Writing about Royals may seem like the dream job, but let me tell youâitâs not. Always looking for a way to crush the happily-ever-after, no thank you, Iâm through. Thatâs why when my boss demands an exposĂ©, on the most notorious prince around, I decide to march right up to her office to tell her I quit. ExceptâŠI get stuck in the elevator along the way. And Iâm not alone. Iâm with him. The guy Iâm supposed to expose. The reason Iâm quitting. Meet Bachelor Royalty Extraordinaire, whose romantic prowess is legendary. With his sultry bedroom eyes and lean muscles, heâs the hottest prince around. And heâs staring at me, with that Romeo-I-must-have-you look about him, which makes my knees go weak. Three hours in a small, confined space, is a long time. After I spill my guts and tell him everything, we do a lot more than talk. By the time I leave, heâs turned me around. And thereâs no way Iâm quitting. Not until I help him prove heâs not the womanizing bad boy my boss thinks he is anyway. He says it will be fun, and I agree. But when the lines of our plan begin to blur, and itâs hard to tell whatâs real from what isnât, I realize too late, whatâs fun to him might cost me my heart. My exposĂ© has a name: itâs Prince Julius Monaco. This is our story.