A man with the world at his feet, and he stole a kiss from me. It should have ended there, since I had no idea who he was. Except that kiss was caught by someone's camera, and now the picture is splashed on tabloids all over the world. I should have recognized him: Prince Alexander of Cambridge. Royal bad boy. Exiled heir to the throne. He's controlling. He's demanding. He's dangerous. He warns me to stay away-that the press and his family will destroy me. I should run, but I can't. The last thing I expected was that I'd fall in love, especially since he never will...