Title : Playing Royal
Author Misti Murphy
Genre : Romance
If the glass slipper fits…
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.
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.
|I want my own simulation ! and i want my own Kai he’ll i don’t even have to have the world that surrounds him just the man himself, i swooned so much over this story and i adore all these men and i want to live in this world, whew so damm HOT , i read this book in about 4 hours that’s how much i loved it and my kindle died half way through and i nearly had a heart attack waiting for the thing to charge so i could get right back to my KAI
Sweet Sweet sexy beautiful Kai and the sex is sooo HOT all i kept thinking is i need me this man now !
i tell you something i won’t forget this hottie in a hurry that’s for sure
Would Kai Be My Book Boyfriend ? He’ll yes he is my book husband all these men are MINE #CLAIMED
Standalone within a Series
A hero to rival any book boyfriend. A game that turns fantasy into reality.
His name is Scorch, and he’s my fantasy come to life. I should have known finding a real life hero was too good to be true. But after he rescued me from my captor I couldn’t see him any other way.
Then he tells me he works for The Vice Agency, a company that simulates fantasy into reality. And that everything I know about the last twenty-four hours is a lie.
Except for the men chasing us.
Someone wants me dead, and Scorch is the only thing keeping me alive, but he doesn’t want to be anyone’s hero. He’s a damaged husk of a man.
I swear, if we survive this, I’m going to find a way to prove to him he’s not only a true hero, but he might be more than just the man of my fantasies.
Misti Murphy is a sadistic b*tch who loves to emotionally torture fictional people. If she did that in real life she’d probably end up in prison or a psych ward so she prefers to create dirty talking alphas and the sexually frustrated women who fall into their beds. And if someone needs to be smacked upside the head before f*cking turns to love then that makes her very happy indeed.
She’s a huge believer in flaws making us human, and that not everyone likes bacon. She’s also addicted to chocolate and scared of the effects of the coming shortage. She swears like a f*cking trooper, and thinks that graphic smuttiness should be as real in fiction as it is in real life.
When she’s not writing she’s the perfect housewife and mother. Ha bloody ha! When she’s not writing she’s hiding in a cupboard with her kindle, scoffing chocolate, and stalking facebook.