Royal Bastard

I caught Prince Edward with his pants down—literally. After I picked my jaw up off the floor, I snapped a pic of his royal jewels and glorious arse.

Now he's pissed at me and will do anything to keep the photo from getting out. He's even sweetened the deal by of offering me a job as his publicist. But that's not all he wants...

His charms won't work on me. I don't care if he's hot enough to melt my panties.

He's arrogant, cocky and infuriating—and he can't have me.