Emma Chase, New York Times bestselling author of the Tangled Series & Legal Briefs Series, returns with the first of three sizzling standalone books about a family of racy, irresistible Royals.
Nicholas Arthur Frederick Edward Pembrook, Crowned Prince of Wessco, aka “His Royal Hotness”, is wickedly charming, devastatingly handsome, and unabashedly arrogant—hard not to be when people are constantly bowing down to you.
Then, one snowy night in Manhattan, the prince meets a dark haired beauty who doesn’t bow down. Instead, she throws a pie in his face.
Nicholas wants to find out if she tastes as good as her pie, and this heir apparent is used to getting what he wants.
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Dating a prince isn’t what waitress Olivia Hammond ever imagined it would be.
There’s a disapproving queen, a wildly inappropriate spare heir, relentless paparazzi, and brutal public scrutiny. While they’ve traded in horse drawn carriages for Rolls Royces and haven’t chopped anyone’s head off lately—the royals are far from accepting of this commoner.
But to Olivia—Nicholas is worth it.
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Nicholas grew up with the whole world watching, and now Marriage Watch is in full force. In the end, Nicholas has to decide who he is, but more importantly, who he wants to be: a King... or the man who gets to love Olivia forever.
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Excerpt
“I have a plan.”
We’re in the library of the suite. Nicholas is
behind the desk, his hair falling still damp over his forehead from a recent
shower, while James and Tommy stand near the windows.
“Take off your clothes,” I say, dropping a stuffed
backpack at my feet.
He stands, giving me a curious, dimple-flashing
smile that makes my stomach tingle.
“I like this plan.”
He pulls his shirt over his head—and at the sight of
that gorgeous chest and ripped abs, I have to close my mouth to stop the flow
of drool.
“Should I send the lads to their room?” he asks.
I toss him a Beastie Boys T-shirt and ripped
jeans from the backpack. “They can stay—I’ll get to them in a second.”
Nicholas puts on the outfit, his disguise for the
day. I hold up a thick gold chain with a dangling cross, and he dips his head
so I can loop it over his neck. Then I squirt gel into my hand and reach up on
tiptoes to rub it through his hair—mussing it at the top and slicking the
sides.
Perfect.
“Do you know
how to drive a motorcycle?”
“Yes.”
“Excellent.” I pull a helmet with a full, tinted
face shield out of the backpack and hold it up. “Marty’s bike is downstairs. He
said to tell you: break it, you bought…a Ducati.”
Logan steps into the room from where he was
stationed just outside the door, lifting his hand, like a traffic cop. “Hold
on, now—”
Nicholas takes the helmet. “It’ll be fine, Logan.”
“And,” I say cautiously, turning to the three big,
strong, probably-have-a-license-to-kill boys. “I want Nicholas and me to go on
this outing alone. You guys stay here.”
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph.” Tommy says.
James makes the sign of the cross.
Logan takes another route. “No fuckin’ way. Not
possible.”
But the look on Nicholas’s face says it’s definitely
possible.
“No,” Logan insists again, his voice straining with
a faint hint of desperation.
“I have an itinerary.” I take the
sealed envelope out of the backpack and hand it to Logan. “I wrote everything
down for you, just in case—exactly where we’ll be, every minute.” When he
starts to tear it open I put my hand on his. “You can’t open it until after
we’re gone—it’ll ruin the surprise. But I promise it will be all right. I swear
on my life.”
My eyes drift from Logan to Nicholas. “Trust me.”
And I want him to—so much. I want to do this for
him, give him something he hasn’t had. Something he’ll remember always:
freedom.
Nicholas looks at the helmet, then at Logan. “What’s
the worst that could happen?”
“Ah…you could get assassinated and the three of us
will hang for treason.”
“Don’t be silly,” Nicholas scoffs. “We haven’t hung
anyone in years.” He smacks Logan’s back. “It’d be the firing squad.”
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