Juliet James needs a prince charming.

She doesn’t want one. Hell, no. She’s a spitfire with eyes that cut like diamonds, and the last thing she wants is for me to make all her troubles disappear.

Nothing good comes for free, she says. And I don’t take handouts.

She might not take handouts, but she will take this deal.

Because the other thing I know about Juliet James?

She doesn’t have any other choice.