Prince by Miranda Martin

Consider this—who exactly comes to a cotillion?

Females. Young, innocent, virgin females. That’s who.Enough to satisfy even my desires.Women are my weakness and I indulge that weakness as often as I can.Gold-diggers. Coquettes. Self-serving opportunists. I’m a Prince, why wouldn’t they throw themselves at me? I take what’s freely offered because it’s satisfying, but I’ll never love someone who has nothing but a pretty face.I’m not interested in being the hunted.Not when there’s prey as delicious as Elle Gray.Sweet, intelligent, motivated. The girl I can’t get out of my head.She’s got her ticket away from mediocrity, an acceptance letter to a prestigious fashion school. All she needs is a sponsor.A sponsor she can find at my cotillion.I’ll find her again that night.And that night I’ll be her first…