Virgin for the Prince by J.S. Scott

Diana:
Who ever said that money fixes everything? Well, I can tell you firsthand that they were dead wrong. I was born an only child to one of the wealthiest families in America, and all I’ve ever felt was loneliness and a sense that I may have been adopted. I don’t fit in. I never have. When all my mother wanted was for me to marry into another prestigious family, I wanted an education and to just be…normal. It’s not that I don’t appreciate having a roof over my head and everything my heart desires. Problem is, what I really want is something money can’t buy. I want to be loved for who I am and not how much money my father acquired before his death.

At the age of twenty-four, I’m still a virgin, and a freak among my peers because of my fascination with all things history and literature, my bad hair, my bizarre eyes, and my complete lack of style. When my mother wants to send me away to a house party on a little-known island nation, I jump at the opportunity. Hardly anybody from the outside gets invited to Rubare Virgina, and it’s rich in history. Sure, I realize that she’s aiming high and trying to marry me off to some pompous, obscenely wealthy prince, but I’ve decided I’d resolve that problem at the masquerade ball at the beginning of my stay on the island.

I’d lose my virginity to the first guy who would have me, making myself ineligible to be any royal’s wife on Rubare Virgina. Then I could just enjoy my stay in my own nerdy sort of way. Pretty simple. Until it becomes…complicated.

Prince Niccolino is nothing like I thought he would be. He’s real. He’s honest. And he’s hotter than Florida in July. He’s everything a woman could ever want or need, and he’s loyal to those he cares about and his country. But there’s just one tiny problem: I’m no longer the virgin he needs to marry. I’d forfeited my opportunity for more with Prince Nic when I’d given away my virginity at the masquerade ball to a complete stranger. Could it be that I’ve finally found my Prince and my heart’s desire only to have it torn away because of my one stupid indiscretion??