Aug 11 2017 12:01pm

Emma Chase Excerpt: Royally Endowed

Emma Chase

Royally Endowed by Emma Chase

Logan St. James is a smoldering, sexy beast. Sure, he can be a little broody at times—but Ellie Hammond’s willing to overlook that. Because, have you seen him??

Sexy. As. Hell.

And Ellie’s perky enough for both of them.

For years, she’s had a crush on the intense, protective royal security guard—but she doesn’t think he ever saw her, not really.

To Logan, Ellie was just part of the job—a relative of the royal family he’d sworn to protect. Now, at 22 years old and fresh out of college, she’s determined to put aside her X-rated dreams of pat-downs and pillow talk, and find a real life happily ever after.

The Queen of Wessco encourages Ellie to follow in her sister’s footsteps and settle down with a prince of her own. Or a duke, a marquis…a viscount would also do nicely.

But in the pursuit of a fairy tale ending, Ellie learns that the sweetest crushes can be the hardest to let go.

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When Olivia steps through the doorway of the flat, with her eyes as big as quarters, it’s clear that Ellie isn’t the only one surprised.

A booming sound comes from outside, a few blocks away.

“Hey guys!” Ellie greets her sister and brother-in-law. “I didn’t want you to come by until I got everything ready. What do you think of the apartment? Isn’t it great?”

Nicholas, a man known for having a way with words, has trouble finding them. “It’s . . . something.”

And all Olivia can manage is, “Wow.”

The boom sound comes again. Before I can comment, Nicholas asks, “Is that . . .?”

“Gunshots?” Tommy finishes. “Aye. They go off about every twenty minutes. Like a poor man’s Big Ben.”

Did I say the place should be condemned? It should be bombed.

“Why is it so cold?” Nicholas asks.

Ellie’s face scrunches a bit. “Yeah—there’s a minor issue with the heat.”

“What’s the issue?”

“There isn’t any.”

“Right.” Nicholas nods. “Okay. Ah, Tommy, can you take those boxes, please? Logan—get those on that side, and I’ll carry these,” he says, hoisting two large boxes near his feet.

“What are you doing?” Ellie asks.

“You’re not staying here,” Nicholas tells her.

“I know it’s not perfect . . . but I love it,” Ellie wails.

“We’ll find you a new place to love. I’ll even ask the owner to loosen the pipes so they leak if that’ll make you happy.”


“Holy shit!” Olivia screeches. And jumps. “There’s a rat! A huge rat!”

Ellie leaps towards her. “Don’t hurt him! I saw him before. I was going to try feeding him. I already named him Remy—fromRatatouille—he’s cute.”

“Remy’s not gonna be so cute when he’s eating your toes while you sleep,” I tell her.

She points her finger at me, all adorable and pissy. “You’re not helping.”

Olivia starts repacking boxes. “You can’t stay here. No way, Ellie.”

“But it’s got character written all over it,” Ellie whines.

“I think you’re mistaking character for the message the serial killer wrote on the wall in blood, after he dumped the bodies here.”

Ellie scowls at her big sister, shaking her head, “Marrying a prince has made you soft, Liv.”

Olivia laughs. “I was never hard enough for Remy. Ever.” The new princess snaps her fingers. “Let’s go.”

She then follows her husband and Tommy straight out the door.

While I close up a box at my feet and lift it, Ellie stands in the middle of the room, turning in a half circle. She’s quiet and seems . . . tiny in the empty flat. Dejected. 

I step up behind her. “There’ll be other places, Elle.”

Her purple tipped blond hair sways across her back as she shakes her head. “Not like this.”

“No, they’ll be nicer, safer places. You deserve better.”

 She spins around then, with a burst of righteous energy. The tips of her small ears go pink and her cheeks are rosy with anger.

“You ratted me out to Nicholas,” she hisses.

And there’s a devil inside me that wants to tease her, toy with her—like a lad tugging on a girl’s braids—just to see how she’ll react when I do.

“Yeah, I did.”

Ellie folds her arms, all sweet simmering fury—like a pretty pussycat who just discovered her claws. “I didn’t take you for a narc, Logan.”

I shrug. “Now you know.”

She jams her finger towards my chest. “You are on my permanent shit list, buddy. I’ll never forgive you for this. Never.”

I lean in close, dropping my voice. “Since now you’ll actually be alive for all those years that you’re busy not forgiving me, I’m gonna put this one down as a win.” 

She sticks her tongue out, then twirls around and stomps away.

And, Christ, even her tongue is cute.

Somebody fuckin’ punch me. 

Copyright © 2017 by Emma Chase.
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Emma Chase is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the hot and hilarious Tangled series and The Legal Briefs series. Emma lives in New Jersey with her husband, two children and two naughty (but really cute) dogs. She has a long-standing love/hate relationship with caffeine.

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