Crown Jewels

An emotional royal romance from USA Today Bestseller Ella James… 

After that close-up of his package on the sailboat in Morocco, TMZ started calling him Crown Jewels.  

Not that I keep track of Prince Liam. Definitely don’t stalk him online like my friends do.  

I’m out of that scene now. My family’s reality show might still be running, but I’ve been off-screen for a while. When people pass me on the sidewalk, they might squint, but most of them don’t scream “Lucy Rhodes” and ask about my love of Lucky Charms or how my broken toe healed.  

Prince Liam - my stalking his Instagram - that’s just for fun. It’s my dirty little secret. Trust me, I’m the only woman in the world who doesn’t actually want him. 

Except I’m back in the Hamptons for the first time in two years. I’m at a party, and Prince Manwhore is here as well. I tell myself that smile has no effect on me. That his ridiculous charisma is a parlor trick I see right through. 

After our one night together, no one knows that I succumbed.  

It doesn’t matter. It meant nothing.  

Not until I see those two pink lines.