Bryce Fierce seems to have everything a woman wants. Brains—he’s a certified genius after all—good looks, a successful career, and a family name many wanted to lay claim to. But what he really wanted was someone who was interested in him and not what he could offer. So he came up with a type and that is what he was going after…too bad for someone who was always right, he found out how wrong he really was.
Call me Lucy
I’m told they don’t know how old I am, where I came from, or if I even have a home. All the doctors know is that I was hit by a car three weeks ago, lost my memory, and no one has tried to claim me since. Not one person in the whole damn world knows who I am. The social worker, Lillian, wants to put me in a shelter since I’m homeless. And nameless. I prefer to be on the street than in a shelter. Somehow, Lillian convinces me to live at her place. With her brother. Billy.
The Princess Problem
One minute I’m starting my dream life in NYC, and the next, a man too hot for his own good is banging on my door, telling me that I’m a long lost princess of a country on the other side of the Atlantic. Not exactly your typical Friday night in the Big Apple. Suddenly, all of my plans for the future are yanked away. I’m trapped in a life filled with social obligations—and stilettos!—and an uptight royal family I didn’t know existed. They, and the whole rest of the freaking country, have lofty expectations I’m not sure I can meet.