The guy on the train is just Marcia’s type. A face like an angel, a scent like raw honey, treats her like he has a white horse and suit of armor stowed in his messenger bag. Perfect.
Too perfect. No guy like that would be interested in prim, awkward Marcia, notorious goody-goody and a twentysomething still clutching her v-card. She’s been following rules her whole life—but somewhere, the game changed. And left her behind.
So when she meets Damien, with his rumbling motorbike, gleaming piercings, and wicked imagination, she doesn’t care that he’s the exact opposite of “her type.” Her type would never dare her into such shocking, fiendishly inventive adventures—and she can’t wait to say yes.
Yes to whiskey in the middle of a workday. Yes to letting her hands roam over his body from the back of his bike. Yes to a fling full of wild abandon and absolutely no long-term potential. Except Damien’s not just the straightforward bad boy she imagined. And as they burn through Chicago’s nights, Marcia can’t shake the fear that this happiness is just another fairy tale…
Worldbuilding: The Chicago setting is fun, and the girls living together is a really amusing setting.
Characters: Marcia was easy to empathize with, in my opinion. She suffers from the Ugly Duckling Syndrome, having a less-than-glamorous background and being insecure about her qualities when compared to her housemates. The fact that she isn’t that confidant marks how the relationship goes and how it ends, in my opinion.
Damien was in a way stereotypical, but had his sweet moments. It became obvious to me that he was hiding something, and from there on I was too suspicious of his motives to feel anything but anxious for Marcia. They did have chemistry, and they were sweet together, in a way. They made for an interesting couple.
Plot: The virgin trope is tricky, but of course Jeffe Kennedy made it work for me. I kind of cringed when the Thanksgiving dinner thing happened, and it made the happy ending sort of meh for me. I knew what I was in for, but in a way I wanted Marcia to give him the boot, I don’t know.
Writing: First person, past tense narrative, Marcia’s POV. She had an interesting perspective on things, so I enjoyed it.
Curb Appeal: Cool cover, hooking blurb – impulsive buy material for my contemporary romance moods.
I enjoyed With a Prince and recommend it to fans of virgin romance stories, and fans of spunky, fun heroines who fall hard and love unconditionally.