I'm pregnant.
The problem?
The father is going to be king, and I'm not exactly meant to be a queen...
I'm only pretending to be someone else for one, measly little Royal Ball.
Just sneaking into the biggest event in the kingdom for a few hours.
How did my best friend talk me into this again?
I could probably get arrested for trespassing on royal property, but as long as I don't get caught, I'll be fine.
...until the Crown Prince himself finds me wandering around the castle unsupervised.
He's tall, broad, and he slays me with one look.
The most gorgeous man I've ever seen in my life.
The second his eyes meet mine, I know I'm in trouble.
Big, prince-shaped Trouble with a capital 'T'.
But Trouble feels too good to resist.
Trouble makes my cheeks burn when it whispers dirty things in my ear.
Trouble makes me feel like a woman for the first time in a long, long time.
And what happens at the castle stays at the castle...right?
Wrong.
As it turns out, Trouble has consequences. Those consequences have ten little fingers and ten little toes, and a mother who is completely unprepared.
Lucky for me, Trouble comes knocking down my door, demanding to know why I lied about my name...