Sexy Book Reviews : Nichole Chase's RECKLESSLY ROYAL Blog Tour

RECKLESSLY ROYAL

Synopsis:

Catherine has spent her life being the perfect princess. She’s kept her hands clean, her head down, and most importantly—men at arm’s length. After all, most men are after only one thing, and for Cathy there’s a lot more at stake than her bed; she has to worry about the fate of an entire nation. But at the rate she’s going, Cathy is afraid she’ll give the Virgin Queen a run for her money. She is tired of waiting for someone good enough to come along. She has a plan, and it all hinges on seducing the one man who seems utterly unimpressed by all things royal. The one man she is tempted by more than any other . . .

When David arrives at the royal wedding of his friend, the newly ordained Duchess Samantha Rousseau, he expected to feel uncomfortable and out of his element, but he wasn’t prepared to be targeted by Prince Alex’s gorgeous younger sister. With Cathy’s giant blue eyes, killer figure, and sense of humor, it won’t take long before he gives in. But when he finds out just how innocent the crown princess really is, will he play the part of knight in shining armor or the dashing rogue?

Excerpt:

David was the polar opposite of my old pal Kyle, or Jake, my last boyfriend. They had wanted my virginity, but only because they saw it as a status symbol. Something to brag about to their friends. “Hey guys, I deflowered a princess last night.”

I sighed and drank some more water. Okay, they probably would have come up with some much more crude than deflower.

“Are you hiding?” a little voice asked near my hip.

I looked down at the little boy with red hair and smiled. I couldn’t remember the little guy’s name, but I knew that he was Duke Thysmer’s great-grandson. Another one of the royal families that had been returned to their title and lands.

“A little bit,” I said.

“I thought so.” He moved to the rail next to me and stood on his tiptoes to look over the edge. “Me too. I don’t like the music.”

“And why’s that?” My lips twitched. “I heard someone say that this is one of the best bands available.”

“Yuck. They don’t play anything fun. It’s all old people music.” He scrunched up his nose.

“I hated this type of music when I was your age too.”

“Yeah? Don’t you still hate it?” He looked up at me with curiosity.

“Nope.” I shook my head.

“Why not?”

“Dancing.” I set my glass down and turned to look at him directly.

“Dancing?” He made a face. “Like gross dancing?”

I laughed. “What’s gross dancing?”

“Like them.” He jerked his head toward the spot where Sam and Alex swayed in the center of the dance floor.

“Well, that dancing is nice too, but what about … the funky chicken?”

His giggle lifted my spirits. “You don’t do the funky chicken!”

“Of course I do!” I put a hand to my chest. “Why wouldn’t I do the funky chicken?”

“You’re too princess-y!” He giggled again.

“Oh yeah? I bet you can’t do it.”

“Can too!” He laughed.

“Nah-uh. Don’t believe it. You’re too little.” I narrowed my eyes. “You’re too small.”

“I really can! See?” Tucking his hands under his arms he flapped his elbows like wings and bucked his head.

It took every drop of willpower not to burst out laughing. “You’re okay.”

“You can’t do any better.”

“Of course I can!” Folding my arms against my body I flapped my fake wings and clucked. I took a few steps, bobbing up and down.

The little boy wrapped his arms around his stomach and laughed loudly. I clucked at him and he laughed harder, his little eyes squeezing shut.

“Those are some impressive moves.” David’s voice froze me in place. “Especially to that fantastic classical music.”

“She’s so funny!” The little boy pointed at me.

I turned to meet his eyes with my hands still tucked into my armpits. I couldn’t have planned a more embarrassing way to see him. Okay, that’s not true. I could ask him to take his clothes off. Again. Or spill coffee all over his suit. Yeah. I guess this was just par for the course.

Nichole Chase Bio:

Nichole Chase is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Suddenly Royal, Flukes, The Dark Betrayal Trilogy, and several short stories. She is also the instructor of Say What? a dialogue class at the Romance Academy.

Nichole lives in Georgia with her husband, energetic daughter, superhero dog, Sulcata tortoise, and two cats. When not writing, you may find her reading, painting, crafting, or chasing her daughter around the house while making monster noises.