Pretend Princess With Benefits by Lara Swann

I’m not a princess. And this isn’t a fairytale.
Even if my Playboy Prince seems to think it is.
He asked me to marry him. Sort of.
No way. I’m not playing this crazy game.
But then I lost that stupid bet…
So now, maybe I’m playing princess after all.
The kind of princess who curses off camera, offends his uptight parents, and runs away from high society events.
Well, I did warn him.
His family will never go for this.
I’m too out-spoken. Too unsophisticated. Too American.
But maybe they’ll believe my playboy prince is trying to settle down and fulfill his duties.
If I can just make it through these crazy traditions in one piece.
My one consolation?
The Prince’s dashing, playboy looks. His hard, muscular body and panty-melting charm. That cocky grin and knowing gaze.
…not to mention his crown jewels.
Sure, princesses are meant to be virtuous and pure.
They don’t tempt or tease. They ignore that hot, princely charm.
And they definitely don’t saunter through the castle hallways or whisper naughty ideas in polite company.
But if I have to pretend for the summer?
I’m going to be a princess with benefits.