Commander Conrad Larsen isn’t interested in babysitting some timid princess, but the queen has demanded a qualified bodyguard for the girl and as a decorated war hero, Conrad comes highly qualified.
What he’s not qualified for? Defending his heart against the soft-spoken, traumatized angel that seeks safety in his arms.
His defenses drop in the company of such sweetness and grace, but princesses don’t marry bodyguards, do they?
He’ll see about that.
