Three Crowns for The Commoner

What happens when three rival princes discover the only way to save their kingdom... is to kneel before her?

A DNA test just blew up my entire life.

Turns out I'm not just Dr. Aurelia Hayes, museum curator from Brooklyn. I'm the secret daughter of a dead king-and the only person who can prevent three powerful houses from tearing each other apart.

The solution? An ancient prophecy that says I have to marry all three of their heirs.

Three princes who've spent their lives as enemies. Three gorgeous, arrogant, infuriating men who need to learn that I'm not some pawn in their political game.

I'm the queen they're going to bow to.

The ice-cold Crown Prince who thinks he can command me? He's about to learn I give the orders in my bed. The brilliant scholar who studies everything? I'm the one subject he'll never fully master. The warrior built for battle? I'll show him that surrender can be its own kind of victory.

They think this is about saving a kingdom. And it is-there's an assassin hunting me, secrets about my father's "death," and ten days until a coronation that might end in civil war.

But it's also about something none of us expected.

Four people learning that power shared is power multiplied. That watching each other fall apart might be even more intoxicating than the fall itself. That unity doesn't mean giving up who you are-it means becoming something bigger together.

The prophecy says I'll unite three houses that have been enemies for centuries.

It doesn't say whether we'll all survive the binding.

Or whether, by the end, I'll want to let any of them go.


A scorching political fantasy where one brilliant woman inherits a kingdom, makes three rival princes submit to her rule (and her bed), and discovers that breaking a centuries-old curse might be easier than breaking down the walls around four guarded hearts.