ログイン"Our marriage is not some fairy tale. And my new wife? She’s not exactly a fan of the crown jewels. I’m a prince and heir to the throne of Salasia. I’m the most eligible bachelor in Europe. You’d think any woman would be ecstatic to marry me. Except for the one woman who I must marry to save my throne. She’d rather give me a poison apple than true love’s kiss. Now the pair of us must convince the world that our marriage isn’t just a convenient arrangement. As for me? I’ll prove to this stubborn princess that happily ever after isn’t just for fairy tales. The Princess I Hate to Love is the conclusion to The Heir Affair Duet, beginning with book one, The Prince I Love to Hate. "
もっと見るA coffee addict and cat lover, USA Today bestselling author Iris Morland writes sparkling, swoon-worthy romances, including the Flower Shop Sisters and the Love Everlasting series.If she's not reading or writing, she enjoys binging on Netflix shows and cooking something delicious.Sign up for my newsletter to stay up-to-date with new releases, sales, and exclusive giveaways! Facebook Twitter BookBub Goodreads Instagram
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The moment I woke up after my best friend’s raucous bachelorette party in Las Vegas, I realized two things in quick succession:To my horror, the man had his arm slung across me, and it weighed at least a thousand pounds, I was sure. My bladder yelled profanities at me as I pushed at the ridiculously heavy arm trapping me against the bed.Finally, he turned over, taking his arm with him. I shuffled to the bathroom and didn’t feel the panic hit me until after I’d peed and saw the ring on my left hand.Ring. Left hand. I didn’t wear a ring there anymore since I’d caught my ex-fiancé cheating on me. I’d thrown the ring David had bought me in his face.This ring wasn’t that diamond David had gotten me. I peered more closely at it. It was—plastic? Was it from a ring pop?Did I call the police? No, that was stupid. 911, I got married last night to a stranger. Yeah, that’d go over well. I was sure the Vegas police would just laugh and tell us to get a lawyer.I heard movement in the roo
Once upon a time, a prince married a girl who didn’t want to marry him. Their marriage was rocky, and the prince realized that, if he was going to keep his new princess by his side, he’d have to make the ultimate sacrifice.The princess, touched by his generosity, accepted his heart, and he hers.I never thought I’d have a fairy tale romance. I might be a prince, but they were fairy tales for a reason.Niamh, of course, had proven me wrong entirely about that.Five years after we’d married, the palace held a ball to celebrate the coronation of me and my princess as the new reigning sovereigns. My parents had decided to abdicate, feeling that their time in the spotlight had come to an end.“We’re going to be late,” I said to Laurent. We were waiting for Niamh and company to arrive for our grand entrance into the ballroom.“I heard something about a ‘kitten explosion,’ Your Highness,” replied Laurent gravely.“I don’t even want to know what that means.”With only a minute t
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Rain pattered against the window. It was an oddly cold, blustery day for late summer. Normally, the windows would be wide open, the palace tending toward being stuffy and hot.The closed window made me feel confined. Or perhaps it was that I was having to have this conversation with my mother—a
Niamh refused to speak with me for the next two days. On the third day, I used the same trick I’d used on our wedding night to enter her bedroom.Only to find my wife nowhere in sight.Celia startled when she saw me. She immediately mumbled something and tried to hurry away, but I stopped her.“Where i
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