What happens when you mix an average American woman with a decidedly average future King? I can tell you from experience-a whole lot of complications. You see, four months ago, my all-American sister, Kelsey, found out that she's not actually my sister-she's a princess of a country we'd never heard of. She begged me to come along when she was whisked off to her new palace, so here I am. An outsider who doesn't fit in anywhere. Now that she's settled, I should go back to my exciting new career in New York. I absolutely should stay in a country where I got shot (long story), where I suck so badly at the national sport that I accidentally murdered the symbol of the monarchy in front of half the country, and-oh yeah-where I can't stop ogling Kelsey's brother. The Crown Prince. The man who has to marry a very important princess. (not me) The man who must create the heir to the throne. (without me) The man I absolutely can never be with. (remember that long story?) The man who just gave me the best sex of my life... Did I mention that it's complicated?