The Prince and the Double Shot (Runaway Prince Hotel #2)

When Zane made me a coffee – I had no idea that what he had actually brewed me was magic! I had a thing for gingers, but we could not be a match. There were rules about this kind of thing!

Losing Petra destroyed me. Our love was gone, and so was my life. How long can someone be a shadow before they completely fade away? I had watched, and it was awful.

My time of mourning, at my mother’s orders, had to come to an end, and she knew the perfect place for me to heal　Princadelphia in America… I hadn’t been overly excited by the trip. But the place had surprised me.

Too many emotions flooded through me as I explored and tried to find some semblance of joy again. I didn’t deal well with emotions. Royalty never did.

But Zane, the barista/lifeguard who works at the hotel, had begun to pierce my armor. How was I to know that my new love might actually destroy me? His secret threatened to destroy us all – my heart most of all. How could I ever trust him? How could I stop my heart from jumping when he walked into the room?