ROYALLY TRUE: A Royally Wed Romantic Comedy Novella #5
Description
What happens five years after Lucy Trabbicio, American commoner and former cocktail waitress, married Prince Nicholas of Fredonia?
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Lucy and Nick still can’t keep their hands off each other. Their romance has endured while they parent their daughter, Princess Clara, and balance family lives with their jobs as working royals.
When a curmudgeonly, tabloid journalist publishes a series of articles claiming that Lucy doesn’t fit his perception of a ‘proper’ working royal should behave, she is devastated.
Lucy doesn’t want to ask her husband for help dealing with this idiot. She’s used to handling problems on her own.
But Lucy will learn that true loves, true friends, and true family will show up for you, so one don’t always have to go through the ‘tough things’ alone.
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Royally True was previously released as “Dearest Part-time Princess” in the anthology DISSENT that published in September 2022.
Excerpt #1
I lie in the king-sized bed, a soft cotton sheet tangled around me. The shower thrums in the adjacent room beating a low rhythm with the heavy rain pelting the bedroom windows that overlook a dense thicket of green woods on this summer day. I bask in the bliss of post- ‘my husband’s leaving on a business trip- sex’ until Nick starts singing the lyrics to “Wake Me up before you Go Go” in the shower and breaks the spell.
“You already did that,” I call to him.
“I know,” he hollers back. “And pretty well, might I add.”
I can’t help but smile. But then again, Prince Nicholas Frederick of Fredonia has made me smile ever since he sat down next to me in First Class on the flight from Chicago to London, ran a finger up my thigh, and oh-so-indecently propositioned me with a voice that sounded like sex and honey.
Excerpt #2
“Don’t get into trouble with your friends. Especially Esmeralda.”
“She’s your cousin. She takes after you.”
“I know. And give Nana a smooch from me. Tell her we need to talk about our plan.” Nick slides open a drawer, pulls out underwear. He tosses his towel onto a chair.
I take in all that naked royal deliciousness and my reading screeches to an abrupt halt. “Stop teasing me and get back in bed.”
“I can’t.”
“You’re the Prince of Fredonia, Nick. They’ll hold the plane for you.”
“No, they won’t,” he says and pulls on fitted, black briefs. “I am not Cristoph. I am not the heir to the throne.”
“I picked you over him. I’d do it again.”
“I know,” he says. “And I’m glad you did.”
“I’d hold the plane for you,” I say. “I’d hold anything for you.”
“I know.” He turns and smiles.
Those crystal blue eyes. The way his mouth quirks when he smiles sends shivers down my spine. My Nick could melt the ice off an icecap, the snow off snow tires, the freeze off a Mr. Frosty frozen yogurt.
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