Happy Saturday! I hope you had an awesome May the 4th, beings it was Star Wars Day. I would love to know if you went to any Star Wars themed parties or celebrated the day watching Star Wars films! I also hope that you have an amazing bank holiday weekend. Mine is going to be spent writing and taking photos, meeting up with my best friend and watching lots and lots of Netflix! (Just in case you were wondering, I’m most likely going to be watching lots of episodes of Friends)! What are you up to this weekend?
Today’s blog post is all about How (Not) To Date A Prince by Zoe May. Keep on scrolling to check out an extract of chapter 1 from the book, your gonna love it. I really wanted to create a type of Princess theme in my photos to go alongside this blog post, so I found this sparkly tiara and also put Chip into the photo too. I can’t even begin to tell you how happy I was when I found this Chip cup in Primark. I didn’t get one the last time the Chip cups came out, so as soon as I see this Chip blowing bubbles one, I literally just grabbed it straight off the shelf! I am just loving at how much Disney stuff Primark have currently got in at the moment, I love it!
If you head on down to the bottom of this post, I’ve added the blog tour banner so you can check out all of the other blogs taking part in this tour. I was kindly sent this book to read and I am so honoured to be part of this tour for How (Not) To Date A Prince. Definitely a book I highly recommend checking out and reading. Just look at how gorgeous the front cover is! Zoe May is also the author of Perfect Match, which I can’t wait to check out too, it looks and sounds so good. You can find Zoe over on Twitter at @zoe_writes.
‘What on earth is this?’ I thrust the news agenda onto my boss’ desk.
Phil reluctantly tears his gaze away from an article he’s reading and casts a withering glance at the agenda, which assigns reporters to the key news items of the day. Normally, I look forward to getting my hands on it, to see what I’m working on, but today, it’s a different story.
‘What about it?’ He shrugs, turning his attention back to his screen. He pushes his glasses up the ridge of his nose to continue reading the article, as if I’m not actually there.
I push the news agenda closer to him, dragging his attention back to it.
‘The royal wedding?’ I tap my fingernail against the part of the agenda which shows my name next to coverage of the latest royal engagement.
‘Is this a typo?’ I ask, even though I know it’s not. If there’s one thing Phil refuses to tolerate, it’s typos.
‘Yes, the royal wedding,’ Phil states simply. ‘Is there an issue?’
I narrow my eyes at him, trying to figure out what he’s playing at, but he looks back at me with bored disinterest. If it wasn’t for the fact that he’d been my boss for the past ten years, sometimes I’d genuinely think Phil hates me, but his off-hand manner is part of the package that comes with being a news editor at a national tabloid newspaper. The tougher you appear, the more revered you become. I used to live in fear of him as a junior reporter, until a few years passed and I began to realise that underneath Phil’s gruff no-nonsense exterior lurks a secret softy who’s more likely to be worrying about how much revision his 15-year-old daughter Abby’s been putting in for her GCSEs than about what’s happening in Westminster.
‘The royal wedding? Since when do I cover the royals?’ I scoff. ‘Let alone weddings!’ ‘One second.’ Phil’s phone rings and he takes the call.
I sigh. You see, royal weddings are not my thing. I’m a politics reporter. I cover Westminster, not weddings! My last piece was an interview with the Chancellor of the Exchequer on the latest budget reform. And before that, I was covering a vote on – in the House of Commons. I write about the kind of policies that shape the country. I don’t cover weddings! Weddings aren’t news. Weddings are just lace and flowers and cake and silliness. Even royal ones.
‘Sorry, not interested.’ Phil slams the phone down into its cradle. ‘Bloody freelancer with some batshit story. How do these people get my number?’
‘Dunno,’ I mutter. ‘Anyway…’ I tap my fingernail against the agenda.
‘Needs must, Sam. Ella’s on maternity leave, so I’m leaving it with you,’ Phil sighs.
Ella’s the Daily Post’s Royal Editor. Obsessed with marriage, family life and patriotism, she’s far better cut out for the gig than I am. When the shock engagement between reality TV star Holly Greene and Prince Isaac of Norway was announced, Ella squealed so loudly that she silenced the newsroom. This story was absolutely made for a romantic like her, but she left work last week at six months pregnant. If she wasn’t already ecstatic to be having a baby, she’d be kicking herself for missing out on covering Holly and Prince Isaac’s wedding. To be fair, it has everything. A rags-to-riches tale of sweet girl-next-door type from Leeds – Holly – who rose to fame on a cheesy island survival reality TV show, with the nation embracing her down-to-earth character and surprisingly quick one liners. She took on various presenting roles until she ended up fronting The Morning People – the nation’s most-watched breakfast show. Holly’s dated a couple of other celebrities, but she’s always been coy about her love life in the press and never seemed to have a long-term boyfriend. Them bam, it emerged that she’d been swept off her feet by Prince Isaac – a gorgeous strapping Norwegian prince first in line to the throne, who she’d interviewed on TV when he’d been visiting the UK to promote his charity work. According to reports, it was pretty much love at first sight. If Holly hadn’t already had the nation hooked with her dramatic rise to fame, her engagement to a dashing prince was the perfect fairy tale ending – giving hope to every normal girl in the country that she too could come from nothing and have a happy ever after. Even I can admit that it’s a sweet story, but it’s not exactly political by any stretch of the imagination and politics is what I do. It’s my job! Plus, I’m not exactly the biggest fan of weddings. Not after mine ended three years ago when my fiancé stood me up at the altar.
‘But I don’t cover weddings,’ I whine. ‘This is just-’
‘Look, Sam,’ Phil interrupts, fixing me with a pointed look. ‘I know you like your nitty gritty Westminster stories but why not lighten up for once? Do you realise how many reporters would kill for the chance to cover the royal wedding for a national newspaper? This is the biggest story of the year. You’re one in a million right now. You should be thanking me.’
Phil rolls his eyes, when the assistant news editor, Jeremy, who’s sitting next to him, butts in.
‘Earthquake in Mexico. Seven point two on the Richter scale. Five dead,’ he says, quoting a Reuters report open on his computer screen.
‘Get the TV on,’ Phil barks and before I know it, they’re turning up the volume on the enormous TV screens that dangle from the ceiling of the newsroom and tuning into the coverage.
‘Get on that, Matt,’ Phil orders one of the news reporters who begins scrolling through coverage on Twitter, one eye on the news broadcast.
I stand there for a minute, lingering by Phil’s desk, half-watching the crumbling wreckage on TV.
‘Still here?’ Phil asks, raising an eyebrow in my direction. ‘Go and do a feature on the happy couple. Where they met. How they fell in love. A real heart-warmer.’
‘A real heart-warmer?!’ Phil shoots me a look, before looking up at the live footage of a town being reduced to
‘How close are you from getting that online, Matt?’ He says over his shoulder. ‘We don’t need much. Just a couple of pars.’
Matt’s sweating at his desk as he bashes out a few sentences in a mad rush to get the story onto our website before our rivals publish it.
‘Five minutes,’ he mutters, over a flurry of typing.
Reluctantly, Phil turns his attention back to me. I’m well aware that I’ve outstayed my welcome. I’m old news, but I don’t care! Yes, journalism is fast-paced, but that doesn’t mean my boss can just change my role to Royal Reporter over night and inform me on a sheet of paper the next day.
‘Sam, just go and do it, okay?’ Phil groans.
‘I’m not happy about this. You know how I feel about weddings,’ I add in a lower voice, hoping none of our other colleagues catch my words.
Even saying them out loud gives me that shiver-down-the-spine sinking feeling of dread and it’s been years since my fiancé – my boyfriend of five whole years – ditched me on our wedding day to run off with a bouncy American girl with the name – I kid you not – Candy Moore. That’s her actual name, even though it sounds like the kind of thing a stupid spoilt baby would cry out to its parents. Candy! More! If Ajay had gone for someone slightly less annoying, I might have been able to forgive him, but Candy Moore? I mean, seriously? Actually, who am I trying to kid, there isn’t a woman in the world he could have wrecked our wedding day for that would have made me not hate his guts or, for that matter, anything and everything associated with weddings.
“After being jilted at the altar, high-flying journalist Sam doesn’t believe in love any more and she certainly doesn’t believe in fairy tales! So, when she’s asked to cover the Royal Wedding, it’s the last thing she wants to do.
And when she crashes into a ridiculously handsome stranger, Fredrik, later that day, things are going from bad to worse. But as the big day draws closer, Sam finds herself being swept up in the excitement as well as swept off her feet by Fredrik!
But there’s something that Fredrik’s hiding from her and when he finally reveals his secret, might Sam just have the happy-ever-after she never thought she wanted?”
I hope you enjoyed reading chapter 1. I know I sure enjoyed when I first starting reading the book. I do love reading a good romantic comedy novel and this one is fantastic modern day fairytale. Even though I love classic fairytales and Disney ones, there’s just something about reading a modern day fairytale that I really love. As soon as I read the description of this book, I knew straight away that this is a book I will absolutely love. It’s got love, weddings, royalty and a handsome stranger, what more could you want in a romantic comedy novel.
This novel is the perfect 2018 read, especially with the Royal Wedding coming up. With laugh out loud moments, romance and weddings, this delightful novel is fun, exciting and will leave you wanting more. Sam is 28 years old and really doesn’t like weddings and no longer believes in love. Once she did, but after a bad experience, it’s the last thing on her mind. Sam just wants to focus on her career, working as a journalist and writing about politics. But One day that changes and her boss says that she will be covering the biggest wedding of the year, the royal wedding. As Sam has very strong feeling about weddings, she really doesn’t want to be writing about the upcoming wedding, but her boss insists that it will be good for her and that she needs to move on from past experiences, also because he thinks she is totally up for the job.
Sam then randomly bumps into a handsome stranger at work and they end up having to get the lift together and after they part ways, he’s all Sam can think about. But all she can think about too is the embarrassing moment they both shared when her housemate left an embarrassing valentines day card in her bag, that happens to fall out just before she exits the lift! This part made me laugh.
Colette is Sam’s housemate and I love the relationship between these two. She explains to Colette all about the assignment she’s been given. Colette is super excited about what Sam will be working on as she is a huge fan of the royal couple who are going to be getting married. When Sam gets to work she finds her work desk full of wedding themed goodies, even an exact same pair of shoes that the bride will be wearing. She also finds out that her boss has actually hired someone to work with her on the Royal Wedding, her boss also thinks that they might both hit it off, which is one of the reasons he has put the new guy with Sam.
Check out this book to find out more, you’re going to seriously love and adore it.
This book is a very addictive read and I just love how brilliantly written How (Not) To Date A Prince is. I love the characters and I love Sam. The characters are very relatable and I love how they interact with each other within the book. I love that this book has come out just before the Royal Wedding in real life. It’s the perfect read. Don’t forget to check out some more awesome posts and reviews by the other bloggers who are taking part in this blog tour.
Love Romantic Comedy novels too? Which ones are your favourites? What book are you currently reading this month? Looking for more romantic comedy books to read? Then check out The Little Wedding Island by Jaimie Admans, which is another gorgeous read.