A man with the world at his feet, and he stole a kiss from me.

It should have ended there, since I had no idea who he was.

Except that kiss was caught by someone's camera, and now the picture is splashed on tabloids all over the world.

I should have recognized him: Prince Alexander of Cambridge.

Royal bad boy.

Exiled heir to the throne.

He's controlling. He's demanding. He's dangerous.

He warns me to stay away--that the press and his family will destroy me. I should run, but I can't.

The last thing I expected was that I'd fall in love, especially since he never will...