Rogue Prince - Lilian Monroe

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Résumé :
The kingdom's bad boy. Paparazzi's dream. My. Worst. Nightmare. Blech. The royal family of Nord. You couldn't pay me to spend time with those crown-wearing, silk-clad, silver-spoon-licking leeches. Well, until I'm invited to be part of the press team on the upcoming Royal Tour. You can pay me for that, but don't expect me to write anything nice. ...Until one week before the tour, a silly little party brings me face-to-face with a man in a mask who makes my whole body tighten. His eyes flick to my lips for half a second, and I feel like I'm about to faint. His hand just barely touches the small of my back, and I'm ready to start thinking of baby names. But that man--the one who lights me up from head to toe? Turns out he's Prince Silas. The one who's in all the tabloid pictures with a drink in one hand and a woman in the other. The one who represents the worst of the frivolous royal spending. The peak of entitled arrogance. He might as well be my sworn enemy...and now we're going to be spending three months together on tour. Just me, my press badge, and his wolfish grin. Uh, yeah. I think I might be in trouble.

Biographie:
Lilian Monroe lives in a luxurious jungle treehouse surrounded by lush greenery, with an army of scantily-clad men with rippling abdominal muscles ready to attend to her every need. No, wait. That's not true. Lilian Monroe spends her days dangling her feet into her pool, while the scantily-clad pool boy with rippling abdominal muscles feeds her chocolate covered strawberries and massages her back. Okay, okay. You got me. That's not true either. Let's try again. Lilian Monroe lives at home with her two children, three dogs and twelve chickens. Her husband likes to work shirtless in the back yard. His sweaty, gleaming abdominal muscles ripple with every movement and he- I'm sorry I have to stop. Fine, I'll admit it, that one isn't true either. How about this: Lilian Monroe loves thinking about men with rippling abdominal muscles serving her hand and foot, and she wants you to think about them too! She is an avid reader, writer, and lover of all things romance. She loves everything from bad boys to billionaires. Her books are packed with hot hot heat, action, suspense, and everything from second chances to single dads. She hates cheating and loves a good happily ever after (and rippling abs)....

Sommaire:
Lilian Monroe lives in a luxurious jungle treehouse surrounded by lush greenery, with an army of scantily-clad men with rippling abdominal muscles ready to attend to her every need. No, wait. That's not true. Lilian Monroe spends her days dangling her feet into her pool, while the scantily-clad pool boy with rippling abdominal muscles feeds her chocolate covered strawberries and massages her back. Okay, okay. You got me. That's not true either. Let's try again. Lilian Monroe lives at home with her two children, three dogs and twelve chickens. Her husband likes to work shirtless in the back yard. His sweaty, gleaming abdominal muscles ripple with every movement and he- I'm sorry I have to stop. Fine, I'll admit it, that one isn't true either. How about this: Lilian Monroe loves thinking about men with rippling abdominal muscles serving her hand and foot, and she wants you to think about them too! She is an avid reader, writer, and lover of all things romance. She loves everything from bad boys to billionaires. Her books are packed with hot hot heat, action, suspense, and everything from second chances to single dads. She hates cheating and loves a good happily ever after (and rippling abs)....