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.
Heβs not handling it well.
Hoping to force her grandson to rise to the occasion, Queen Lenora goes on a much-needed safari holidayβand when the Queenβs 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 princeβs heart.
While Henry revels in the sexy, raunchy antics of the contestants as they fight, literally, for his affection, itβs the quiet, bespectacled girl in the cornerβwith the voice of an angel and a body that would tempt a saintβwho 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 spiritβ¦and her naughty sense of humor.
But Rome wasnβt built in a dayβand irresponsible royals arenβt 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 allβLove.
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βWell . . . yes.β
βThen why are you complaining? You qualify.β
Sarahβs eyes flash with annoyance. βBecause Iβm 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?β
I think it over. And then I grin. βIβd be all right with that, actually. Iβve heard it was an impressive foreskinβall the nurses were fawning over it. Itβs probably being showcased in a museum right now.β
She stares at me for a beat, then she laughs out loudβa rich, throaty, sensual sound.
βYouβre a terrible human being.β
βI know.β I shake my head at the calamity of it all.
βAnd youβre an even worse feminist.β
βAgreed. Thatβs something I need to work on. Youβll help me, wonβt you? We should spend as much time together as possibleβevery minute of the day and night. Iβm hoping youβll rub off on me.β
Sarah pushes my shoulder. βYouβre just hoping Iβll rub you off.β
Now itβs my turn to laugh. Because sheβs not even a little bit wrong.
βBut thereβs never been anyone? Really?β
Sarah shrugs. βPenny and I were tutored at home when we were young . . . but in year ten, there was this one boy.β
I rub my hands together. βHere we goβtell me everything. I want all the sick, lurid details. Was he a footballer? Captain of the team, the most popular boy in school?β
βHe was captain of the chess team.β
I cover my eyes with my hand.
βHis 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.β
βI am so disappointed in you right now.β
βHe was nice,β she chides. βYou leave my Davey alone.β
I shake my head. βSo what happened to old Davey boy?β
βI 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 . . .β
I donβt realize Iβm leaning toward her until she stops talking and I almost fall over.
βYou . . . what?β
Sarah hides behind her hands.
βI threw up on him.β
And I try not to laugh. I swear I try . . . but Iβm only human. So I end up laughing so hard the car shakes and I canβt speak for several minutes.
βChrist almighty.β
βAnd Iβd had fish and chips for lunch.β Sarahβs laughing too. βIt was awful.β
βOh you poor thing.β I shake my head, still chuckling. βAnd poor Davey.β
βYes.β She wipes under her eyes with her finger. βPoor Davey. He never came near me again after that.β
βCowardβhe didnβt deserve you. I wouldβve swam through a whole lake of puke to take a girl like you to the social.β
She smiles so brightly at me, her cheeks maroon and round like two shiny apples.
βI think thatβs the nicest thing anyoneβs ever said to me.β
I wiggle my eyebrows. βIβm all about the compliments.β
Emma Chase is theΒ New York TimesΒ andΒ USA TodayΒ bestselling author of the hot and hilarious Tangled series and The Legal BriefsΒ series.Β 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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