If I'd known he had dimples, I never would've agreed to marry him.

Some people are born for parenthood.

Not me.

But I'm about to get it anyway, since there's no one else who can take care of my wild child baby sister. I'm supposed to be spending my days running a flight adventure company with my best friend, but instead, I'm inadvertently getting myself into trouble, just trying to do the right thing and keep her out of trouble, to the point that it's clear I cannot do this on my own.

But who else would want to help us?

Turns out, my biggest enemy.

Mr. Tall, Dark, and Cranky just inherited a country, but in order for Amoria to crown him as King-you know, that job they give to people with no more demanding qualifications than flared nostrils, proper manners, and a taste for crumpets-he needs a wife. Now. Obviously the only person he would ask is as irresistible (and desperate) as me.

And I see no better way to prove I'm ready to take care of my sister than to wear the crown of a queen. No one's ever found fault with royalty, and hey, the job comes with round-the-clock security.

Except in return for helping save my sister, Mr. I'm-Not-Sure-You're-Even-A-Real-Prince Viktor tells me he needs the teeniest, tiniest favor. You see, he doesn't just need help saving his crown. He needs help saving his country.

Remember when I said no one ever found fault with royalty? Try asking that question after you see your frazzled face under the front-page headline of a small country's leading gossip mag...

Hot Heir is a romping fun marriage of convenience romance between a surprise heir and a southern hot mess, complete with the bedroom to end all bedrooms, a run-down alpaca, and that thing with the hot air balloon. This romantic comedy stands alone with no cheating or cliffhangers and ends with a royally awesome happily ever after.