Royally Screwed, a romantic comedy standalone by New York Times bestselling author Emma Chase, released on October 18th! We had the pleasure of reading an advance copy and Emma Chase consistently solidifies herself as our go-to author for a cocky and deliciously entertaining male point of view balanced by a strong and feisty heroine. A sexy and endearingly romantic must click and confidently a 2016 TRSoR Top Recommendation.
Sizzling Sneak Peek of Royally Screwed
Olivia and I stumble through the revolving door into the lobby of the Plaza holding hands, stealing quick kisses, giggling like two randy teenagers ditching class for a quickie in the broom closet. Lying with her on the blanket throughout the afternoon, kissing her long and slow, without a care who was watching—because no one was—has made me desperate for her.
And hard. Christ, so hard.
So if heads turn our way or camera phones come out, I don’t give a single shit. All I care about is my cock pressing against the confines of my jeans, thick and hot and aching.
Anticipation. Has there ever been a sweeter word? I’ve never had to wait—not really—not for this. I had no idea the buildup, hours of sizzling, teasing delayed gratification, could be such a heady aphrodisiac. My blood rushes and Olivia’s eyes sparkle—with lust and playfulness and hunger. We make it into the lift and the moment the doors slide closed behind us, I pick her up into my arms, press her against the wall and ravage her mouth—tasting deeper than I was able to before. She moans around my tongue as I grind against her, relishing the pressure that won’t bring any relief. But it’s fine—thrilling even—because I know soon she’ll be naked and spread out on my bed and I’ll be able to drive into her tightness again and again, until we’re both worn out.
Or we break the damn bed—whichever comes first.
As the lift rises, I lean back and look down, watching my denim-clad crotch thrust deliberately against her heated center. My cock slides exquisitely right there—against her soft, sweet flesh concealed beneath the thin fabric of her black cotton leggings. But I can feel it.
And it feels sublime.
With her fingernails biting into the back of my neck, Olivia pulls herself up, lips to my jaw, teeth scraping my stubble. “I want you to fuck me everywhere, Nicholas,” she pants. “Come everywhere. Between my legs, on my chest, my mouth, down my throat…oh, oh it’ll be so good. Everywhere, Nicholas.”
“Fuck, yes,” I hiss, feeling crazier with each word.
Note to self—cheap beer makes Olivia wild. Stock up on the stuff.
And hard. Christ, so hard.
So if heads turn our way or camera phones come out, I don’t give a single shit. All I care about is my cock pressing against the confines of my jeans, thick and hot and aching.
Anticipation. Has there ever been a sweeter word? I’ve never had to wait—not really—not for this. I had no idea the buildup, hours of sizzling, teasing delayed gratification, could be such a heady aphrodisiac. My blood rushes and Olivia’s eyes sparkle—with lust and playfulness and hunger. We make it into the lift and the moment the doors slide closed behind us, I pick her up into my arms, press her against the wall and ravage her mouth—tasting deeper than I was able to before. She moans around my tongue as I grind against her, relishing the pressure that won’t bring any relief. But it’s fine—thrilling even—because I know soon she’ll be naked and spread out on my bed and I’ll be able to drive into her tightness again and again, until we’re both worn out.
Or we break the damn bed—whichever comes first.
As the lift rises, I lean back and look down, watching my denim-clad crotch thrust deliberately against her heated center. My cock slides exquisitely right there—against her soft, sweet flesh concealed beneath the thin fabric of her black cotton leggings. But I can feel it.
And it feels sublime.
With her fingernails biting into the back of my neck, Olivia pulls herself up, lips to my jaw, teeth scraping my stubble. “I want you to fuck me everywhere, Nicholas,” she pants. “Come everywhere. Between my legs, on my chest, my mouth, down my throat…oh, oh it’ll be so good. Everywhere, Nicholas.”
“Fuck, yes,” I hiss, feeling crazier with each word.
Note to self—cheap beer makes Olivia wild. Stock up on the stuff.
Royally Screwed Synopsis and Purchase Button
Nicholas Arthur Frederick Edward Pembrook, Crowned Prince of Wessco, aka “His Royal Hotness”, is wickedly charming, devastatingly handsome, and unabashedly arrogant—hard not to be when people are constantly bowing down to you.
Then, one snowy night in Manhattan, the prince meets a dark haired beauty who doesn’t bow down. Instead, she throws a pie in his face.
Nicholas wants to find out if she tastes as good as her pie, and this heir apparent is used to getting what he wants.
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Dating a prince isn’t what waitress Olivia Hammond ever imagined it would be.
There’s a disapproving queen, a wildly inappropriate spare heir, relentless paparazzi, and brutal public scrutiny. While they’ve traded in horse drawn carriages for Rolls Royces and haven’t chopped anyone’s head off lately—the royals are far from accepting of this commoner.
But to Olivia—Nicholas is worth it.
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Nicholas grew up with the whole world watching, and now Marriage Watch is in full force. In the end, Nicholas has to decide who he is, but more importantly, who he wants to be: a King... or the man who gets to love Olivia forever.
Then, one snowy night in Manhattan, the prince meets a dark haired beauty who doesn’t bow down. Instead, she throws a pie in his face.
Nicholas wants to find out if she tastes as good as her pie, and this heir apparent is used to getting what he wants.
***
Dating a prince isn’t what waitress Olivia Hammond ever imagined it would be.
There’s a disapproving queen, a wildly inappropriate spare heir, relentless paparazzi, and brutal public scrutiny. While they’ve traded in horse drawn carriages for Rolls Royces and haven’t chopped anyone’s head off lately—the royals are far from accepting of this commoner.
But to Olivia—Nicholas is worth it.
***
Nicholas grew up with the whole world watching, and now Marriage Watch is in full force. In the end, Nicholas has to decide who he is, but more importantly, who he wants to be: a King... or the man who gets to love Olivia forever.
Author Bio: Meet Emma Chase
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.
