Title : Playing Royal
Author Misti Murphy
Genre : Romance
If the glass slipper fits…
Allie
It’s hard to remember that love is a fairy tale when he comes to my bar.
He’s a complete stranger, an escort, an actor.
Now I’m playing his princess.
I don’t love the pretense, but the glimpses of the real man, those I crave.
Until the clock strikes midnight and this Cinderella finds out what the real stakes are.
Kaiser
An escort? That might be who I pretend to be. In reality? A crown prince.
I’ve been running from who I am for so long that I ran into a problem.
A pretty, dark haired, hazel-eyed, problem.
A girl who is all wrong for the life I’m supposed to lead.
The bigger problem? I like who I am when I’m with her.
Not the escort.
Not the prince.
The real me.
But it can’t last, not when my real life is catching up with me.
Can it?
Standalone within a Series
A hero to rival any book boyfriend. A game that turns fantasy into reality.
His name is Scorch, and he’s my fantasy come to life. I should have known finding a real life hero was too good to be true. But after he rescued me from my captor I couldn’t see him any other way.
Then he tells me he works for The Vice Agency, a company that simulates fantasy into reality. And that everything I know about the last twenty-four hours is a lie.
Except for the men chasing us.
Someone wants me dead, and Scorch is the only thing keeping me alive, but he doesn’t want to be anyone’s hero. He’s a damaged husk of a man.
I swear, if we survive this, I’m going to find a way to prove to him he’s not only a true hero, but he might be more than just the man of my fantasies.
His name is Scorch, and he’s my fantasy come to life. I should have known finding a real life hero was too good to be true. But after he rescued me from my captor I couldn’t see him any other way.
Then he tells me he works for The Vice Agency, a company that simulates fantasy into reality. And that everything I know about the last twenty-four hours is a lie.
Except for the men chasing us.
Someone wants me dead, and Scorch is the only thing keeping me alive, but he doesn’t want to be anyone’s hero. He’s a damaged husk of a man.
I swear, if we survive this, I’m going to find a way to prove to him he’s not only a true hero, but he might be more than just the man of my fantasies.
Misti
Murphy is a sadistic b*tch who loves to emotionally torture fictional
people. If she did that in real life she’d probably end up in prison or a
psych ward so she prefers to create dirty talking alphas and the
sexually frustrated women who fall into their beds. And if someone needs
to be smacked upside the head before f*cking turns to love then that
makes her very happy indeed.
She’s
a huge believer in flaws making us human, and that not everyone likes
bacon. She’s also addicted to chocolate and scared of the effects of the
coming shortage. She swears like a f*cking trooper, and thinks that
graphic smuttiness should be as real in fiction as it is in real life.
When
she’s not writing she’s the perfect housewife and mother. Ha bloody ha!
When she’s not writing she’s hiding in a cupboard with her kindle,
scoffing chocolate, and stalking facebook.
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