As a child, Aleta Clayton’s favorite bedtime stories had been about the faraway kingdom of Monticello. She’d longed to believe her mother’s claim that she was related to the glamorous royal family, but that was hardly likely. Now Aleta was all grown-up, and the closest the Chicago secretary had ever gotten to royalty was by reading the tabloid gossip columns. Still, a woman could dream… Bachelor Prince Giancarlo of Monticello had been ordered by his mother, the queen, to marry and produce an heir. Where on earth was he going to find a chaste woman with Monticellan blood? In Chicago, according to his advisers. Aleta Clayton was the only possible princess candidate. But it never dawned on Prince Giancarlo that she’d refuse an arranged royal marriage—because she was waiting for something as intangible as love!

Three stories, each exploring what it means to be 'Ion'. Or maybe what it means to not be Ion.

from fictiondb: THE LADY CATRIN HAD SURVIVED A NIGHTMARISH PAST Now her willful ways had plunged her headlong into danger --- and into the arms of Nicholas Talbot, a man whose very presence stirred up emotions she had long thought buried forever. HE ALONE COULD PROTECT THE LADY CATRIN FROM HER ENEMIES Yet Lord Nicholas Talbot felt like a fraud. For beneath his thin coat of nobility lay a troubled past, and an even more troubling passion for the lovely Catrin, a woman who could never be his .