Today is my stop during the release blitz for Royal Pain (His Royal Hotness #1) by Tracy Wolff! Read on for more information about the book, an excerpt and some teasers.
Title: Royal Pain
Author: Tracy Wolff
Series: His Royal Hotness #1
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Blurb:
Heโs a womanizer. Heโs cocky. Heโs not exactly a prince. Only he technically is. Meet your new royal obsession in this addictive novel from New York Times bestselling author Tracy Wolff.Being rich opens a lot of doors. When youโre rich and royal, those doors lead to a new bedroom every night. I should know. The tabloids call me His Royal Hotness, Prince Kian of Wildemar. Women across the world see me as a naughty fairy tale, an image Iโm happy to indulge. As the spare to the heir, Iโm the prince with none of the power . . . and all of the perks.
Then my twin brother is kidnapped, and suddenly Iโm the one who could be king. The crown chasers start circlingโand yet itโs a luscious waitress who catches my eye. With a smart mouth and the curves to back it up, Savannah Breslin is as brazen as Iโd expect an American commoner to be.
But Savvyโs not interested in playing Cinderella. As sexy as she is, sheโs no stranger to heartbreak. Besides, a nice guy wouldnโt drag her into all the drama that comes along with royalty. Lucky Iโm not a nice guy. And, as it turns out, I might not even be her first prince. . . .
Excerpt:
โWhat if I promise to stay in view of the windows the whole time?โ I tell them. โIโll park myself right there in front of that one and you can make sure Iโm safe.โ
Lucas looks like he wants to argue, but I cut him off before he can even start. โCome on, man. Youโve got to give me something. I like this woman.โ
He sighs, but in the endโabove the very vocal protests of the very serious Averyโhe nods. โIn sight the whole time,โ he orders and for a moment I feel like a junior high kid on his first date.
But beggars canโt be choosers and I know, better than most, what a disaster it would be if something happened to the spare three months after the heir disappeared. Wildemar would be in absolute chaos. Thereโs no way Iโd put my country through that, girl or no girl.
โI promise. And if I disappear from sight for more than five seconds, you have my permission to come crashing in after me.โ
โI think youโre forgetting,โ Niall says with a narrow-eyed look, โwe donโt need your permission.โ
โGeez. Way to be a killjoy.โ
โYeah, well, someone in this relationship has to be.โ
โAww, Niall.โ I slap his ass with my free hand on my way by. โDonโt you know itโs more fun when everyoneโs having a good time?โ
Lucas snorts and Avery sounds like heโs strangling on his own tongue. I canโt help grinning as I make my way to Savvyโs front door. Maybe it wonโt take as long to break in my new bodyguard as I was afraid of.
I can hear music through the open windows, Shakiraโs โHips Donโt Lie,โ and I canโt help thinking about the way Savvyโs hips looked in her black work pants. Canโt help wondering about what sheโs wearing nowโand whether or not sheโll let me get another good look at her luscious, heart-shaped ass.
At least sheโs home, I tell myself as I knock. While I knew she wasnโt scheduled to work, I was afraid she might be running errands or something.
Sheโs at the front door in seconds, her big brown eyes wide and inquiring . . . at least until her gaze meets mine. โWhat are you doing here?โ she demands.
โWow, way to make a guy feel welcome.โ I hold the flowers out to her. โThese are for you.โ
โThanks, but Iโm allergic.โ She starts to close the door in my face, but I get a foot wedged in before she can shut it completely.
โAre you seriously allergic?โ I ask, still holding out the flowers. What I really want to ask is Are you seriously going to slam the door in my face?
โNo.โ She studies the blooms for a couple of seconds before snatching them out of my hand. Then she really does close the door and Iโm so surprised I donโt do anything to stop her.
Behind me Lucas, Niall and even Avery are full-on laughing now. In fact, Iโm pretty sure the only thing keeping them from absolutely annihilating me is the fact that I am still their prince. That somehow only makes it worse.
Gritting my teeth, I ignore them (and try not to remember the good old days when I could have had them banished to the dungeon) as I lift my hand to knock again. But before my knuckles can even meet the wood, the door flies open again and Savvy is standing there, smiling hugely at me.
โIโm just messing with you,โ she says as she pulls me inside. โBut I have to say, your expression was priceless. Is that the first time a womanโs ever shut the door in your face?โ
I think about. โIโm pretty sure it is.โ
โI figured. But hey, now you can cross it off your bucket list. Every guy needs to have the experience at least once, donโt you think?โ
โI think I was good without it ever happening, actually. Definitely didnโt feel like I was missing anything.โ
โMaybe not,โ she concedes. But then she grins and itโs so wicked, so wild, that I can feel it all the way to my bones. โYouโve got to admit it was funny, though. God, if you could have seen your face.โ
โIโd rather look at yours.โ The cheesy line pops out of nowhere and Iโm not sure which one of us is more shocked. Shit. What the hell is happening to me? Savvy throws me off balance just by breathing, and I donโt have a clue what Iโm supposed to do to stop it.
Or even if I want to stop it. God knows, every time she opens her mouthโor closes a door in my face or spills a glass of champagne on meโit only makes me hotter. Only makes me want her more. Thereโs something about how sheโs always doing the unexpected, always surprising me, always challenging me, that turns me on in a big fucking way.
The little white shorts and tiny red camisole donโt hurt, either.
And I know Iโm not the only one, know the heat isnโt only on my side. Iโve been with enough women in my life to know when oneโs attracted to me, and Savvy is, even if she doesnโt want to be.
Half of me wants to push on that a little bit, wants to see where itโll take me if I get in her space right now. But the other half doesnโt want to risk it, not yet. Not with this woman who is a lot of things, but definitely not predictable.
Besides, Iโm pretty sure my time allotment is reaching its upper limits, and I donโt doubt that Avery will come crashing through the front door in about thirty seconds if I donโt get where he can see me.
โDo you want some lemonade?โ Savvy asks as she starts walking toward the kitchen.
โIโd love some. But do you mind if I hang out here while you get it?โ I take a few steps to the left, making sure to line myself up directly in front of the window.
She turns to me, eyebrows raised, and I figure I might as well own up to the problem. โMy babysitters like to keep an eye on me at all times,โ I tell her as I point out the window.
She glances from me to where Niall, Lucas and Avery are standing on the sidewalk in their suits, eyes trained on meโand her.
I expect her to be a little annoyedโmost women who arenโt crown chasers usually areโbut Savvy just laughs and waves. โIโll pour five glasses of lemonade,โ she tosses over her shoulder as she makes her way to the kitchen. โGet comfortable and Iโll be right back.โ
From another woman, the invitation to get comfortable would mean sheโs down to fuck, but Iโm pretty sure Savvy just wants me to take a seat. Moreโs the pity.
About the Author:
Tracy Wolff collects books, English degrees and lipsticks and has been known to forget whereโand sometimes whoโshe is when immersed in a great novel. At six she wrote her first short storyโsomething with a rainbow and a princeโand at seven she forayed into the wonderful world of girls lit with her first Judy Blume novel. By ten sheโd read everything in the young adult and classics sections of her local bookstore, so in desperation her mom started her on romance novels. And from the first page of the first book, Tracy knew sheโd found her life-long love. Now an English professor at her local community college, she writes romances that run the gamut from contemporary to paranormal to erotic suspense.
And for all of those who want the unedited version:
Tracy Wolff lives with four men, teaches writing to local college students and spends as much time as she can manage immersed in worlds of her own creation. Married to the alpha hero of her dreams for twelve years, she is the mother of three young sons who spend most of their time trying to make her as crazy as possible.
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