We Three Kings

From #1 NYT bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken, a royal holiday tale.

Zautland, first off, what a ridiculous name. Second, why of all the princes in this universe am I the chosen one to marry him?

He’s a Yankee for one.
Didn’t know he was a prince until two years ago.
Was raised in the Bronx and got his own butler drunk within a month of arriving at the castle.

I prefer King Frederick, I’d even take my chances with King Arthur.

But King Zautland? The king of the three small countries? Ruler of all?

No. Just no. This isn’t a Hallmark movie.

Except it feels like I just fell into one after a certain misunderstanding.
I mean, there’s a cabin in the woods.
Tears are shed.
Emotional bonding happens.
And through a series of unfortunate events, I’m basically naked with the new king while the other two arrive to… um… save me, from his body heat.

Now I have no choice. I have to marry my king on Christmas and try to survive.

I hope I at least get egg nog after.
Cheers…