oil and water, and even though he is teaching me how to be queen, I can't help but want to bow down to him.