The boot wasn’t the only thing that needed to fit.
I’ve rejected every suitor in the kingdom. Too soft. Too quick. Too boring. I was about ready to resign myself to a lifetime of disappointment when three masked strangers appeared at my ball and proved that satisfaction isn’t a fairy tale after all.
Ash is built like a siege weapon and looks at me like I’m something to be conquered. Slade has a silver tongue, clever hands, and notices everything. And Wreck? Wreck has the self-control of a forest fire and the stamina to match.
When the clock strikes midnight, they vanish.
And what do they leave me? One massive boot. One elegant glove. And one deeply unhinged ferret.
So I do what any reasonable princess would do. I launch the most thorough manhunt in royal history.
Every eligible man will try on the boot. The ones who pass will face… additional inspection. I have criteria. Specific criteria. Size. Curve. Staying power.
I’m not settling for anything less than perfect.
Eight hundred forty-seven men inspected.
Eight hundred forty-seven men found wanting.
Turns out most men don’t measure up. In any category.
But what happens when I discover my perfect matches aren’t princes at all, but the three men with very big… boots who’ve been shoveling pig manure on a farm three miles from my castle?
Easy.
I keep all of them.
A wickedly funny, why-choose Cinderella retelling with a princess who does the rescuing, three brothers with very different talents, who shovel pig manure for a living, and an animal entourage that deserves its own book.
Happily (filthily) ever after guaranteed.
I’ve rejected every suitor in the kingdom. Too soft. Too quick. Too boring. I was about ready to resign myself to a lifetime of disappointment when three masked strangers appeared at my ball and proved that satisfaction isn’t a fairy tale after all.
Ash is built like a siege weapon and looks at me like I’m something to be conquered. Slade has a silver tongue, clever hands, and notices everything. And Wreck? Wreck has the self-control of a forest fire and the stamina to match.
When the clock strikes midnight, they vanish.
And what do they leave me? One massive boot. One elegant glove. And one deeply unhinged ferret.
So I do what any reasonable princess would do. I launch the most thorough manhunt in royal history.
Every eligible man will try on the boot. The ones who pass will face… additional inspection. I have criteria. Specific criteria. Size. Curve. Staying power.
I’m not settling for anything less than perfect.
Eight hundred forty-seven men inspected.
Eight hundred forty-seven men found wanting.
Turns out most men don’t measure up. In any category.
But what happens when I discover my perfect matches aren’t princes at all, but the three men with very big… boots who’ve been shoveling pig manure on a farm three miles from my castle?
Easy.
I keep all of them.
A wickedly funny, why-choose Cinderella retelling with a princess who does the rescuing, three brothers with very different talents, who shovel pig manure for a living, and an animal entourage that deserves its own book.
Happily (filthily) ever after guaranteed.