European royal Sandro Leone refuses to let his friends spend Christmas alone, so he rents a house for them to share—and finds a strange and lovely woman already there.
Serena is embarrassed to be discovered in her hideaway and fights a fierce attraction to the charming playboy prince. Things get worse when a surprise winter storm prevents his friends from arriving and leaves them stranded—together.
“We all make mistakes,” he said again in that infuriatingly therapeutic tone.
“Do we? I bet you don’t ever make mistakes.” She couldn’t get herself to sound calm. Emotion that had built up in her in the last few weeks, heck, maybe the last year—or maybe her whole life—exploded to the surface. “Why would you? You’re the handsome prince—the knight in shining armor—who any girl would welcome into her life. I bet you’ve never experienced a single moment of rejection.”
He watched her, bemused, and she fought a powerful urge to slap him hard across his handsome, arrogant face. “Have you?”
Her answer came in the form of a hard, hot kiss.
Sandro’s lips crushed over hers, and her protest evaporated instantly in the fire of his kiss. Her limbs grew weak as his big, strong arms wrapped around her. The warmth of his body enveloped her, and his musky, masculine scent overwhelmed her senses.
For a crazy instant she was able to just let go—of all the pain, the embarrassment, the disappointment, the secrecy, the uncertainty about herself and her future—and lose herself in the fierce intensity of his kiss.
A sudden gust of wind threw sand against them and stung her cheek hard enough for her to pull back. She stared at him, blinking, for a moment. Then her heart sank and shame flooded through her. “I guess you just proved my point.”