ROYAL TREATMENT by Parker Swift (June 11, 2017; Forever Yours eBook; $3.99; Royal Scandal Book 3)
All this duke needs is his duchess…
For five blissful months I’ve been engaged to Dylan Hale, the most handsome, commanding, and wickedly sexy duke in England. For five months I’ve woken up next to the man I love, indulged in secret trysts, and submitted to every delicious desire. Even better? We’ve managed to keep it hidden from everyone. That means no paparazzi scandals, no snide comments from Dylan’s mother, and no harsh public scrutiny. It’s been heaven, but with Dylan’s royal responsibilities looming, our time alone is running out. And while I can’t wait to be Dylan’s wife, I’m terrified that becoming Dylan’s duchess might mean losing myself.
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Rating : 4.5 out of 5 Stars
Lydia and Dylan have been engaged for 5 months and they have managed to keep it a secret. After his father’s death, Dylan has become the Duke of Abingdon. He has a lot on his plate, with two companies to run and the duties and constraints of his title. His cooperation with members of MI6 puts additional pressure on his shoulders, but is necessary to save his family pile. His father nearly bankrupted their family company and had dubious connections with the Russian mafia.
Lydia is still afraid she will never fit into Dylan’s life. She is neither a socialite nor a kept woman and doesn’t want to be laden with the trappings of wealth and status. Decisions need to be made, feelings need to be expressed. She wants her next career move to be an asset for their future married life, not a liability. Obviously, they can’t keep everything under wraps and live in their happy bubble for very long anymore. Lydia is aware of Dylan’s difficulties, but she trusts they will figure out the life they both want. Dylan is a reformed bad boy, Lydia has changed his outlook on major life decisions. He is bossy and yet so attentive and caring. I loved Dylan and Lydia together, there is no doubt that these two are soulmates. Their story had its ups and downs, but they always find strength in each other.
This final installment in the Royal Scandal series was the icing on the (wedding) cake. I felt that Parker Swift has given the closure that the characters deserved. This book had everything I love in a romance novel, the emotions, the spark, the swoon worthy moments, the sexy times, the tension and, of course, a perfect happily-ever-after. The story was well paced and a real page turner. The great cast of secondary characters adds warmth to the story, I hope Parker Swift will write their story next. I really enjoyed this author’s flair for vibrant characterization and fluid storytelling. If you enjoy a contemporary fairy tale with a twist, I highly recommend this trilogy!
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For the past five months, I’d taken my mission to heart: Put yourself first. Enjoy the freedom of life out of the spotlight. Get your career off the ground before it competes with running an ancient estate and being on your husband’s arm.
For five months, I’d said yes to all things. Late nights dancing with Fiona and Josh. Girlie nights with Emily. Paris for Fashion Week. Long runs in the park by myself without paparazzi trailing me. Late nights working on the launch of Fiona’s online store. Dylan and I had kept our relationship low profile so that I could do all those things, so I wouldn’t get sucked into the aristocratic machine, so I could move freely and make choices without fear of how it would look or who would be watching. And it had been great. It did feel freeing, like I’d been slipping into a version of adulthood I’d always been waiting for, figuring out who I wanted to be in the world, taking a deep breath while I thought about the reality of being a duchess. But no matter what I did, I was always happy to go home to Dylan, to find him there, to let him find me there. Nothing had changed in that regard—I wanted to be with him.
I had figured I’d wake up one day and just know, now’s the time. And on that day I’d replace soon with yes. We’d make a big announcement, open the door, I’d officially be Dylan’s fiancée and soon after his wife, with everything that came with it. But that aha moment hadn’t happened yet, and now there was this. This decision, going to New York for six months, would change everything. If I said no to Hannah’s offer and stayed in London, I knew that, in some plates-shifting kind of way, it meant that I was ready to say yes to Dylan, to all of this, to everything he was asking for. But if I said yes to Hannah, to effectively leaving behind everything I’d built in London for a half a year in New York, my long engagement would be longer than I’d ever really wanted it to be.
With each block I passed through, my mind changed, I swayed back and forth. Yes, I’d go to New York for six months. No, I’d stay in London with Dylan. Yes. No. Yes. No. It felt like everything was pitted against one another. London versus New York. My career versus my relationship. My present versus my future.
I was swimming so feverishly in my own mind, my heels clacking on the pavement, my bag swinging against my hip, that didn’t realize I was standing in front of our house.
I hadn’t walked to the store. I’d walked home.
As I looked in the window, I could see Dylan in the library on the ground floor. It looked like he was searching for a book, his arm stretched up to one of the higher shelves. He’d been working on a restoration recently and had been researching like a madman. He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt that fitted his muscular frame perfectly. His hair was tousled, uneven from running his fingers through it. He looked at the book in his hands and then stared into the room, thinking. I knew that in a moment he would begin absent-mindedly spinning the pencil in his hand, tapping it against his shoulder, deep in thought. I knew, without looking, that his feet would be bare. I knew there was probably a half-consumed cup of tea on a stool by his drafting table. I knew him.
The beauty I saw when I looked through that window made my chest tighten. I was looking into a home that had become mine, ours. I was looking at my future.
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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