Book & Author details:
Title: Part-time Princess by Pamela DuMond
Series: Ladies in Waiting #1
Publication date: Spring 2014
Genres: Comedy, New Adult, Romance
Two Princes are in love with her. Too bad she’s an imposter…
Hold tight to your tiara, grab your scepter and be prepared for the New Adult hilarious, modern-day romantic-comedy ride of your life!
Rated PG-13 and mildly R for:
Hot Guys who are Princes.
The occasional naughty word.
The occasional naughty royal fantasy.
The occasional naughty deed.
A Royal Wedding!
And—a Happily-Ever-After Ending (Just not the way you expected it!)
Lucy Trabbicio’s a down-on-her-luck, young, American, former biker-bar cocktail waitress desperate to find a job. Lady Elizabeth Billingsley hires Lucy to travel to Fredonia, the tiny jewel of a country in the Alps, for ten days ‘tops’ to impersonate her.
Say what? How the heck is that going to happen?
In the mother of all makeovers, Elizabeth’s people teach Lucy how to dress, walk, talk, eat, be coiffed and even get naked like a European Lady.
To keep Crown Prince Cristoph Timmel interested in Elizabeth until she finishes her unexpected, pressing personal business in the States.
But fate intervenes… Lucy meets and is wildly attracted to sexy, bad-boy Nick on the oh-so-long flights to Fredonia. Unfortunately for Lucy—Nick and Elizabeth have a hot sexual history, which Nick wants to immediately resume.
Prince Cristoph proposes marriage. What’s an imposter girl to do? Elizabeth insists that she’ll make it back home in time for the wedding. Lucy accepts Cristoph’s proposal and is on the fast track to becoming a Princess but continues to fall for the wrong Prince of Fredonia—Nick. When another tiny glitch arises—someone’s trying to kill her.
The only folks helping Lucy are her wild, party hard, take-no-prisoners Ladies-in-Waiting.
When the real Lady Elizabeth decides she’s not marrying Cristoph and never returning to Fredonia, Lucy’s faced with an uncomfortable decision—continue her deception, marry the prince she’s not in love with and live a dream life albeit without Nick, her dream guy? Or tell the truth and return to poverty and oblivion?
A modern day sexy fairy tale with romance, twists and turns, LOL moments, a few tears and an empowering ending.
“Of course I want to be with you.” Nick lowered his voice. “But everything would have to be on the hush-hush. We’d have to keep it private. We could never speak of it in public. Or acknowledge it—even to our closest friends. But Lizzie?” He reached for and held my hand. Caressed it. Pulled it to his lips and kissed the back of it.
Shivers traveled up and down my spine and the backs of my arms grew goose bumps.
“I could live with that if you could,” Nick said. “It wouldn’t be easy for me, but—”
“Hold on. Wait a second.” I yanked my hand away. “You’re saying that you want to be with me on the QT—like we’d be lovers? Or I’d be your mistress or something?”
He nodded. “Kind of. Yeah. I guess. I’ve always liked you. As crazy as this sounds, my feelings have grown substantially over all this time we’ve spent together.”
“Including the time change,” I glanced at my new designer watch, “that’s been under three days.”
“Three days which feels like three months or quite possibly a year.” He ran his fingers up and down the inside of my forearm. “I always assumed you and I were just slap and tickle. That we were simply sexually drawn to each other. Like salt and pepper. Or cheese and an omelet.”
“Salt and pepper are sexual?”
“No! I just meant that they’re great together.”
“Oh.” I frowned. “Are you saying I’m cheese?”
“No! You’re the omelet. Gorgeous. Fluffy. Tasty. Irresistible.”
I peered down in horror at my quivering thighs. Had two weeks without exercise turned them into… “Pudding’s fluffy. Persian cats are fluffy. Marshmallows are fluffy. What about me screams fluffy?”
And it better not be my thighs.
“Calm down! Jeez, you’re so feisty lately. Although I admit—that’s a total turn-on. Listen—these feelings took me by surprise. You’ve grown from a girl into a woman in less than two years. A woman I think about, dream about and frankly—do other things about. But ultimately, I fear my dearest Lizzie, you’re a woman I cannot officially be with. Because you, by contract, are promised to Cristoph.”
“Hmm,” I said. “You obviously know each other. The other day on the tarmac it seemed like you knew each other pretty well.”
I peeked through the leaves and watched gorgeous, blonde Prince Cristoph pace back and forth in front of the TV reporter lady all the while proclaiming his undying love for Elizabeth.
“Of course we do,” Nick said. “We’re really close and then sometimes we’re not. Wait a minute. Is this the brain trauma talking? You do remember that we’re—”
“Shh!” I pressed my index finger to his lips for a moment. “I need to hear this.”
“I’ve been friends with Elizabeth for years,” Cristoph said. “She’s delightful, funny, smart, gorgeous, educated. We’ve practically grown up together. Our friendship has turned to love. I would be the happiest man in the world if she would consent to be my bride.”
“Blah, blah, blah. Just like most politics—it’s all fucking bullshit,” Nick said. “I on the other hand, am offering you a genuine opportunity.”
“Let me get this straight,” I said. “The opportunity you’re offering me is to be your whore?”
“Good God no! I’m asking you to be my mistress! It’s a time-honored tradition. Look at Diane de Poitiers with King Henry II from France. She was his consort for over twenty-five years.”
“But Prince Cristoph wants to marry me. He intends to make me his wife as well as the Princess of Fredonia. I would be first in line to be the Queen.”
Actually Elizabeth would be first in line. That was part of what my job here entailed. Keep Cristoph happy until Elizabeth got her lady-like toucas back here. And then mine would be tucked in a narrow, coach class seat and shipped back to my less-than-ordinary, jobless life in America.
“Cristoph wants to marry you simply to seal the deal that your parents made almost twenty years ago. It’s a business arrangement for him. He doesn’t have feelings for you. I do.” Nick leaned forward and caressed my forehead, trailed a finger across my cheek. He tugged the elastic band off my ponytail and tossed it into the bushes. My hair escaped its bun, bounced off my shoulders and cascaded onto my upper back.
My heart raced in my chest and contemplated turning traitor to the reasonable thoughts in my head. “Litterer.” I pushed him away. “I could have you arrested.”
“Liberator,” he said. “Let’s do something indecent in a public place and get arrested for that instead. Way more fun—don’t you think?”
Pamela DuMond is the author who discovered Erin Brockovich’s life story, thought it would make a great movie and pitched it to ‘Hollywood’.
She writes romantic comedic mysteries, romantic YA time travel and New Adult romance.
Her book The Story of You and Me was a Quarterfinalist in the Amazon Breakout Novel Award (ABNA) 2014 in Romance.
Cupcakes, Pies, and Hot Guys was a Quarterfinalist in ABNA 2013 in Mystery .
She’s addicted to TV shows — The Voice and Reign. The movies Love Actually and The Bourne trilogy (with Matt Damon — not that other actor guy,) make her cry ever time she watches them. (Like — a thousand.)
When she’s not writing Pamela’s also a chiropractor and cat wrangler. She loves reading, the beach, working out, movies, TV, animals, her family and friends. She lives in Venice, California with her fur-babies.
She likes her coffee strong, her cabernet hearty, her chocolate dark, her foods non-GMO and she lives for a good giggle.