All Miss Selina Mortimer wanted was Society's acceptance-not a scandalous tumble with stubbornly strait-laced Prince Magnus of Thrudheim! A literal tumble, that is, into His Highness's bare, muscular arms, which leaves half the ton convinced Selina's been compromised. So Magnus is honour-bound to ask for her hand...

Now Selina's tied to a man who thinks she's all sunshine and silliness. And whose disapproving glares start a fire blazing within her... Is she doomed to a life of cold royal convenience? Or could her warmth be what's needed to make her husband's icy mask melt?

Perfect for fans of:

¿ Royalty

¿ Marriage of convenience