From #1 NYT bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken, a royal holiday tale. Zautland, first off, what a ridiculous name. Second, why of all the princes in this universe am I the chosen one to marry him? He's a Yankee for one. Didn't know he was a prince until two years ago. Was raised in the Bronx and got his own butler drunk within a month of arriving at the castle. I prefer King Frederick, I'd even take my chances with King Arthur. But King Zautland? The king of the three small countries? Ruler of all? No. Just no. This isn't a Hallmark movie. Except it feels like I just fell into one after a certain misunderstanding. I mean, there's a cabin in the woods.Tears are shed.Emotional bonding happens.And through a series of unfortunate events, I'm basically naked with the new king while the other two arrive to... um... save me, from his body heat. Now I have no choice. I have to marry my king on Christmas and try to survive. I hope I at least get egg nog after.Cheers...