Release Blitz – Royally Endowed (Royally, #3) by Emma Chase

ROYALLY ENDOWED, an all-new sexy, standalone contemporary romance in the Royally series by New York Times bestselling author Emma Chase, is AVAILABLE NOW on ALL platforms!

Cover Designer: By Hang Le

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Title: Royally Endowed

Series: Royally #3

Author: Emma Chase

Release Date: August 14, 2017


A boy from the wrong side of the tracks…
But these days he covers his tattoos with a respectable suit. He’s charismatic, good looking, smart and trustworthy—any girl would be proud to bring him home to her family.
But there’s only one girl he wants.
She’s an angel on earth, his living, breathing fantasy. For years he’s known her, sometimes laughed with her, once shared a pint with her…he would lay down his life for her.
But she doesn’t see him—not really.
A girl endowed with royal relations . . .
She dreams of princes and palaces, but in her quest for happily ever after, harsh truths are learned: castles are drafty, ball gowns are a nuisance, and nobility doesn’t equal noble intentions.
In the end, she sees her true heart’s love may just be the handsome, loyal boy who’s been beside her all along.

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    Some men think with their cocks.

    You know the type. Quick smooth-talkers, shifty eyes always scanning for a nice pair of legs, a set of full tits, or a tight arse they can pant after.

    Other blokes think too much with their brains. You know that type too. Annoyingly careful, slow-moving, constantly parsing their words like they already know whatever they’re saying is going to come back and take a bite out of them.

    I’m not either of those.

    I always go with my gut. When it clenches with a warning, I act—no hesitation. When it tugs and nudges, I pause and reevaluate. When it twists and writhes, I know, guaranteed, I’ve cocked up big-time.

    My gut is my best friend, my conscience, my most lethal asset.

    And it has never let me down.

    It’s my gut that drags me to her door. That roots me in place as I knock. That gives me the words—pleading, unfamiliar remorseful words—I’ll gladly say to make this right.

    To get her back.

    Because while my gut is brilliant, sometimes I can be a real fucking idiot.

    Yesterday was one of those times.

    “Ellie. It’s me—open up, we need to talk.”

    I sense movement on the other side of the solid oak door—not in sounds or shifting shadows beneath it, but more of an awareness. I can feel her in there. Nearby and listening.  

    “Go away, Logan.”

    Her voice is tight, higher-pitched than usual. Upset.

    “Ellie, please. I was a twat, I know . . .” I’m not keen on begging from the hallway, but if that’s what it takes . . .  “I’m sorry. Let me in.”

    Ellie is difficult to anger, quick to forgive; she just doesn’t have it in her to hold a grudge. So her next words fall like an axe—cutting my legs right off from under me.

    “No, you were right. The princess’s sister and the East Amboy bodyguard don’t make sense—we’ll never last.”

    Did I actually say that to her? What the fuck is wrong with me? What I feel for her is the one thing in my life that makes sense. That matters.

    But I never told her that.

    Instead . . . instead, I said all the wrong things.

    I brace my palm against the smooth wood, leaning forward, wanting to be as near to her as possible. “Elle . . .”

    “I’ve changed my mind, Logan.”

    If a corpse could speak, it would sound exactly like my Ellie does now. Flat, lifeless.  

    “I want the fairy tale. I want what Olivia has . . . castles and carriages . . . and you’ll never be able to give me that. I would just be settling for you. You’ll never be able to make me happy.”

    She doesn’t mean that. They’re my words—the insecurities I put on her—that she’s hurling back in my face.  

    But God, it fucking hurts to hear. Physically hurts—stabbing deep into the pit of my stomach, crushing my chest, grinding my bones. I meant it when I said I would die for her . . . and right now, it feels like I am.

    I grab the doorknob to walk inside, to see her face. To see that she doesn’t mean it.


    “Don’t come in!” she screeches like I’ve never heard her before. “I don’t want to see you! Go away, Logan. We’re done—just go!”

    I breathe hard—that’s what you do when pain wrecks you, breathe through it. Then I swallow bile, straighten up, turn around and walk down the hall. Away from her. Just like she wants, like she asked. Like she screamed.

    My brain tells me to move faster—get the hell out of there, cut my losses and lick my wounds. And my heart—Christ—that poor bastard’s too battered and bloody to say anything at all.

    But then, just over halfway down the hall, my steps slow until I stop completely.

    Because my gut . . . it strains through the hurt. Rebels. It shouts that this isn’t right. This isn’t her. Something’s off.

    And even more than that . . . something is very, very wrong.

    I glance up and down the quiet hall—not a guard or a maid in sight. I look back at the door. Closed and silent and still.

    Then I turn and march straight back to it. I don’t knock, or wait, or ask for permission. In one move, I turn the knob and step inside.

    What I see there stops me cold.

    Because whatever I was expecting, it sure as fuck wasn’t this.

    Not at all . . .

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About the Author

Emma Chase

Emma Chase

Emma Chase lives in New Jersey with her husband, two children and two misbehaving (but really cute) dogs. She has a long standing love/hate relationship with caffeine.

Emma is an avid reader. Before her children were born she was known to consume whole books in a single day. Writing has also always been a passion and with the 2013 release of her debut romantic comedy, Tangled, the ability to now call herself an author is nothing less than a dream come true. 

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