The princess might just be the one wild horse he can’t tame…
Prince Rafe isn’t hiding. He’s just left his country, castle, and ailing father to hang out in the mountains of Montana because everything is going exactly according to his life plan. It has nothing to do with fainting in the Hall of Lords or growing panic over having to lead his country.
Nothing. At. All.
Except when country politics come knocking on his door in the form of a petite blonde Princess with a mouth like a sailor, Rafe is drawn right back into the chaos. Or maybe it’s just that Charli, younger sister to his best friend and closest ally, is chaos incarnate, brash, bold, and not afraid to tell him exactly what she thinks to his face.
And no one tells a Prince what they think to his face.
Charlotte has her own reasons for running away, like a contractual marriage arrangement signed before she was born and a father who won’t see reason, but she has no interest in sharing them with Rafe. Or anything with Rafe, actually… except maybe a night or two under the Montana stars. But Prince Rafe can’t leave a damsel in distress, no matter how much Charli insists she has things under control, and when trouble comes to find them a million miles from the islands they call home, he’s right there by her side.
After all… heavy is the head that wears the crown. Especially when there's no one to share the burden with…
And Charli has no interest in helping the Prince lift the weight of the world… Does she?
