Prince Edgar enjoys his life. Sure, he stays cloistered behind the Palace walls maybe a bit too much, and his old-fashioned mode of dress and quiet demeanor aren't winning him any Hottest Bachelor titles... But he's content to go on as he always has, hiding the real him and always, always doing his duty to the Kingdom.
And then he meets Cyrus.
Cyrus Lee lives on the wrong side of town, works a crap job, and doesn't make a habit of saving strangers in the middle of the night. Except for the one time he does. But he learns quickly that falling in love with a prince doesn't automatically equal a happy ever after.
Horrible. Nothing quite gels into this story, especially the attraction between loud-mouthed, brain-dead, quasi low-life Cyrus and by-the-book prince charming Edgar, the stark speed with which their relationship jumps forward from strangers to friends with benefits to committed lovers, and the strangely muted acceptance shown by everyone of Cyrus' elevation to palace functions despite his conspicuous lack of credentials and even abilities. The minimalist writing style utterly fails at polishing this tired collection of clichés into a cohesive book: things are told, never shown, and badly told at that, as if we were watching a late-night television flick, there is no pacing to speak of, the characters remain a sorry bunch of cardboard figures, none of whom exhibit a spark of life, and the ending is as lame as one could expect, with the King predictably accepting at last Edgar's choice of consort on account of his own past (he was in the same predicament with an unacceptable woman, and chose to embrace the Crown instead). Frankly, I am flabbergasted that there still are publishers who accept such manuscripts; even the average Siren book makes better sense as a narrative.
Honestly, I read the first 3rd of the book and skimmed the rest. It had a lot of potential. However, the transition from being strangers to being in a relationship to Cyrus living at the palace to him working for Edgar just doesn't work. The transition wasn't smooth to me. It felt quite like a story based on lust or someone's first sexual experience rather than on love.
I understand that Edgar found Cyrus's sometimes crude personality refreshing, but not to me. Opposites attract. Yes. But not in this case. I actually found myself wanting to read about Julian instead. Shame.