ONE STAR, YOUR HIGHNESS: A Royal Pain in the Rideshare
Tracee Sinclaire's life can be summed up in one word:
**PREDICTABLE.**
Monday through Friday, she works her respectable 9-to-5. But by 6:00 every Friday night?
**It's serious money time.**
Driving rideshare has taken Tracee from *getting by* to certified **Boss B status**, cruising Dallas in her customized white Hellcat with one foolproof formula:
**Pick up the passenger. Drop off the passenger. Get paid.**
Simple.
Until **1:11 a.m.**
An arrogant, stupid-fine stranger slides into her backseat and turns one expensive fare into an attempted-assassination getaway.
First, he's rude.
Then he makes her wait.
Then he comes running back **bleeding**.
WTF?
Before Tracee can throw his entitled ass out-
**BULLETS.**
Men are shooting at her damn Hellcat, and somehow **she's** expected to keep him alive.
Not no.
**HELL NAW.**
Then Tracee discovers her nightmare passenger isn't just rich.
He's **Prince Abdul Muhammed Al-Enezi**-royal, dangerously privileged, accustomed to being obeyed...and apparently worth killing.
Now assassins recognize Tracee's Hellcat, her prized ride has become a getaway car, and His Royal Pain-in-the-Ass is offering her **200 racks** to hide him until he figures out who wants him dead.
There's just one problem:
**The prince gives orders.**
**Tracee gives grown men directions to where they can shove them.**
Somewhere between outrunning bullets, hiding a prince, dodging assassins, fighting over who's in charge, and trying not to notice how criminally fine her passenger is, Tracee realizes:
**This might be the most profitable ride of her life.**
Assuming His Highness doesn't get her killed first.
**Driver Rating: ★★★★★**
**Driver's Rating of the Rider: ★☆☆☆☆**
**Readers: Please DO NOT try this at home.**
# **ONE STAR, YOUR HIGHNESS**
### *A Royal Pain in the Rideshare*
### **by Ilianna Binoche**