Livia Grant has brought us a new romance. Unlike some of her other work, this one isn’t really kinky, but it is really steamy. Anyone who read Royally Mine is going to recognize this story or at least parts of it. It’s Livia’s offering in that book. However, she has expanded out the story, given us new bits and new info, and a whole new Christmas scene. So, let’s talk about Royalty, American style: King of Baseball.
Colt is a baseball player who has a long career, and he’s doing very well. He’s chasing a record when it comes to double-base hits. If he gets 94 more, he will have the record. That has been his focus lately. According to Wikipedia, which I had to use to check because my baseball terminology is rusty, a double means that runs are being driven in from 2nd and 3rd bases, and even 1st base, occasionally.
While he’s been working on that and playing in the playoffs for the Yankees, his agent ambushed him with a contract to a reality show. On this show, he’s going to go live in a house with 6 attractive women and end up choosing one of them. Think the Bachelor. However, since it’s on cable, think the Bachelor on HBO, where all the things that have been faded to black are now shown in living color. Colt isn’t very happy about that. Yeah, he’s been a playboy in the past, but this is a totally different situation, and he really doesn’t want to be on TV, but he has no choice.
Harper is a chef in need of both a job and a home. She was living with Giorgio, who was her boyfriend and her boss. That is, right up until she found him playing dip the sausage with another employee. Then, G was “nice” enough to recommend her for the job. So yeah, there’s that. Now she’s working as the chef on the show, cooking for everyone, and living on the estate in a glorious apartment. On her first night there, she makes her signature dish, a mushroom ravioli. Colt recognizes it as the dish from his favorite recipe, where she used to work and where she created it. He runs into the kitchen to meet her and gushes all over her.
Harper’s plan has been to just avoid the playboy man-whore named Colton, cook her food, get paid, and figure out the rest of her life. Should she go home to Illinois or go back to NYC and try to cook?
So, here’s where I’m going to part ways with you. I like this story. I like Colt, even though he plays for the Yankees. Boo hiss, Red Sox Nation 4-evah, yo. LOL. Actually, I grew up cheering for the Cincinnati Reds, since we lived in Indianapolis. My dad was a huge baseball fan, and all my brothers played Little League. Anyway, it’s a good story. I liked it in the original anthology, I like it more in this incarnation. The first sex scene is incredibly erotic, and I really liked it. I really want to try it sometime. This is definitely worth the money to pick it up and read it.
Oh, I really hate Gavin, the producer. He’s a slimy little fuck. He gets his in the end, which makes me happy. Karma is a bitch, and then she bites you in the ass. I did the Nelson laugh from the Simpsons when I first read it and still did it this time too.
The Christmas scene is lovely. I like seeing the continuation of their HEA. I mean, usually that’s the end of the story, and the MCs ride off into the sunset perfectly happy. But, a real HEA takes work and negotiation, and all that stuff. We get to see some of it in the Christmas scene, and I really like that. I mean, yeah, in some places I’m perfectly happy to have the HEA be the end, but I always enjoy the rest of the story.
OK, as much as I would love to keep talking about this lovely book, I don’t want to spill anything more than I may have already done. So, I’m going to still my furious fingers of fire and start the next blog. Go grab this one and look forward to the next one, like I am now. Meanwhile, happy reading!