The Reluctant release of Reluctantly Royal

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

It's finally here.

August 26th, 2014.

The day that I get to share Max with everyone. The day my book-baby hits the shelves around the country. It's the day that finishes the Suddenly series.



It's also the day of rolling black-outs in my town.

Of all the days, this was not a good day for mass black-outs.

For instance, I've been trying to make this post since 8am this morning. It's now after 3pm and I'm typing quickly to try and finish before the power goes back out.

Let's just say today has been an adventure. It started like any normal day. I stumbled out of bed, dressed the munchkin, made a lunch, and drove her to school. I got home just in time for the second black out to hit. Confused I called the power company and received some lame information which didn't tell me anything. After a little digging I found out that one of the nearby substations had a fire last night, thus rolling black-outs.

I drove all over town to find internet (and a working air conditioner). Almost as soon as I set foot in an establishment the power went off. I decided I was cursed and eventually settled for eating lunch in my car at the pick up line of my daughters school. (At least I had AC!)

But! Now the power is on (hopefully for good) and I can finally share my excitement with everyone.

MAX IS HERE!!!
 
 
Isn't he swoon worthy?


 
Here is an excerpt so you can see exactly why I think so...
 
 
As I turned to leave the room, my eyes fell on a sketch pad and I couldn’t help myself. Sitting back down in the chair I flipped it open and smiled at the drawings inside. Marty had promise for such a young kid. Turning to a blank page, I glanced around and searched for a pencil. Charcoal would be best, but pencil would do.
 
I started with the lines of his forehead, the curve of his impish nose, the roundness of his cheeks. I was lost in the sketch, enjoying the shadows, the tenderness in his expression, working to capture that moment of utter innocence.
 
“That’s beautiful.” Her voice was soft.
 
I looked up from what I was doing, not surprised that she had snuck up on me. When I’m lost in a project, the world disappears; the only thing I’m aware of are the layers of the project I’m working on.
 
“He’s a good subject.” I turned back to the paper and finished up the shading of the blanket.
 
“Only because he’s asleep and not moving.” Her quiet laugh sent shivers over my body.
 
“That does help.” I smiled up at her. “But it’s the contrast. The contrast of him awake versus him asleep. He looks so young right now, so innocent.”
 
“What do you mean?” She leaned closer to look at the picture.
 
“He’s so mature, quick-witted.” I whispered the words. “But here he is, looking like the child he is.”
 
“His teachers say that,” she said. “That he’s quick to pick things up.”
 
“I’d say so.” I turned and handed her the sketch pad. “I hope you don’t mind that I drew him. The light and shadows were too perfect to resist.” Sort of like her right now. The way the moonlight glinted in her eyes and shone along her hair. Her perfect features would make any artist ache to draw them. Her pixie nose, the heavy eyelashes, the curve of her body hinted at by the oversized sweater she had wrapped around herself. It made my palms itch. Partly because I just wanted to touch her, to see if she would taste as sweet as she looked in that moment.
 
“Thank you for keeping him entertained.” She stood up. “Can I keep this?”
 
“Of course.” I stood up and stretched. Her eyes swept over my chest and then back up to my face. Maybe I wasn’t the only one tempted to touch. I hated to admit it, but I had a flare of pride. “I enjoyed hanging out with him.”
 
I was surprised to realize I meant it. I never would have thought spending time with a six-year-old would have been enjoyable.
 
“Looks like he did too.” She moved away from the door and I followed her into the hallway.
 
“Did you get everything settled?”
 
“I think so.” She frowned.
 
“What’s wrong?” Her expression worried me.
 
“Granddad would have hated a large ceremony.” She sighed and headed for the stairs. “But I guess that as a duke there are some things that have to happen.”
 
“I don’t blame your grandfather.” I followed behind her. “I would want a small ceremony, not to be made into a production.”
 
“I’m starting to think you don’t like any type of production.” She looked at me over shoulder.
 
“Not really, no.” I wasn’t going to lie. “I don’t like being the focus, being the center of attention. It makes me uncomfortable.” I wasn’t going to lie, but I hadn’t intended to tell her so much about me.
 
“And yet you agreed to help me with my grandfather’s funeral.” She turned to me at the bottom of the stairs and set the sketch pad on a table. “Why?”
 
I stared at her for a minute, enjoying the way her eyes looked up at me, the tilt of her chin, the way her hair cascaded around her shoulders. “I don’t know.”

Unable to help myself, I reached out and touched her cheek with my fingers. Her pupils dilated and she inhaled softly. With one thumb I traced the dip under her plump bottom lip. Her hand reached up to trace my jaw and she took a step closer to me.
 
“You should be running from me as fast as you can.” She whispered the words. “I’m everything you don’t want.”
 
“I’m not so sure.”
 
“I live for the spotlight, it’s my food.” Her eyes were half lidded as she edged closer to my mouth. “And you’ve seen my family. I’m trouble, Max.”

Did I care? I wasn’t sure I was capable of making a real decision as her smell wrapped around my senses. The only thing I knew was that I wanted to taste her, to touch her, to press her against my body. To hear her say my name again.
 
Dipping my head, I grazed her lips with mine and I was lost. On a sigh, she leaned into me and wrapped her hands around my neck. Tilting her head back, I brought my mouth to hers carefully, softly, tasting. I wanted to deepen the kiss, to hear her moan, to feel the way her body could wrap around mine, but I kept it soft, sweet, and simple. She was in such a hard place, she needed to be protected, treasured by someone.
 
And right now, I was that person.


 
 
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A huge thank you to everyone that has helped spread the word about Reluctantly Royal. I've been overwhelmed by your support. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
 
 
Nichole Chase
 
 
 
 
 

Love Prince Yummy?

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Reluctantly Royal is getting ever closer to shelves.

To celebrate the release, we're going to be interviewing some of the characters.

So give me your burning questions!

Go ahead. Ask him.


Fill out the form below and tell me what you would ask Prince Alex (AKA Prince Yummy).

 



 

What would you ask?

Friday, August 8, 2014


Eighteen days.

Eighteen days are all that stand between us and the release of RELUCTANTLY ROYAL.



To celebrate the release, we're going to have a series of interviews with some of the characters. Who? Well, I think we'll start with Chadwick. Who better to kick it all off? Just think about it. He's privy to all the intimate details, the juicy gossip, the nitty gritty.

So. What would you ask Chadwick, personal assistant to Princess Samantha--wife of Prince Alex, the future King of Lilaria?



I will pick several of the best questions and you'll get your answers!

 
 
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