ROYAL DISASTER by Parker Swift (April 2, 2017; Forever Yours eBook; $3.99; Royal Scandal Book 2)
“He’s not who you think he is . . . ”
Meeting Dylan Hale has turned my life upside down. I’m dating an actual duke who’s devastatingly handsome and deliciously naughty. On the surface, I’m living the high life. But this surreal world of royalty and paparazzi is getting out of control.
Someone knows way too much about Dylan and me-about the moments when we’re alone, about how his hands leave a trail of fire over my skin . . . about the complete control he has over me between the sheets. And worse, it’s starting to become clear that Dylan’s keeping secrets from me, too . . .
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Rating : 4 out of 5 Stars
Royal Disaster is the second installment in Parker Swift’s debut series “Royal Scandal” and once again, I found myself devouring this book! Dylan and Lydia’s story continues where we left off, they move into a new phase in their relationship. Lydia is now a public part of Dylan’s life and his enemies have a way to get to him through her. His father has a history of unsavory business dealings, and criminals are trying to take his family down.
Lydia feels vulnerable, her life is open to scrutiny and she is deeply hurt by a series of cruel internet articles. Dylan is concerned about her, he desperately wants to keep her in their safe bubble and protect her from the negative impact of being in the media spotlight, but the paparazzi are relentless. Dylan is bound by the shackles of his birthright and has the weight of his legacy and family company on his shoulders. His dysfunctional family wants to keep them apart, she is an American commoner and not deemed a suitable partner for a Marquess, heir to an English dukedom.
Lydia enjoys Dylan’s gentleman-in-charge’s attitude, he is bossy and yet so attentive and caring. I loved that Lydia stood up for herself, she is a sweet, easygoing and independent heroine and she definitely grew in this installment. But she feels out of her depth and doesn’t want to be laden with the trappings of wealth and status. Dylan needs Lydia’s love, trust and understanding. There are still many hidden parts in his life, he is secretive and private. Even if his father wants to dictate his private life, he knows what or rather who he wants in his life.
Secrets and revelations come to light in this seductive and addictive story. I loved Lydia and Dylan as a couple, their chemistry is palpable, they are vivid and likeable characters. The drama kept coming and this second book in the series comes to an end with an unexpected event that will turn their lives upside down. I’m really looking forward to reading the last part of their story, Royal Treatment!
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Dylan urged me through the door to his bedroom, his palm spread widely across my lower back. “In you go,” he said firmly.
I stepped into the dark room, lit only by the light coming from the bathroom door.
Dylan moved behind me, to the side, and stood me in front of a leather club chair. I waited as he poured himself a glass of water and placed it on the table next to the chair after taking a long swig.
“What? No more Scotch?” I asked, following his eyes as he circled me, coming to stand behind me.
“I want my senses about me for this. You were bloody gorgeous tonight,” he said into my ear, his fingertips stroking my arms. “So perfectly yourself. I want to reward you. I want to sink into you. I want to goddamn consume you,” he said slowly, taking his time, and I gulped in anticipation. “And no more talking,” he said softly, finally settling into the chair before me and gazing up at me. “Undress.”
I giggled a little. “So it’s going to be that kind of night.”
He tsk-ed at me, wagging his finger as he sat down. “Shh, damsel. This will be better if you follow instructions.”
My skin was singing—it felt like there were a million little weather systems moving in the air around me, all electric, all feverish. My breathing was picking up.
I walked up to him, put my hands on the armrests of the chair where he sat, leaned over, and kissed him slowly on the lips. No tongue, just firm, warm lips.
“Can you unzip me at least?” I whispered, our faces centimeters apart, the air between us warming. Our eyes met, and my little challenge added heat to this game. He was getting ready to devour me.
I stood and turned, so my back was to him, and I felt him rise behind me. He dragged the zipper slowly down my back and slid his hands into the dress. They were so warm and felt so big, like he could grab me fully around my middle. His thumbs stroked my underarms, and the subtle movements caused a ripple, a shiver of anticipation.
The dress, now loose, slumped off my shoulders, making room for his hands. He unclasped my bra, and it fell into the dress. Then he pushed the whole thing off my arms and down my body, so it hung in front of me, and my bra spilled to the floor.
“On the bed, damsel.” He smacked my ass—hard. I smiled, eager, scurried to his majestic four-poster canopy bed, and perched myself on its edge. I bit my lip between my nervous teeth and sat on my hands. My hair drifted around my shoulders. The pit in my stomach and the round ache between my legs were getting sharper, firmer, more demanding. I wanted his hands on me, all over me. He was taking this too slowly, like he was stalking his prey.
Dylan reached into his bag, parked by the base of the bed, and lifted out a long coil of velvety-looking fabric, wider than rope, softer looking. “You game for this, sweetness?” I nodded hungrily, shamelessly. “Good. Then up at the headboard. Now.”
I crawled on all fours and turned back to look at Dylan stalking me. “Thought this through, did you?”
Another crisp slap to my ass.
Right, no talking. But if that was my punishment, I might have to keep rebelling. I couldn’t stop the eager smile forming on my face, and Dylan shook his head. “Incorrigible.”
About the Author
Parker Swift grew up in Providence, Rhode Island, and then grew up again in New York, London, and Minneapolis and currently lives in Connecticut. She has spent most of her adult life examining romantic relationships in an academic lab as a professor of social psychology. Now, she’s exploring the romantic lives of her fictional characters in the pages of her books. When she’s not writing, she spends her time with her bearded nautical husband and being told not to sing along to pop music in the car by her two sons.
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