I absolutely adore royalty books. They are my ultimate
book-nip and I read any one that I'm aware of. That does
mean, however, that my standards for favorites are high. I
know the ones I adore and pursue ones to better them like
holy grails. ROYAL PAIN is one of those that I found highly
enjoyable but slightly lacking. One of those that does what
it does well, but the basic plot points are similar enough
to another work that I loved more than this one suffers just
So, all that to say, my review is particularly biased on
this book. I kept waiting to love it, I kept waiting for
that one conversation or some answers to the plot holes that
I saw, but they never came and I sighed deeply at the end
out of slight frustration. And that all could come down to
the fact that I was looking for a full contemporary romance,
and this is more akin to erotica with a great plot wrapped
I struggled with this review because of that. I want to be
clear that I think many, many folks would love this book. If
you like your romance tipping into erotica, this is sexy as
all hell and worth your time. If you like royal books where
the countries are fictional, then this might be up your
alley. Also, books where the heroine knows the hero better
than he knows himself - this fits that bill. Also, note that
even though this wasn't my favorite, I have already
pre-ordered the next in the series, so I by no means hated it.
I can see ROYAL PAIN being a book that'll hold up better on
a re-read for me. Once I have adjusted expectations and know
what I'm getting into, I think some of the nuances might
delight me a bit more. I'd love, and I mean that sincerely,
to know what others think, so if you've read this - comment
below, will ya?
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. . . .