ROYALLY
MATCHED
By Emma Chase
Release Date: Feb
21, 2017
Synopsis: Some men are born
responsible, some men have responsibility thrust upon them. Henry Charles
Albert Edgar Pembrook, Prince of Wessco, just got the motherlode of all
responsibility dumped in his regal lap.
He’s not handling it
well.
Hoping to force her grandson to rise to
the occasion, Queen Lenora goes on a much-needed safari holiday—and when the
Queen’s away, the Prince will play. After a chance meeting with an American
television producer, Henry finally makes a decision all on his own:
Welcome to Matched:
Royal Edition.
A reality TV dating
game show featuring twenty of the world's most beautiful blue bloods gathered
in the same castle. Only one will win the diamond tiara, only
one will capture the handsome prince’s heart.
While Henry revels in the sexy, raunchy
antics of the contestants as they fight, literally,
for his affection, it’s the quiet, bespectacled girl in the corner—with the
voice of an angel and a body that would tempt a saint—who catches his eye.
The more Henry gets to know Sarah Mirabelle
Zinnia Von Titebottum, the more enamored he becomes of her simple beauty, her strength,
her kind spirit…and her naughty sense of humor.
But Rome wasn’t built in a day—and
irresponsible royals aren’t reformed overnight.
As he endeavors to right his wrongs, old
words take on whole new meanings for the dashing Prince. Words like, Duty,
Honor and most of all—Love.
EXCERPT
“Are
you a virgin?” I ask.
“Well . . . yes.”
“Then why are you complaining? You
qualify.”
Sarah’s eyes flash with annoyance.
“Because I’m more than my hymen, Henry! To base the value of an accomplished,
intelligent woman on a flimsy piece of skin is degrading. How would you feel if
your worth rested on your foreskin?”
I think it over. And then I grin.
“I’d be all right with that, actually. I’ve heard it was an impressive
foreskin—all the nurses were fawning over it. It’s probably being showcased in
a museum right now.”
She stares at me for a beat, then
she laughs out loud—a rich, throaty, sensual sound.
“You’re a terrible human being.”
“I know.” I shake my head at the
calamity of it all.
“And you’re an even worse feminist.”
“Agreed. That’s something I need to
work on. You’ll help me, won’t you? We should spend as much time together as
possible—every minute of the day and night. I’m hoping you’ll rub off on me.”
Sarah pushes my shoulder. “You’re
just hoping I’ll rub you off.”
Now it’s my turn to laugh. Because
she’s not even a little bit wrong.
“But there’s never been anyone?
Really?”
Sarah shrugs. “Penny and I were
tutored at home when we were young . . . but in year ten, there was this one
boy.”
I rub my hands together. “Here we
go—tell me everything. I want all the sick, lurid details. Was he a footballer?
Captain of the team, the most popular boy in school?”
“He was captain of the chess team.”
I cover my eyes with my hand.
“His name was Davey. He wore these
adorable tweed jackets and bow ties, he had blond hair and was a bit pale
because of the asthma. He had the same glasses as me and he had a different
pair of argyle socks for every day of the year.”
“I am so disappointed in you right
now.”
“He was nice,” she chides. “You
leave my Davey alone.”
I shake my head. “So what happened
to old Davey boy?”
“I was alone in the library one day
and he came up and started to ask me to the spring social. And I was so excited
and nervous I could barely breathe. And then before he could finish the
question, I . . .”
I don’t realize I’m leaning toward
her until she stops talking and I almost fall over.
“You . . . what?”
Sarah hides behind her hands.
“I threw up on him.”
And I try not to laugh. I swear I
try . . . but I’m only human. So I end up laughing so hard the car shakes and I
can’t speak for several minutes.
“Christ almighty.”
“And I’d had fish and chips for
lunch.” Sarah’s laughing too. “It was awful.”
“Oh you poor thing.” I shake my
head, still chuckling. “And poor Davey.”
“Yes.” She wipes under her eyes with
her finger. “Poor Davey. He never came near me again after that.”
“Coward—he didn’t deserve you. I
would’ve swam through a whole lake of puke to take a girl like you to the
social.”
She smiles so brightly at me, her
cheeks maroon and round like two shiny apples.
“I think that’s the nicest thing
anyone’s ever said to me.”
I wiggle my eyebrows. “I’m all about
the compliments.”
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About the Author:
Emma Chase is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the hot and hilarious Tangled series and The Legal Briefs series. Emma lives in New Jersey with her husband, two children and two naughty (but really cute) dogs. She has a long-standing love/hate relationship with caffeine.
Website: http://authoremmachase.com/
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