Excerpt Reveal: Royally Matched by Emma Chase
ROYALLY MATCHED
By Emma Chase
Release Date: Feb 21,
2017
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.
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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.”
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.
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