The Royal Elite

I've wasted years waiting to get my life back, and I finally have an opportunity. It's a simple undercover job-but with a catch. A thirteen month-old, crying, diaper-wearing catch. Because I'm not going undercover as a cook, or a driver. I'm the new manny. If it will get me back in the royal family's good graces, I'll grin and bear it. Even on the worst days, I know this will be worth it. I'll keep my head down and do my job. But it's getting harder and harder to ignore my forbidden attraction to the baby's mother.

I'm no knight in shining armor. My suit is tarnished. It was a mistake to lie to Neela, but I had no choice. Protecting her and her baby has become more than a job to me. It's personal. But she'll never trust me again now—and I can't blame her. Our relationship was a house of cards that came tumbling down when she discovered the truth. Luckily for me, she can't fire me. We're stuck together, at least for as long as the threat remains. And I plan to use every second to convince her we belong together.

Unlike my conniving brother, I have no designs on the throne. Let better men rule. I'm happy to let better men rule-I've never pretended to be a good man. I've been in exile, but no longer. I'm finally going home. This time, no one can keep me away. Not Ariel, the woman I left behind. Not the killer on my tail. Hell, not even my cousin-the king-can stop me. But I do have a score to settle. Everything's going just fine until Ariel is assigned to my protection detail. She will ruin everything, and probably enjoy doing it. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

For her I risked it all, but was it worth her paying the price? She knows my secret. Now, what will she do to protect it and the crown? What will I be willing to do to protect her? That answer is easy . . . everything.

It was supposed to be a simple job . . . Go to the Winston Isles, they said. Be a double for a billionaire, they said. Well nothing is ever simple.