One royal error in judgment was all it took for me to lose everything.
I’ve wasted years waiting to get my life back, and I finally have an opportunity. It’s a simple undercover job--but with a catch. A thirteen month-old, crying, diaper-wearing catch. Because I’m not going undercover as a cook, or a driver. I’m the new manny.
If it will get me back in the royal family’s good graces, I’ll grin and bear it. Even on the worst days, I know this will be worth it. I’ll keep my head down and do my job.
But it’s getting harder and harder to ignore my forbidden attraction to the baby’s mother.
The attraction that could ruin my last chance to get back in the palace.