New Royal Romance Series- Royals Gone Rogue
Title: Reluctantly Royal
Series: Royals Gone Rogue #1
Author: Erin Nicholas writing as
Erin Nicolle
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Tropes: Royal/Commoner, Marriage of Convenience
Age Gap, Woman in STEM, Opposites Attract
Release Date: March 14, 2024
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A marriage proposal from a deliciously handsome and wickedly charming prince sounds like a fairytale.
But for a nerdy scientist with severe social anxiety, itās a horror story.
Prince Torin OāGrady, with his mischievous blue eyes and cocky grin, is always in the spotlight. And he needs to marry me to inherit the crown.
But we have nothing in common. Heās a future king. And Iām perfectly happy slogging through mud in my work boots.
So why canāt I stop thinking about him?
Maybe because he wonāt stop texting me. And sending me gifts. And making me feel like everything I find awkward and weird about myself is special and amazing.
And thereās also that little detail of him offering me my dream job and telling me that together we can change the world.
Well, I could probably šøš°š³š¬ for him.
And if I have to marry him temporarily to get what we both want, then fine. Itās for the greater good.
It has nothing to do with the way he kisses me. Or that dirty mouth. Or the royal treatment he gives me in the bedroom.
Fine. Maybe it does. Still, itās only a year. Then I can turn in my tiara and come back to my normal, boring, behind-the-scenes life.
But Torin is determined to turn me from reluctantly royal to royally his.
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CHAPTER ONE
Torin
āWe will announce the engagement in six months. Do what you need to in order to prepare.ā
I bite back the first four things I want to say and consciously work to make my tone calm, almost bored. āYou mean, tell Samuel to get my best suit dry cleaned? Get a haircut? Hit the gym? That kind of thing?ā
āIām not in the mood for your jokes today.ā
The thing is, my grandfather is never in the mood for my jokes. He doesnāt find me amusing in the slightest.
I assume he finds humor in something, but hell if I know what it is. The man hasnāt smiled in my presence since I was about thirteen years old.
Iām now thirty-two.
āSo, then I assume you mean that I should actually discuss this with a woman? You know, propose to someone so that thereās an engagement to announce?ā Now my tone is much less bored and calm. Thereās a definite edge to it.
He appreciates my sarcasm even less than he appreciates my humor.
He turns from the tall window behind his desk and clasps his hands behind his back.
The man standing in front of me is wearing a light blue button-down shirt and navy blue pants. Heās not wearing a tie or a jacket. Heās not wearing a crown. But I have no question that I am talking to King Diarmuid. Not my grandfather.
Heās not scowling at me, however. Heās giving me a look I hate even more. He looks at me with a condescending lift of one eyebrow as he says, āThatās not really necessary. That was taken care of years ago. Sheāll be ready.ā
I grind my back teeth together.
She is Lady Linnea Olsen, the eldest granddaughter of the late Alfred Olsen. He was a billionaire, a duke, and my grandfatherās best friend. And favorite man to sit across from at a poker table.
Sheās been my sort-of fiancĆ©e since I was five.
When my grandfather lost me in a poker game.
AUTHOR BIO
Erin Nicolle is the new pen name for NYT and USA Today Bestselling romance author Erin Nicholas. While Erin Nicholas is known for her blue-collar book boyfriends and big, boisterous found families in small towns, Erin Nicolle writes rich and royal rogues. But they both love a dirty talking cinnamon roll, a grump who is reluctantly wrapped around a feisty finger, and a gruff, protective guy who falls first and hard.
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