When she kissed me, I was shocked. She was a stranger and still so familiar. It wasn't until I woke up to my picture splashed on the cover of tabloids that I realised I knew who she was.
Princess Jade of England.
Royal bad girl.
Exiled heir to the throne.
She isn't Princess Charming. She's controlling. She's demanding. She's dangerous. And I can't say no to her.
We both have secrets, Secrets that could tear us apart or drive us closer together and as the paparazzi exposes each one, I have to decide just how far I'm willing to go for her.