it in lurid detail. King Liam’s Cock: The Biggest Attraction in Anglefell.”
“If that’s really your only point of pride in Anglefell, you have serious problems.”
Being queen of the country comes with a shitload of responsibilities, and fitting in time for my own personal projects has been difficult, but I’ve managed to get a thriving Facebook page going. People want to know what it’s like being me. They’re interested in what I have to say, and not all of it’s about my life. Occasionally, I’m invited to write columns for magazines. I have a freelance position at Huffingtown Press, a news website in California. I’ve been dying to write a travel essay for Anglefell for ages, but I’m not sure they’d even accept a piece like that from me. Like I said. Major conflict of interest.
“If they don’t like it, they’ll tell you to rewrite it. Worst-case scenario, you can always publish it on your Facebook page.”
Yeah, I guess.
I stand up, tired of staring at that bright screen. I glance through the window of our hotel room, gazing over the twinkling lights of Washington, DC. It’s strange to be surrounded by so much noise. The silence in Anglefell used to unnerve me, but now I can’t sleep when I’m in a major city.
Liam slides up behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist. His head props on my shoulder as he looks at the city.
“I can’t believe we’re here. I thought I’d never be able to visit the States.”
I nearly shit myself when Liam told me we’d be attending a state dinner held in Liam’s honor at the White House. He wanted me to wear a vibrator during the dinner, but I threw it at his head instead.
“Do you miss it?”
“America? Yeah, definitely, but homesickness is like any other illness. It’ll pass.”
We’re flying to California the next day for my parents to meet Liam. I’m excited about it, but Harronvale’s sleepy, fairy-tale village calls to me in the back of my mind.
“I brought us something,” he says in a completely different voice.
“What?”
Liam kisses my neck and disappears from my side. I turn around to see him rummaging through a duffel bag and carefully unwrapping something that looks like it was quadruple wrapped in plastic bubbles. A hint of gold gleams through the package, and my jaw drops when he pulls my crown out.
“Guess what I smuggled through customs?”
“Liam! Are you insane? They are worth millions of dollars. What if they got lost?”
“How could they get lost on my private jet?”
He’s fucking crazy.
Liam’s smoldering gaze heats my skin as he walks into my body, his hand spreading over my back as he places the crown on my head.
“Who knew that Dirty Prince’s kink was to fuck another royal?”
“Indeed.”
He yanks at my waist so I’m against his chest, my heart pounding. My stomach tightens as he sweeps his hand around, touching me.
“Your king commands an heir.”
I bury my face in his neck, stifling a laugh.
“You laugh, but I’m bloody serious,” he says with a smile in his voice. “Want another go at making a royal baby?”
I pull my head back, my face burning under his stare. “Yes.”
His smile gives my heart a bump. Wherever he is, I’m home. I never expected this marriage to have a fairy-tale ending, but now it’s definitely happily ever after.
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Chapter One
Izzy
Oh God—that’s him.
I look up at the half dozen or so Jumbotrons illuminated with a handsome man’s face. Dimples curve into his pale cheeks as he stares out into the crowd through a pair of insolent eyes, which are fixed into a permanent scowl. He wears a black suit that must be sweltering in the June heat. Charcoal hair sweeps across his forehead, unkempt. It’s a face I know intimately like the lines in my palm. I used to trace him in the darkness, running my fingers over his full lips, the short stubble of his beard, his high cheekbones. It was a face I wanted burned in my memory.
Then it became one I wanted to burn out of my head. Just