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. 

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

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. 

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

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. 

Sometimes love gets a little messy.

Sometimes love gets a little messy.

She didn't mean to follow the money all the way to Marvidinia. She especially didn't mean to find herself partnered with a man who reads a room the way she reads a story — and who has apparently been reading her for longer than she knew. 

He wasn't planning to involve her. He didn't get the option. 

HRH Major Fineas Gratiani operates in the dark — classified missions, classified methods, a classified life that has left very little room for anything else. He has a conspiracy to dismantle and a royal family to protect. The last thing he intends is to need a journalist to do it. Leonora Rossi has spent eighteen months following a money trail that keeps getting more dangerous the closer she gets to the truth. She didn't come this far to back down — not even for a prince. 

They aren't allies. They aren't friends. 

They might be the only thing standing between the Kingdom of Marvidinia and the people who have been quietly working to destroy it for a very long time. The truth was always there. Finding it will cost them everything they thought they knew about trust. 

Sometimes you’re blinded by the truth. Sometimes you need someone to rip the blindfold away.

Sometimes Love Gets a Little Messy.

She didn't mean to need rescuing. She especially didn't mean for the person who came for her to be the one man she'd spent the better part of a year trying to get out of her head — armed, in tactical gear, and entirely too competent for her own peace of mind. 

He wasn't planning to go after her. He didn't get to choose. 

Princess Francesca Gratiani is a culinary student, not a damsel. She has a Grand Diplôme to earn, a Paris life she's built entirely on her own terms, and absolutely no business still thinking about a man who told her, in no uncertain terms, that nothing between them would ever happen. Nicco Devinero has a royal family to protect, a guilt he can't put down, and every reason to keep his distance from a woman who has always seen straight through every defense he's ever built. 

They're not each other's plan. They never were. 

But someone has been watching Francesca since before she ever boarded a flight to Paris. And when the danger no one saw coming finally finds her, the only thing standing between her and the truth about who she is — and who she's always been to him — is a man who has spent years convincing himself he isn't good enough, finally deciding she's worth the risk. 

Sometimes love requires a rescue. Sometimes it requires finally getting out of your own way.

Sometimes love gets a little messy.

She didn't mean to end up at gunpoint in a remote village when a coup broke during a sandstorm. She especially didn't mean to be rescued by a man in full tactical gear who neutralized two armed rebels in under thirty seconds — and then checked on her patient. 

He hadn’t planned to go after her alone. He had no other choice. 

HRH Lieutenant Commander Renaldo Gratiani has twenty men, two helicopters, and a classified evacuation mission to execute. Callista Pappas has been a field nurse in Mizrah for six months with a humanitarian mission. She's seen hard things and handled worse. She didn't expect someone to notice she was holding the seams together before she noticed it herself. 

They didn’t plan to need each other. The desert didn't ask. 

But someone sent them into an operation designed to fail. And with comms dead, safety a hundred miles away, and a flash flood rearranging every option, the only thing between them and the sea is days of desert, mountains and rebel-held coastline neither of them can defeat alone — and the gradual understanding they need each other for much more than survival. 

Sometimes love doesn't ask permission. Sometimes it finds you in the dark and doesn't let go.