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
A marriage proposal from a deliciously handsome and wickedly charming prince sounds like a fairytale.
But for a nerdy scientist with severe social anxiety, it’s a horror story.
Prince Torin O’Grady, 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. He’s a future king. And I’m perfectly happy slogging through mud in my work boots.
So why can’t I stop thinking about him?
Maybe because he won’t 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 there’s 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 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 for him.
And if I have to marry him temporarily to get what we both want, then fine. It’s 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, it’s 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.
“We will announce the engagement in six months. Do what you need to in order to prepare.”
I bite back the first four things I want to say and consciously work to make my tone calm, almost bored. “You mean, tell Samuel to get my best suit dry cleaned? Get a haircut? Hit the gym? That kind of thing?”
“I’m not in the mood for your jokes today.”
The thing is, my grandfather is never in the mood for my jokes. He doesn’t find me amusing in the slightest.
I assume he finds humor in something, but hell if I know what it is. The man hasn’t smiled in my presence since I was about thirteen years old.
I’m now thirty-two.
“So, then I assume you mean that I should actually discuss this with a woman? You know, propose to someone so that there’s an engagement to announce?” Now my tone is much less bored and calm. There’s 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. He’s not wearing a tie or a jacket. He’s not wearing a crown. But I have no question that I am talking to King Diarmuid. Not my grandfather.
He’s not scowling at me, however. He’s giving me a look I hate even more. He looks at me with a condescending lift of one eyebrow as he says, “That’s not really necessary. That was taken care of years ago. She’ll be ready.”
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 grandfather’s best friend. And favorite man to sit across from at a poker table.
She’s been my sort-of fiancée since I was five.
When my grandfather lost me in a poker game.
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.