Hi Guys,
So growing up I was enamored with Cinderella. Not the Disney version of course, but the version where the fairy godmother was a tree, and the doves cried out about blood. Yes, even as a kid I was a little morbid. Anyway, the point is I've always had a soft spot for that particular fairy tale, and Playing Royal is loosely based on Cinderella.
And today I'm going to share the cover and blurb with you. Cover courtesy of Clarissa at www.boomingcovers.blogspot.com
So growing up I was enamored with Cinderella. Not the Disney version of course, but the version where the fairy godmother was a tree, and the doves cried out about blood. Yes, even as a kid I was a little morbid. Anyway, the point is I've always had a soft spot for that particular fairy tale, and Playing Royal is loosely based on Cinderella.
And today I'm going to share the cover and blurb with you. Cover courtesy of Clarissa at www.boomingcovers.blogspot.com
BLURB
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?
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?