Series: Royally #3
Published by Emma Chase LLC on August 14th 2017
Genres: Romantic Comedy
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Logan St. James is a smoldering, sexy beast. Sure, he can be a little broody at times—but Ellie Hammond’s willing to overlook that. Because, have you seen him??
Sexy. As. Hell.
And Ellie’s perky enough for both of them.
For years, she’s had a crush on the intense, gorgeous royal security guard—but she doesn’t think he ever saw her, not really.
To Logan, Ellie was just part of the job—a relative of the royal family he’d sworn to protect. Now, at 22 years old and fresh out of college, she’s determined to put aside her X-rated dreams of pat-downs and pillow talk, and find a real life happily ever after.
The Queen of Wessco encourages Ellie to follow in her sister’s footsteps and settle down with a prince of her own. Or a duke, a marquis…a viscount would also do nicely.
But in the pursuit of a fairy tale ending, Ellie learns that the sweetest crushes can be the hardest to let go.
Logan St. James grew up on the wrong side of the tracks, in a family on the wrong side of the law. But these days, he covers his tattoos and scars with a respectable suit. He’s handsome, loyal, brave, skilled with his hands and…other body parts.
Any woman would be proud to call him hers.
But there’s only one woman he wants.
For years he’s watched over her, protected her, held her hair back when she was sick, taught her how to throw a punch, and spot a liar.
He dreams of her. Would lay down his life for her.
But beautiful Ellie Hammond’s off-limits.
Everybody knows the bodyguard rules: Never lose focus, never let them out of your sight, and never, ever fall in love.
Let’s face it. A gorgeous and caring man who keeps you company 24/7 and guards every inch of your body like it’s his job—which it absolutely is—is all kinds of sexy. Bonus: he bakes a mean pie. By the end of this book I was channeling my inner Whitney Houston à la The Bodyguard and belting out, “And i-e-i will always love-you-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-i will always love you.” I fell hard for bodyguard Logan St. James. He totally kicks Kevin Costner’s ass!
Logan is a member of Prince Nicholas of Wessco’s royal security team and is tasked with guarding his fiancé’s sister, Ellie. Logan is a man of honor, and I love that he not only takes care of her physically, but emotionally as well. For five years he faithfully guards her and resists Ellie’s constant flirtations.
It’s so sweet to see Ellie evolve from a naïve 17-year-old with a cute crush on Logan, to a stunning 22-year old woman in love with her protector. Throughout it all, she maintains her playfulness and independence.
I appreciate romances that have a slow burn, and this story takes its precious time developing Ellie and Logan’s forbidden attraction from simmering to smoldering. I enjoyed every crackle, sizzle, and pop of their relationship along the way.
This story is heavy on the swoon factor, and it’s also incredibly funny. Picture this. It was 3:00 am and I was in bed with my eyes glued to my Kindle since I simply could not put the book down. My husband was asleep because, you know, normal people are asleep in the middle of the night. I kept covering my mouth and biting my lip to keep from laughing out loud. Unfortunately, my muffled laughter was shaking the bed so hard that I woke him up anyway. #truestory #badwife
The bottom line is if you want an exuberant love story that is undeniably hilarious and utterly delightful, look no further than Royally Endowed.
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**ARC received in exchange for an honest review.**
Excerpt from Royally Endowed
But then the mood shifts, as if the air becomes thicker, weighted, more . . . sultry.
Because slowly, Logan sinks down to one knee in front of me—looking in my eyes the whole time. In this position, I could touch his shoulders, comb my fingers through his thick, dark hair. He’s the perfect height for me to bend down and kiss his mouth—the perfect height for him to kiss me back . . . in a lot of places.
My breath hitches. And I wonder he feels it too.
There’s a sound of tearing Velcro, and Logan takes something off his ankle—a holster, with a small silver knife, about three inches long.
“Keep this on you all the time,” he says seriously. “Just in case. If you wear a skirt, the strap will fit around your thigh.”
And I almost laugh. Most girls get a ring from a guy on his knees. I get a murder weapon. But still, it makes me feel safe . . . watched over. Like I’m something precious that deserves to be protected.
I take the knife from him, testing the surprisingly solid, heavy weight of it in my hand. I press my index finger to the tip.
Logan grabs my wrist tightly. “Careful. It’s sharp.”
There’s a small, painless nick, a tiny bead of blood, so I put my finger in my mouth, sucking.
And Logan’s watching me again.
Watching my mouth.
His chest seems to rise just a little faster, and his throat ripples when he swallows. He bends his head, curves his strong back, and then I feel his hands on my ankle, securing the strap. His touch is warm and self-assured. It’s the way he always moves—confident and experienced. Logan knows his body and he knows how to use it, in every way possible.
I almost moan. The sound is in the back of my throat, but I keep it trapped. I never knew the ankle was an erogenous zone, but it sure as hell is now. A hot pulse of pleasure streaks from Logan’s fingers on my bare skin, up my thigh, between my legs.
And I throb there, growing swollen and heavy as he keeps his hands on me.
Can he tell? Does he know? He’s so aware of everything, always so attuned, I wonder if he can sense my arousal . . . feel it in the air that clings between us.