Confessions of a Royal Lover


Frankly, it’s not a surprise that I’ve written a book about royalty. It’s actually more surprising that it’s taken me this long in my authorhood to do so.

When I was a little girl, my grandmother used to tell me stories. Later I realized that many of those stories were actually books she’d read. One of those was about the little princesses of England, Princess Elizabeth and Princess Margaret Rose. I was astonished to realize that those ‘little princesses’ were actually adults, as the stories from Nana had taken place over thirty years before my birth.

But I was intrigued, and I began reading. I devoured Robert Lacey’s biography Majesty about the Queen, and then I branched off into the books in his bibliography. I loved all the detail about the Royal Family. I was well and truly hooked.

I was thirteen years old and babysitting one evening when I was flipping through a Newsweek magazine. There was a picture of a young woman who had been photographed with the light shining through her skirt and an accompanying brief article about the Prince of Wales’ current love interest, the daughter of an earl. Lady Diana Spencer was only nineteen, and although she was pursued by the British media, the Americans weren’t paying much attention right away. In the age before the internet and social media, that meant I didn’t see a lot of coverage of their courtship.

The day their engagement was announced, though, everything changed. Suddenly, the news was filled with pictures of the two, and from the date of the announcement through the actual wedding, the frenzy built.

I was the perfect impressionable age to fall in love with what appeared to be a classic romance. I clipped newspaper and magazine articles, I saved my money and bought the books and the paper dolls (still have them!), and I watched every show that might have a little blip about the couple.

On their wedding day–July 29, 1981–I was up early and glued to the television to drink in every detail. The carriage! The dress! St. Paul’s! The guests! I also recorded the wedding so that I could back and watch it at my leisure. I had my hair cut in a Diana do–and that was a big deal, since I’d had quite long hair.

In the years that followed, I didn’t lose my enthusiasm, even as I grew up and had my own romances. I was sad when details of Charles and Diana’s marriage were revealed, but by then, I too was married with little ones.

On Labor Day Sunday, I awoke to the horrifying news that Diana had died in a terrible car accident in Paris. I’ll never forget that day; the sense of loss over someone I’d never known in person but who had been part of my life, my growing up, was devastating. Once again I was glued to the TV, but this time, there was no happy ending.

For years, my own version of a royal romance and how it might play out had lurked in the back of my writer’s brain. And then last year, the image of a cover and a title flashed in my head, along with bits and pieces of the accompanying story. And that’s how The Anti-Cinderella was born.

Kyra isn’t Diana–she’s older, for one; she’s American, and whereas Diana struggled with demons from her childhood, Kyra grew up in a loving, nurturing family. But there is no doubt that Diana’s shadow is on this book, particularly in Kyra’s interactions with the press. And although Diana isn’t mentioned by name and probably will not be in subsequent books, she is very much on my mind as I write.

For all of her missteps and mistakes, Diana changed the face of the Royal Family as we know it–for the better. It makes me happy to see her sons continuing this trend. As a royal devotee, I hope that the Windsors stay strong for generations to come.

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The Anti-Cinderella releases May 15th!

How many girls can say their first kiss was with a prince in the British royal family? 

I was fourteen and he was sixteen, and yes, it was magical. But that kiss didn’t exactly change my life. To tell you the truth, I didn’t even think about it-or Nicky Windsor-for the next ten years . . . until fate, in the guise of my grandparents, brought us back together again.

Now everything has spun out of control. I’m ducking reporters and photographers when I try to leave home. My friends act as if I’m someone they don’t know anymore. The whole world seems to be watching me, wanting to see some kind of modern Cinderella story. 

But trust me, I’m no man’s princess. I’m more comfortable in tennis shoes than in a tiara, more likely to rock a bucket than a ball gown, and more liable to fall on my face than to pull off a graceful wave.

The only thing that keeps me from running away and hiding is Nicky. He’s all I’ve ever wanted in a man: hot, hunky and head-over-heels in love with me. I think I feel the same way. I think I want to be with him forever. 

But the idea of life with the royal family terrifies me. Even if I have found my one and only, can I handle what comes after our happy ending? 

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Nicky turned over my hand and as I watched, my pulse quickening, he pressed his lips into my palm. “I’m honored that I was your first.”

I swallowed over the lump rising in my throat. “You were a hard act to follow. Pity poor Steve Callway, who had to be my second. He didn’t stand a chance.”

“Steve, huh?” Nicky snorted. “Sounds like a loser.”

“No, he was nice,” I protested. “But I was fifteen and not that interested. He took me by surprise, and I hauled off and hit him. So you definitely got the better response when it came to kissing me.”

Nicky tossed back his head, laughing. “You punched a boy who kissed you? Why?”

“Like I said. I was surprised. He didn’t ask me first.” I lifted a shoulder. “The next time, he knew. He asked, and I didn’t hit. It was a much more satisfying experience for both of us.”

“Ky?” He played with my fingers, his touch on the sensitive skin between them making me shiver. “If I kiss you, will you slug me?”

I was very still, almost afraid to move. “You’d have to take your chances and find out, I guess.”

“The first time . . . I didn’t ask permission, did I? But you didn’t hit me the way you did, uh, Steve.”

“No, you didn’t.” I gave the barest shake of my head. “And I didn’t.”

“When I kiss you again, Ky . . . and I plan to do that . . . I won’t ask. I’ll take you by surprise.” A crooked smile curved his mouth. “And I bet you won’t punch me.”

“You’re willing to take that risk?” I smirked. “I’d watch out. I have a mean right hook. Just think how mortifying it would be to have to explain to the press why you have a black eye.”

His gaze never leaving my face, Nicky moved across the space that separated us until he was looming over me, one arm braced on either side.

“I’ll take my chances.” Lowering himself just slightly, he touched his lips to my forehead. “When the time is right—and it’s not going to be tonight, so you can relax—but at the right time, you won’t even think about swinging at me.” He smiled, but his eyes were filled with intense heat. “You won’t be able to think about anything but me. I promise you that.”

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When Nicky stopped the car and switched off the lights, I added, “Do you want to come in? Shelby’s home, but I’m sure she’d be, uh, accommodating, too.”

After the briefest hesitation, he shook his head. “I want to, but I’m not going to. Not tonight. My flight leaves very early in the morning, and we have to drive back to Bangor tonight. As much as I’d like to meet your Shelby, it’ll have to wait until next time.”

“She’d probably have a heart attack if you came walking in with me.” I giggled. “She knew I was going out tonight, but I didn’t tell her about you. Not at all.”

Nicky regarded me with surprise. “You never told her you knew me? About our epic first kiss? I’m hurt, Ky. I thought girls shared all those deep, dark secrets with their best friends.”

“They do, and I did, but I never said who it was. I always referred to you as Nicky, the boy next-door in the summers. I never let it slip that your other grandmother is the head of the British Commonwealth.”

“Hmm. I think I like the idea of being Nicky, the boy next door.” He unbuckled his seat belt and turned to face me. “Come here, girl next door, and let me kiss you one more time—for now. Let me give you something to remember until the next time I can kiss you.”

We didn’t have much space to maneuver in the small front seat with the console between us, but I managed to get up on my knees and face Nicky, who tugged me forward until we were face-to-face. When he kissed me this time, it was with a new sense of urgency and a ton of restrained desire.

“If I wasn’t getting on a flight tomorrow, I’d take you inside, and I do what I’ve wanted to do all night.” He trailed his lips over my jaw and down my neck.

“What’s that?” My voice sounded drugged and sluggish.

“I’d find out what you have on beneath that teasing skirt. It’s just short enough to make me think that if you bent far enough, I might get a tempting peek of what I want to see.” He sucked gently at the hollow in my throat where my pulse thrummed erratically. “And of what I’m dying to touch.”

“Would you?” I laughed softly. “If you weren’t leaving tomorrow, I’d peel off this shirt of yours and lay beneath you, just to see the muscles in your arms when you brace yourself over me.”

“Ughhhh.” Nicky closed his eyes, banging his head into the back of the seat. “Damn the office that made my travel arrangements. I wish they’d built in a few more days. And a few more nights.”

Framing Nicky’s face in my two hands, I smiled into his gorgeous blue eyes. “Next time, right? This isn’t all the time we have. There’s going to be a next time.”

He sighed deeply, his answering grin huge. “Yes. Yes, in fact, there will be. I’m going to make that a priority as soon as I’m home and settled. But hearing you say it—knowing you believe it—that’s enough for now. That makes me very happy, Ky.”

I ducked my head, shy now all of a sudden. “Believing it isn’t easy—but I believe in you, Nicky. Don’t make me sorry about that, okay?”

He gazed down at me, all humor gone now. “I won’t. You can trust me, Kyra. I promise.”

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#MeetCute January News!










When London was fifteen, a fortune teller told her she would meet her soul mate on June 23rd. The only problem is, which June 23rd? The woman wasn’t specific and only called him her dreamer. Desperate to find her mystery man eleven years later, London sets out to search for him but is waylaid by a mugger instead.

Elliot has had his eye on the woman who jogs past the park where he coaches his nephew’s baseball team for the past month. When he’s the first responder for a mugging victim on June 23rd, she’s barely conscious. She’s the woman tattooed on his chest. He’s seen her in his dreams and has been drawing her for years.

They’ll both sound crazy if they reveal their secrets, but they can’t stay away from each other. Elliot has priorities, promises made to his late sister. London’s trying to live a more intentional existence instead of waiting for everything to fall in her lap.

Can they fulfill the destiny predicted by the fortune teller? Or will fate be undone?

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