Princess Game

Thirty girls. One fae prince. Who will win the tiara?

A competition for the fae prince to find his "one true love," hosted at a glamorous faerie palace and televised for the entire human world to watch. Honestly? It's ridiculous. I have zero interest in it.

I may fit the "rags" part of the Cinderella mold—an ex-foster kid who literally came from nothing—but the heir to this faerie throne is no Prince Charming. From what I've heard, he's an arrogant a-hole just like the rest of the fae who stepped into our world a few years back and decided they were better than us.

I have no desire to marry one of them. And then I accidentally wind up as one of the contestants.

Before I can wrap my mind around it, I'm whisked away into a world of glamor and magic, dresses and balls, backstabbing princess wannabes, and a faerie prince who seems to want to be here even less than I do.

But the longer I'm part of the competition, the more I realize the Glittering Palace isn't what it seems on the surface.

And neither, it turns out, is the prince.