…long after the tiaras have been tucked away and the courtly smiles have faded—a new kind of princess emerges. She isn’t confined to the gilded edges of a fairytale castle. No, darling. She slips off her royal heels, brushes stardust from her collarbones, and lets her truest desires whisper through the moonlight.

She’s not looking for a prince to rescue her.
She’s looking for someone to wreck her… with consent, or maybe in a story, without.

Because sometimes the most hones...