We met. We kissed. We fought for our happily-ever-after, but true love stories never end. I promised her protection. I promised to keep her safe. I thought I could, until an attack reminds me that our lives will never be simple. But while I try to shield her, Clara refuses to be intimidated by me or anyone else. She thinks hosting the Sovereign Games will bring us all together - as a nation and a family - but someone is working against us. Someone who wants to see my secrets exposed to the world...and to her.

I never expected to fall in love with Smith Price. Now he was more than my lover. He was my obsession. My savior. My future. But someone had to pay for the sins of our fathers. Ghosts don't always haunt you. Sometimes they stalk you down and demand retribution. We promised each other forever, but we might not live to see tomorrow.

I made myself a promise: No men. No romance. No waiting around for a prince that's not going to come. Because some girls don't get happily ever afters. Some girls only get broken hearts. Which is exactly why I should stay away from him. He's vile. He's arrogant. He's controlling. And I don't trust him. But some men get into your blood - under your skin. Some men you just can't get enough of. Some men you just crave.

I was upgraded to first class on a flight from London to New York. The food, champagne, and service were impeccable. The blue-eyed man sitting next to me, even better. He was suave and intelligent. We talked and laughed, and something clicked. Fate took over and the plane was grounded, and we had an unexpected stopover for the night. With no plans, we made our own. 

It all started with a mysterious blue note sewn into a wedding dress. Something blue. I’d gone to sell my own unworn bridal gown at a vintage clothing store. That’s when I found another bride’s “something old.” Stitched into the lining of a fabulously feathered design was the loveliest message I’d ever read: Thank you for making all of my dreams come true. The name embossed on the blue stationery: Reed Eastwood, obviously the most romantic man who ever lived. I also discovered he’s the most gorgeous. If only my true-love fantasies had stopped there.