Kiss Me, Princess

Recipe for a Royal Mess:
– one salty princess
– the One that got away
– a quest for a priceless key
Toss together, serve hot.

The princess in question is me, Eugénie — Gigi to family and friends.
The man tasked with helping me find the key is Henri de Bellay.
Yes, that one.
Our mission is both vital and risky.
My cover for being at Henri’s estate in France is a bloggers’ retreat. I do blog, by the way.

But three days in, I begin to doubt whether I can spend another week here with him.
Fate must hate me because Henri’s sex appeal has only grown over the last decade.
As has his inscrutability.
Is he helping me or is he pursuing a hidden agenda?
Trust is the one luxury this princess can’t afford.

Every new clue we unearth promises to bring us closer to the key.
Annoyingly, every laugh, look, and touch that we share—even every spat!—brings me closer to Henri…
Will my armor hold? Am I in for another heartbreak?
Not happening, handsome!
I’m not nineteen anymore.
You. Are. Not. Playing. Me. Again.