#BlogTour~~The Swedish Prince by Karina Halle
The Swedish Prince by Karina Halle
Publication Date: March 22nd, 2018
Genre: Contemporary Romance
I never believed in fairy-tales.
Never held out for Prince Charming.
Growing up poor in small-town California as the oldest of six siblings, I knew I would never ride off into the sunset with anyone. That was even more apparent when a senseless tragedy took the lives of my parents, forcing me to become the sole guardian of our dysfunctional household at the mere age of twenty-three.
Then a fateful encounter literally brought Prince Charming to my dusty doorstep.
At first I thought Viktor was just your average businessman passing through, albeit obscenely handsome, six-foot-five, blue-eyed, and mysteriously rich.
But soon I discovered the truth behind Viktor’s façade.
Beneath his quiet, enigmatic gaze and cocky charm, is a man who is running away from who he really is. A role he’d rather not fulfill.
He is Viktor of House Nordin, His Royal Highness, The Crown Prince of Sweden.
Yet uncovering Viktor’s secret was only the first step.
I didn’t expect to fall in love with him.
I didn’t expect to have my whole life turned upside down.
When you’re from two different worlds, can your hearts meet somewhere in the middle?
Or do happily-ever-afters only exist in fairy-tales?
The Swedish Prince is a standalone romance inspired by Roman Holiday.
Abby’s review 5 blushes
Sometimes life is hard. My life this past week has been the epitome of hard. Monday I sat for hours by my teenager’s bedside while she was admitted in the hospital for three enormous seizures. In this time when life felt so heavy and I wanted to cry but needed to hold it together, this little gem of a book made me laugh.
This light-hearted fairytale with steam and jokes and happily-ever-afters was soothing and made me unexpectantly laugh-out-loud. When it felt like everything around me was too heavy, this book lightened my load.
It’s been a long time since I’ve read a Karina Halle book. Once I started, I scratched my head and wondered why that was. Somehow, I’ve seemed to have forgotten how she can catch you up in her story-telling. If you need to forget reality and live in a fairytale, pick up this book. I can’t tell you how many times she made me smile when the world around me felt way to claustrophobic and it was one of those times, I really wanted to reach out and thank her, and let her know that she made a difference. So, thanks for the laughs Karina!
Sandy’s 4.25 Blush Review
Maggie was living the life of a college student in New York City after leaving behind her five siblings and small town life. Until the night her parents are murdered and her dreams of a journalism degree disappear. There is no choice other than to go back home and take on raising her siblings. Ironically she takes her mom’s old job as a housekeeper at the local La Quinta. In her mind, her life is over at least until her youngest sibling comes of age.
Viktor Nordin is the Prince of Sweden living a Prince Harry life. Due to the tragic passing of his brother, Viktor is now thrust into living a Prince William type of life along with all the responsibilities and pressures that entails. Not at all what he had imagined for himself. Add the grief to this emotional powder keg and it all becomes too much for the Prince. He runs away from home.
A prince with unlimited funds and yet serendipity leaves him in Tehachapi, California. Strolling out of the bathroom, naked in all his magnificent “nether region” glory just as Maggie is coming in to clean the room.
Karina Halle based The Swedish Prince on the classic movie Roman Holiday. She’s given us a funny, angsty, a little heartbreaking and absolutely red hot sexy kinda read. Of course, the road to love does not run smoothly and there are a few big bumps in the road. Bottom line – I love how Karina leads us through this contemporary romance. I read the last page with a smile on my face. I think you’ll feel the same.
“Do you need any help?” Callum asks Viktor as he sorts things.
Callum has never asked to help me in the kitchen before.
Viktor smiles at him appreciatively and I’m aware of how charmed they are of each other. It warms my heart.
“Well let’s see,” Viktor says and takes off his suit jacket, hanging it on the back of the chair, and starts rolling up his sleeves. His tanned, muscled forearms pop against the white fabric as he folds it around his elbow. Hot damn. Forget about warming my heart, this is warming up other places.
“What are you good at Callum?” he asks.
Callum taps his finger against his chin in thought. “Math.”
“That’s great. I meant in the kitchen.”
“Slicing things,” he says with a big smile. “Or stabbing things.” Evil giggle.
Viktor’s eyes widen briefly. “Okay, so we’ll keep you away from the knives.” He looks at me for help.
I shrug. “Beats me, he’s never wanted to help me in the kitchen.”
“Because you’re not James Bond,” Callum says.
“Well sorrrrrry,” I tell him. I can’t blame the kid. Viktor in his suit in our kitchen is probably the most exciting thing to ever happen to us.
“Have you ever grated parmesan, Callum?” Viktor asks him while rummaging through the drawers and finding the cheese grater. He raises it up triumphantly while I silently shake my head, no way. A cheese grater is just a knife with scales.
“Nevermind,” Viktor says quickly, placing the cheese grater far away from him. “How about you just sit there and sing me songs. I rather liked your rendition of Dancing Queen.”
Oh god. Now that I know “Dancing Queen” was sung to his actual mother the night before she became queen, by ABBA themselves, Callum’s version seems even more crude.
“I forgot the lyrics,” Callum says with a shrug. “But I can rap.” He clears his throat like he’s about to sing an opera. “I like big poops and I cannot lie.”
I roll my eyes and give Viktor a warning look. He asked for this.
“Can I help with anything?” I ask coming around the table beside him.
“An apron would be great,” he says. His hands are already floured from handling the fresh pasta so I grab an apron hanging in the pantry – one that has chickens all over it, my mother was obsessed with chickens – and bring it over to him.
We smile at each other as he lowers his head so I can slip the top strap over his neck. With his head at my height, I take a moment to run my hands through his hair under the guise of fixing it.
My god. This is what heaven feels like. His hair is so thick and lush and silky, the ultimate sensory experience. I get a whiff of his shampoo, something woodsy and herbal that makes me want to drool. How I want nothing more than to just grab a few strands between my fingers and give it a sharp tug. I want to see the easy-going expression on his face become something raw and wild.
He sneaks a glance up at me and I realize how inappropriate I must be touching him like this.
“Your hair was a little messed,” I say quietly, then I go behind him and tie the straps around his lower back. Damn, if Callum wasn’t sitting right there and watching this whole scene, I’d start running my hands up and down his back, feeling every hard, taut muscle, and then climb him like a jungle gym. He’s just so tall, his shoulders so broad and wide, that I feel like I take up no space at all next to him, like Viktor commands every atom in the room when he’s around.
But Callum is watching, very intently I might add, and whatever intimacy I had conjured up by putting an apron vanishes.
Karina Halle is a former travel writer and music journalist and The New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling author of The Pact, Love, in English, The Artists Trilogy, Dirty Angels and over 20 other wild and romantic reads. She lives on an island off the coast of British Columbia with her husband and her rescue pup, where she drinks a lot of wine, hikes a lot of trails and devours a lot of books.
Halle is represented by the Root Literary and is both self-published and published by Simon & Schuster and Hachette in North America and in the UK.
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