A hot prince. An innocent girl. Online fantasies. You think you know how this fairytale ends? Think again, darling.
I'm the hottest prince on the planet.
I could get any woman to marry me. But I'm not allowed to do that.
No, I'm supposed to pick my bride during a festival where women dance for me.
Seriously, how outdated.
Besides, all I can think about is my anonymous online fantasy - the virgin who disclosed all of her dirty little secrets to me.
She just sent me a new message.
She's been chosen for the festival.
Suddenly, this festival doesn't seem so ridiculous.
This is a 23,000 words royal romance with an arranged marriage. It is a stand-alone story with an HEA, so no cliff-hangers! Be prepared for panty-melting talk and lots of steam. Most definitely for 18+ readers.
