I went to hide—and found my heart instead.

Being a princess sucks. Everyone expects you to display grace, poise, and beauty. They expect a prince to sweep you off your feet and happily ever afters.
No one wants to hear about the Prince who turns out to be a toad. Or see you toss wedding cake in said Prince's face.
When I'm unceremoniously dumped by my  fiancé, I suddenly become a media must-have. Hounded by the press, I'm left with no choice but to hide out in the last place anyone expects to find me. 
Polar Bear, Alaska.
I expected to find solitude and peace, maybe lick my wounds by eating ice cream from the carton and watching Love, Actually on repeat.
I didn't expect Croydon 'Roy' Knight.
He's gruff. He's surly. He hates all things Christmas.
He's also the most real man I've ever met.
And for some reason, I'm deeply attracted to him.
Could it be...? Could I have found my Knight in tarnished armor?