Royal Pain Next Door

My grumpy next-door neighbor, Prince Julian Kingston III, was obnoxious and opinionated. I never expected to be attracted to him.

As a small-town artist in Cherry Lane, my life was simple—until Julian moved in to escape his demanding and royal obligations. He pretended to be just a regular guy. Yeah, right.

He had a knack for getting under my skin and giving unsolicited advice, which irritated me.

The Cherry Lane Holiday Celebration forced us into an unwanted proximity. We clashed over everything.

Despite his antics and our bickering, an undeniable chemistry developed. His occasional moments of vulnerability drew me in.

As we got closer and things seemed to align, I was torn between trusting him and fearing his royal responsibilities would always come first.