Title: THE PRINCESS PARADOX: A MODERN FAIRY TALE
Genre: Women's fiction with romance
Word Count: 90,000
Locked away in a self-imposed dungeon slogging through life in her coffee shop, twenty-five-year-old Nora Roseberry has written off the probability Prince Charming will come rescue her. But fate is about to throw a heaping pile of “what now?” that she won't be able to ignore. This damsel in distress may just have to redefine happily ever after.
When roguish Aidan O'Neill comes-a-courtin' in response to a “last stab at romance” ad Nora places in the newspaper, she's shocked (but a teensy bit flattered). Aidan isn't the kind of prince who needs relationship help -- evidenced by the sheer volume of maidens that cross his threshold. Besides, he doesn't go for women like her. He dates knockouts. As suspected, Aidan reveals he answered the ad for his equally handsome brother Finn. Uncomfortable with his flirting and confused by her own foolish desire, Nora agrees impulsively to a date with the unknown Finn. She quickly finds out Finn is everything fairy tales promised and more. Romantic, sincere, and ready to commit, he soon proposes -- just when Aidan seems to have decided to change his ways and pursue Nora himself. But it's too late. Nora's the blissful princess being carried away by her handsome hero. Upon introducing Finn to her fairy godmother, a.k.a. grandma with grit, Granny uncovers what Nora works hard to deny -- she's in love with someone, but it's not Finn. With a wedding looming, a caustic-mother-to-be waiting to rip her to shreds, and a night with Aidan sprinkled with moonlight and magic, there's only one decision she can make. And it will risk everything she's worked so hard to make fairy tale perfect.
I wish I had the guts to tell my best friend I'd rather gouge out my eyes with a cocktail weenie than be at her wedding. Weddings, by nature, raise numerous questions if you’re single. People you don’t even know approach you as if it’s open season on any insensitive question they can muster. Are you involved? Did you just break up with someone? Are you a lesbian?
My answer to all of these is an emphatic "no". But explaining my feelings to Jillian, well, that just makes her try to hook me up with someone even more. Which is why I'm sitting here in dressing room I-lost-count, watching her zip up a beautiful Marchesa bridal gown, dreading this whole experience. I know exactly how today will end.
"Ohmigod, Nora. Look at me."
"You look…" I nodded, "breathtaking. Really."
"I do, don’t I?" she tittered.
"You do," I repeated.
She twisted her body, arching her back, and straining her neck to peek at every possible angle reflected in the mirror, patting her body down as she did so. "It really sucks in my fat."
"You don’t have any fat. You’re like a size two."
"Whatever. I think this is the one." Her eyes became teary, her lips puckered. She looked at me attempting a smile.
"Are you sure? How do you know it’s the one?" I asked. "You've tried on a gazillion dresses and I'm pretty sure I heard you swear on your unborn child that you've found 'the one' at least eight times."