Lone Prince - Monroe, Lilian

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Résumé :
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)....

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:
I'm stranded in a snowed-in castle with a big, bad prince... The plan was to visit my grandmother at the Arctic palace in the Kingdom of Nord. I was supposed to get the information I needed for work, give Grandma a big hug, then get out. Things...aren't going according to plan. For one, the castle is being battered by the biggest storm it's seen in centuries. I'm stuck, and Grandma isn't even here. In her place is a prince with honey-colored eyes and a body that was made for war. He's big and burly and...oof, my poor panties. They don't stand a chance when Prince Wolfe looks at me like he wants to eat me. I'm pretending I don't like the fire in the prince's eyes, which, to be honest, is also not going great. He can see right through my fake hostility. How am I supposed to work when he's walking around like some wild, Nordic god with a chip on his shoulder and a very big- Never mind. Listen, it's temporary. As soon as this storm lets up, I'll be out of here. All I have to do is keep it professional for a few short days. Easy, right? Ha. Yeah. Right....