Royal Fake Fiancé
Dirty Royals Book 4
I’m Pippa Welch, and there are three things you should know about me.
One,
I’ve been the steadfast and loyal best friend of His Royal Highness
Lars Løve VII, the second in line to the throne of Denmark, since we met
in middle school. I’m also quite possibly the only woman in the country
who’s never fallen into bed with him.
Two, I would fall into bed with Lars in a heartbeat, and he has no idea.
And three, I’m not really Pippa Welch.
Everything is fine until the night he comes to me, gets on one knee, pops open a ring box, and…
...asks if I’ll fake an engagement with him.
Lars
has been there for me my whole life, so I jump at the chance to help
him before I can think better of it. Take some official photos and show
my face at some fancy events?
Anything for my bestie, the man for whom I’ve held a torch for a decade.
Only
I’m not expecting him to slide his arm around my waist, pull me closer,
and kiss me so deeply I can’t think straight. He’s not supposed to
whisper I want to taste you in my ear during a royal ball, or to slip me
the tongue during the New Years’ parade.
And I really, really wasn’t expecting him to keep up the charade in private.
Lars
is slowly breaking down every barrier I’ve put up to keep him out of my
heart, and more than anything, I want to let him make this engagement
real… but I can’t let him find out my secret.
See, if I let
my mask slip, I’m not the only one whose life would be shattered. And if
I’m not careful, I’ll lose the man I love and my best friend in the
entire world in one fell swoop...
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