She didn’t mean to end up unconscious on a country road in the rain. She especially didn’t mean to be carried inside by a stranger, nursed back to health in a North Oxford flat, and find herself — three weeks later — still there, sharing a kitchen with a man she knows only as Marcus, who makes excellent omelets and is hiding something she hasn’t quite been able to name.

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He wasn’t planning to tell her. He didn’t get to choose. 

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Juliana Treymont is a doctoral student, not a romantic. She has a thesis to finish, a mysteriously neglected inheritance to untangle, and absolutely no business falling for a man whose life was decided long before she came into it. Marcus Gratiani has a kingdom to run, a convalescing father, and every reason to keep his distance from a woman who asks inconvenient questions and notices things she probably shouldn’t.

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They’re not each other’s plan. They might be each other’s person.

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But someone has been watching Juliana for a very long time. And when the danger she’s been kept in the dark about finally finds her, the only thing standing between her and the truth about her past — and her future — is a crown prince who has already decided he’s not letting go.

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Sometimes love gets a little messy