Prince Kian of Wildemar was being His Royal Hotness,
cavorting with two gorgeous women, when he hears a Royal
Navy Corps helicopter hovering above his yacht. Kian has
been summoned to the palace by his father, the King, and it
cannot be good news. It is very bad news indeed: Kian's
twin brother, Crown Prince Garrett, has been kidnapped.
Reluctantly, Kian has to step in and attend official
functions, which he always avoided if he could, not the
least because of the vultures who want to snag a prince for
their daughters. At a reception, Kian is rescued from one
such mama by a pretty server who dumps a tray of champagne
glasses on him. American Savannah "Savvy" Breslin took pity
on the handsome prince, and sparks fly even higher than the
Well, hit me with a royal scepter! Amidst the relatively
recent avalanche of royalty-themed romance, Tracy Wolff has
penned one that really stands out. While I had minor issues
with a few things, such as the heroine's nickname: Savvy.
Savvy, really? Aside from that a tiny kingdom would be
considered influential in world politics, and that a prince
from a French-speaking country sounds more like an American
biker did not seem very plausible, ROYAL PAIN was an
overwhelmingly pleasant surprise!
While the romance, given the premise, was somewhat
predictable, I am beyond pleased that the author did not
neglect the kidnapping, and made it a significant component
of the romance. To my everlasting astonishment, I actually
much preferred the kidnapping storyline, and everything it
encompassed, to the romance, and the search for Garrett and
the repercussions of his abduction had me turning the pages
frenetically. Not being a fan of fictional royal romances, I
was truly surprised at how ROYAL PAIN captivated me. Had
there been a bet, Tracy Wolff would have won it fair and
square! Now, I deserve the ROYAL TREATMENT!
He’s a womanizer. He’s cocky. He’s 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 you’re 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 I’m happy to indulge. As the
spare to the heir, I’m the prince with none of the power . .
. and all of the perks.
Then my twin brother is kidnapped, and suddenly I’m the one
who could be king. The crown chasers start circling—and yet
it’s a luscious waitress who catches my eye. With a smart
mouth and the curves to back it up, Savannah Breslin is as
brazen as I’d expect an American commoner to be.
But Savvy’s not interested in playing Cinderella. As sexy as
she is, she’s no stranger to heartbreak. Besides, a nice guy
wouldn’t drag her into all the drama that comes along with
royalty. Lucky I’m not a nice guy. And, as it turns out, I
might not even be her first prince. . . .