Royally Complicated

Sex on the beach with a smoking hot stranger . . .

I blame the tequila. And the way he rode the waves like he owned them. And the delicious way the water trickled down over his washboard abs and the V thingy. And the fact that I'm on the trip that was supposed to be my honeymoon until I caught the bastard cheating.

Yeah, I'm going to blame it on all that. Because reckless behavior is so not usually me. But surfer god Fyn is a breath of fresh air I so badly need. A break from reality of the world around me. One he seems to need, too. It's a single wild moment in my otherwise structured life that seems to be crumbling.

A perfect snapshot in time . . .

Until the royal guard shows up looking for him. Turns out the king of the waves is actually a prince. A real one next in line for the throne. And I just banged him on the sand.

People say a one-night stand can be good for you, especially after a break-up. I'm starting to question that advice. Because finding my prince is only the beginning . . .

Things are about to get royally complicated.

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Hljóðbók: 31 december 2024