Prince Diego Navarro is the “spare” to his brother's "heir". While Raoul performs his crown prince duties with the appropriate sense of nobility and poise, Diego’s garnered a bit of a reputation as a playboy - despite the good he does behind the scenes with his favorite charities.
But when tragedy strikes and his sister-in-law is killed in a car accident, Diego knows it's time for the playboy to step up. If not for his brother, then for his niece and nephew, who now find themselves without a mother.
Which is where Rose Walters comes in.
Rose isn't intimidated by money or glitz. The veteran nanny has worked for the rich and minimally famous, but a manor house is no comparison to a castle… or the handsome princes who live there. However, the worst thing she could possibly do is fall for the gorgeous playboy with a surprising heart of gold. He’s a prince; she’s the help. He lives in the tabloids; she loves her privacy. But when her two darling charges start to play matchmaker, Diego and Rose don’t stand a chance.
The Playboy Prince and the Nanny is the first book in Donna Alward's royal duology.
About the Author
A busy wife and mother of three (two daughters plus the family dog), Donna Alward believes hers is the best job in the world: a combination of stay-at-home mom and romance novelist. Donna loves being back on the East Coast of Canada after nearly twelve years in Alberta where her romance career began, writing about cowboys and the west. She is the author of Somebody Like You, Somebody's Baby, and Someone to Love.
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The noise and hubbub in the West Sussex pub was so deafening that Diego nearly missed the silent flash of the Breaking News banner across the TV behind the bar.
But he saw it out of the corner of his eye. Frowned. Turned his head away for a moment, then felt a queer lift in his gut, like something was very, very wrong.
"Diego. Hey, Diego." His pal Ryan elbowed him in the arm. "Shite. You'd better look at this, mate."
He turned back to the screen and the lift in his stomach dropped to his feet.
The headline scrolled along the bottom of the screen. White words against a blue background, innocuous compared to the aerial view of the scene. He didn't need to read the banner to recognize the mangled car, one of the black limousines his father insisted they ride in when home in Marazur. If there was any doubt, it was banished by an up-close shot of a small red and yellow flag with the green coat of arms hanging limply from the front corner of the crushed vehicle.
"Diego." Ryan's voice was gentler now, his hand resting on Diego's arm rather than elbowing him roughly. "It's not your da. Or your brother."
Diego dragged his gaze to the flash along the bottom of the screen. No, it wasn't his father or his brother. There was no need for Diego to worry about them, or who was next in line for the throne. But tears stung his eyes as he read the names: Cecilia Navarro. Mariana Cortez.
His sister-in-law, and the nanny to his niece and nephew.
His phone buzzed. It had been doing that all night and he'd chosen to ignore it, wanting to avoid another argument with his father and spend the evening kicking back with his friends to celebrate the start of the UK polo season. Now he felt unbearably guilty as he pulled his mobile out of his pocket and looked at the screen.
Lucy, or rather, Princess Luciana. His half-sister, who he knew was visiting Marazur right now on one of her biannual trips. He took a deep breath, then hit the talk button. "Give me two seconds to go outside where it's quiet," he said loudly.
Leaving the gruesome news report behind, he pushed himself away from the bar and weaved his way through people until he reached the door. Outside, the English spring evening was gentle and mild. He closed his eyes and let out a breath.
"How bad is it, Luce?"
"Bad." In that one word he could tell she'd been crying. Oh God ...
"Gone, Diego." Her voice caught on a sob. "Mariana too."
For once the news had it right. His sister-in-law and Mariana — the nanny to his niece and nephew. His heart stuttered. He'd hoped there'd been a mistake. The paparazzi couldn't be trusted with the truth, as he well knew. What a time for them to be right.
"The children?" he asked as he said a silent prayer that they hadn't been in the car. He couldn't think about Max and Emilia too much; he kept them at the edge of his mind and heart right now. The thought of losing them was terrifying and he steeled himself against the emotion.
"Bruised. Scared. But alive."
He let out his breath, felt a sob escape, and gulped it back. He couldn't lose his grip.
"We tried calling you for the last hour," she said. "Your brother ..."
His brother would be a wreck and expectedly so. His wife had just died. Perhaps a lot of royal marriages weren't based on love, but Raoul's had been. He'd doted on Ceci and the kids. Mariana, too, had been like part of the family. Hell, she'd been with the palace since ...
Since Diego and Raoul had lost their own mother nearly twenty-five years ago. Mariana had raised them. She treated Raoul and Ceci's children like grandkids. Grief struck him, sharp and sure, a painful ache around his heart. Mariana had been family.
"I'm sorry," he replied, pressing the fingers of his left hand to his temple. Those were two words he said often when it came to his family. Now, though, he really meant them. "I'll be home as soon as I can."
"I know you will," she said gently. Of the whole family, Lucy was the one who was easiest on him, who understood him best. Maybe because she hadn't been raised in Marazur. It afforded her a clarity that others didn't have. "I'm so glad I'm here right now. Papa ..." Her voice broke again.
"Is Brody there with you?" Lucy and her family made their home in Canada, on Brody's ranch, but visited often. Right now Diego found himself beyond thankful that she was there now to help his father and brother navigate the next few days. Papa would know what to do ... he'd been here before.
A man shouldn't have to face this kind of tragedy more than once in a lifetime.
"Brody's here. He's looking after Alex now so I can be there for Raoul and Papa."
Lucy would be keeping everyone cared for and fed and nurtured, because that's what she did. Diego rested his shoulders against the brick wall of the pub and sighed. Raoul, the crown prince, the responsible ruler-to-be, fair and just. Lucy, the mothering figure who cared for the family's simpler but no less important needs. And then there was Diego. Where did he fit? In the stables. At parties. In fast cars.
In other countries. With firm admonishment to not be an embarrassment to the family.
"I'm here. I'm going to go, though, Lucy. I need to make travel plans. I'll be home as soon as I can."
"What should I tell Papa and Raoul?"
"Nothing. I mean, just tell them you were able to reach me. I'll look after the rest."
There was a pause and Diego wondered if his sister was making that terrible disapproving face he hated or if she was simply emotional.
"I love you, Diego. Please fly safe."
Emotional, thank God. He wasn't sure he could take criticism right now. He nodded even though she couldn't see him. "I will. I promise. See you soon."
"E-mail your plans and I'll have a car waiting for you."
"You worry about yourself, and not me," he ordered. "Love you."
He hit the button on the phone, ending the call, and when he looked up he saw Ryan standing by the back door of the pub, watching him sadly.
"It's bad, eh?" he asked, his brown eyes wide and too knowing.
"Cecilia," Diego admitted. "And the nanny. The kids though ..." Emotion swamped him and he drew in a shaky breath. "Thank God the kids are okay."
Ryan came forward and clamped a hand on Diego's shoulder. "Looks like you have to go back to your castle then, doesn't it?"
Diego smiled grimly. "I can't stay away forever. And they need me. Of course I'm going back." It had nothing to do with duty and everything to do with family. Of course, many believed that Diego didn't value the idea of family as much as he should.
They couldn't be more wrong.
He looked over at Ryan. The two of them had been best friends since he'd gone to Cambridge for his postgrad and joined the polo club. Diego, in a moment of hubris, had made an offhand remark about an Irishman playing polo, and the next thing he knew he'd been dusting the dirt off his perfectly creased trousers. Then Ryan O'Toole had held out his hand, pulled Diego to his feet, and said, "Come on, Your Highness. Let's go get a pint."
It had been many years since then, but the offer had been made several times, particularly when Diego needed it most. Tonight, though, it wouldn't help.
"Anything I can do for you?" Ryan asked.
Diego smiled grimly. "The blonde at the bar. Go buy her a drink. I'm going to duck out early."
Ryan nodded with a crooked smile. "Call if you need anything."
Ryan went back inside, while Diego lifted his phone again and scrolled through until he found the number of his assistant. Not that he gave her much work when he was away from home, but tonight everyone on the staff would be up and alert.
And Diego would be going home.
One Month Later
Rosalie tried to focus on the words on the page, but they were all a blur. With a sigh, she closed the book and rested her hands on the cover, then turned to look out the airplane window. She wasn't usually nervous before meeting a new family, or the children she'd be caring for. This was different, though. When the agency had called about her new placement, she hadn't expected the job to be for the Royal Family of Marazur. She'd worked for minor nobility and rich families, traveling with them when the occasion warranted, but she'd never been to Marazur and she'd definitely never worked for a prince.
She knew of the island principality, of course. And she'd even had an encounter with the younger of the princes once, though he wouldn't remember. Diego, she recalled, and shook her head. It wasn't Diego she was going to work for. It was Raoul. She had been hired as a nanny to the crown prince's children. The heirs.
"Ms. Walters? Make sure your seatbelt is on. We're going to begin our approach soon. Can I get you anything before we land?"
Rosalie looked up at the sharply dressed attendant. Raoul hadn't sent a royal jet or anything, but he had chartered a private flight. It was beyond anything Rose had ever experienced. "No, thank you," she said with a smile. "I'm fine."
"Very well. We should be on the ground shortly."
Rose sat back in the comfortable leather and looked out over the Mediterranean. It had been nearly a month since televisions, newspapers, and magazines had been abuzz with the death of Princess Cecilia. They'd shown pictures of the funeral at the cathedral in the capital, a week after the accident. It had nearly broken her heart to see the crown prince, looking harrowed and drawn, holding the hand of his daughter while his son rested on his arm. King Alexander had looked tired, and Prince Diego had been uncharacteristically solemn as he sat with Princess Luciana and her family.
Once the funeral ended, though, so did the news story, and very little was heard of the family, left to heal their wounds in relative private. The media had moved on, but Rose knew the royal family were people like anyone else. Children who, when it came down to it, had lost their mother. All the wealth and privilege in the world couldn't make up for that, and Rose knew she had her work cut out for her.
The plane landed smoothly at the relatively small airport. When she unbuckled her seatbelt, the flight attendant was at her side once more to collect her carry-on. Rose only had to grab her purse before she exited the plane, holding on to the railing as she descended the stairs to the tarmac.
A liveried man waited at the bottom of the stairs, and touched his hat as he greeted her. "I'm Marco. I'll see you through customs and on to the palace."
Good heavens. This was a tad surreal, wasn't it?
She smiled politely at him. "That would be lovely, thank you, Marco." The warm, moist air was perfumed with the scent of salt and flora that she knew must be present but couldn't be seen here in the secure, paved area of the airport. The aroma clung to the warm rays of sun that were somehow far more penetrating than any in England.
It reminded her of the school trip she'd taken when she was twelve. It had been four days in Rome and she'd loved every colorful, rich, vibrant moment of it. It had been a long time since she'd visited the Mediterranean, and she was more than ready to leave the damp and fog of England for time in the sun.
She was here to work, but couldn't escape the thought that this was also a bit of a fairy tale, really. Her assignments through the agency had been posh indeed, but nothing on this scale.
"Miss? If you're ready."
Marco had both of her cases and waited for her to make her way through the doors. To her continued surprise, she was escorted through customs without any wait or trouble, and in mere minutes found herself ensconced in the back of a limousine.
She was starting to get nervous now, and twisted her fingers together. Drew them apart again and wiped them on her black trousers, then regretted that too. She had to keep calm, cool, professional. This was her job. It wouldn't do to be flustered and nervous.
The airport was on the outskirts of the city, and she peered out the window at the narrow streets and charming houses stacked on the hillside. Oh, on one of her days off she'd have to come down here and discover all the nooks and crannies. Have coffee or a glass of wine at a little cantina along a cobbled street. She was still thinking about it when the car began to climb and wind its way out of the urban area and along some of the most beautiful landscape she had ever seen.
Marco slowed and stopped at a huge set of gates, which swung open at their arrival. They crept at a sedate pace along a paved lane flanked with what looked like some sort of oak. Then she caught sight of it. The castle — home of King Alexander of Marazur. Turrets rose up, pinky-beige against the blue of the sky and the green of the manicured grounds. A hedge formed a kind of maze in the U-shaped drive, carefully trimmed and pruned. It was smaller than some of the manor houses she'd visited in England, but there was a grandeur to it just the same. And a hominess that she hadn't expected. Perhaps it was due to the color of the stone, warmer and more welcoming than the cold, gray-white granite she was used to.
She ran through names in her head, desperate to make sure she adhered to the proper forms of address. King Alexander — clearly Your Highness. And how often would she see him anyway? Hardly ever. She'd be with the other household staff. She'd have to communicate with Raoul, she supposed. She would be required to curtsy. He was the crown prince and would be addressed as "Your Highness" as well. If the press was to be believed, Diego wouldn't be home much and was unlikely to be around. The Sun had just posted pictures of him somewhere in South America.
After Marco pulled to a stop, Rosalie's door was opened by another liveried staff. "Good afternoon, Miss Walters. Welcome to Marazur."
She pasted on a smile and let out what she hoped was a centering breath. "Thank you."
"His Highness is looking forward to meeting you at four o'clock in the blue salon." Perhaps he'd noticed her shaky exhale, because the man dropped his stiff formality for a moment and smiled. "Don't worry, Miss." He held out his hand and gallantly helped her out of the car. "The prince is really very nice. And we're all so glad you're here."
Before she could ask what exactly that meant, he dropped her hand and moved to collect her bags. She looked around, marveling at the calm beauty of the grounds. It was like a beautiful oasis, more lush than the surrounding countryside, with shrubs, graceful trees, and gardens of rioting blossoms. She gawked around her as they made their way down a neat path leading to the far side of the castle. And when the man opened the door to the north wing, Rose was relatively sure she'd just arrived in Paradise.
Diego had spent the the time since the funeral first in England and then in Argentina, ostensibly looking after Crown interests while conveniently distracting the press. Dammit, he'd only been gone three weeks, and now it felt as if the household was falling apart. His acting as decoy had been meant to give the family some private time to get things together. Not crumble into pieces.
Diego ran his hand through his hair for the third time as he left the stables to go back to his private apartment. Maybe Lucy should have stayed to help. She'd offered, but Brody was needed home, in Canada, and Diego had known that Lucy would hate being apart from her husband for any length of time. Diego'd assured her that he'd return within a few weeks, and he'd expected his father and Raoul to have adopted the legendary Navarro upper lip by the time he got back.
Oh, the lip was stiff all right. But as far as getting on with things ... not so much. The palace had been a happy, welcoming place before the funeral. Now it felt like a tomb.
Cecilia had made the castle a home with her love and her laughter. Now it was occupied by widowers and a couple of children who didn't understand where their mother or their nanny had gone. Between the children crying and his brother staring in a daze, Diego wasn't sure how much longer he could keep things going. This was the first situation he'd ever been in where he couldn't bluff or charm his way out.
As his stomach growled loudly, Diego detoured from the family living quarters and headed to the north wing. He'd missed lunch, and dinner wasn't for several hours. Besides, he'd always been far more comfortable in the kitchen than in the more formal parts of the castle. He'd just pop in for a snack rather than call for something to be brought to him.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Favorite Quote: I gave my heart away quite a while ago. It hasn’t come back to me yet. My Review: I almost passed this one by for fear it might be a cheesy princess tale, but my admiration for the author had me take a second look. Lucky me, it was not cheesy at all and was a rather sweet and heart-squeezing read with endearing and lovable characters. It was a quick, entertaining, and satisfying read. I enjoyed it so much I’m ready to dive into the next book, pronto.
Prince Diego Navarro has come home to Marazur to aid his brother, the Crown Prince, cope with the loss of his wife in an auto accident. He's, also, determined to help his niece and nephew overcome their sadness and loss. He's hoping that the new nanny that he's hired can make them smile again. I loved this sweet story. Diego is called the Playboy Prince but he's really a responsible hard worker who is kept out of the family business. I wanted his father and brother to see that he's up to the task. It was touching to see him with the children. Who wouldn't fall for him? Rosalie is the new nanny. She makes her charges smile again. I liked that she has a strong bond with the children. What really pulled me into the story is the chemistry between Diego and Rosalie. Their interactions are both tender and romantic. I wanted these two to find their HEA inspite of the gossip and innuendos, Donna Alward has written characters that I cared about as well as a story that made me feel good and has some unexpected twists. I enjoyed this royal romance. I'm looking forward to Prince Raoul's story. I received a copy of this book which I voluntarily read and reviewed. My comments are my honest opinion.
I wasn't sure that I would like this book because I don't usually read stories about princes and royal families, but I decided to try it because I have really enjoyed other books by Donna Alward. The characters in this book were completely different than I thought they would be. I liked both Diego and Rose and enjoyed their sweet love story. I'm so glad that I gave it a chance because I really loved it! I look forward to Raoul's story next. I received a complimentary copy from NetGalley and voluntarily reviewed it.
3.5 - "I'm the nanny. You're a prince..." Stars! Donna Alward starts off her Royal Duology with a nice and easy read in The Playboy Prince and the Nanny. If you are a lover of Harlequin style romance, then this will be right up your street, it’s well written, easy to get along with, low drama, pretty predictable in its telling, but I am all for a little escapism and that is exactly what Rose and Diego’s story offered. "I am just a man… The title… that’s an accident of birth. And yes, as you said today, I live a certain way. It comes with the title. But underneath all this… I’m just flesh and blood, same as you." This is a PG-13 style romance with very little in the way of visible action taking place between our couple, but it wasn’t a major issue as the story in itself was sweet and didn’t really require the heat factor in it, if you know what I mean. "You came in like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day." The second book The Crown Prince’s Bride is due for release in early 2018, and it would be one I’d happily spend a couple of hours reading. Nothing like a single daddy/widower to get the feels going!
I thought this was going to be a four star read but then it made me cry. Them's the rules. You make me weepy, unless you really stuff things up, you get five stars. Prince Diego is the spare and as we know, all spares become playboys *cough* Prince Harry *cough*. Anyhow, Diego is off polo playing, living his playboy life, gaining lots of experience of the bedroom kind. Generally living the spare heir life. Then a car accident takes the life of his sister in law, Ceci, wife to big bro Crown Prince Raoul and the nanny. Rosalie is a professional nanny from a middle class English family. While she has worked with wealthy families before, this is the first time she's worked for royalty. It's a little nerve wracking. Especially when everybody's favourite playboy turns up. Again. Yes, Rosalie met our naughty prince very briefly and still has fond memories of him. But not the sort of memories you are probably thinking. Even our Diego isn't that fast. This is a very sweet romance with Diego and Rose getting to know each other through their care for the two plot moppets. Rose discovers that there is much more to Diego than his media image. Raoul's children are quite young and in need of caring parental figures after the loss of their mother and Raoul's distance at this time. Overall a nice little royal romance with a believable setting and full of likeable people. I look forward to the sequel about Raoul. This is a "sweet" sweet romance with no intimate bedroom scenes on page.
The Playboy Prince and the Nanny by Donna Alward This is Prince Diego Navarro and nanny Rose Walters' story. Diego and Rose become friends but the friendship line is beginning to blur. But can they really have a chance at a relationship? Diego is a prince and Rose is the nanny, the hired help. This is a sweet and heartfelt romance. A great read when you want a sweet romance. I liked Diego and Rose's characters. I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.
'The Playboy Prince and the Nanny' by Donna Alward is the First in a New Series called "Royal Duology". This is the story of Prince Diego Navarro and Rose Walters. Diego has a heart of gold and does his charitable work but what he is know for and what he can't get past is being a Playboy. Since he is the second son nothing really is expected of him. But when Diego learns of his sister-in law, Princess Cecilia death along with the long time Nanny, Diego knows he must return home to help the family. So Diego helps with the business end and his sister Lucy seem to be trying to take care of house end, giving their brother some time to grieve. But now Diego is back home and sees how his family is still hurting. Rose is a English Nanny that is hired for the two children, 4 year old Max and six year old Emilia. Max and Emilia are the two children of Princess Celia, lucky the children were only bruised really bad from the accident. But its been a month since their lost and Rose is just now starting the job. Rose has met Diego once before but it seem he does not remember it. Rose tries to be professional with Diego but its hard between him and the kids. This was really a sweet Romantic story that is surprising hard to put down!"My honest review is for a special copy I voluntarily read."
A solid summer read that lets you escape with royalty and gives a satisfying happy ever after! I’m not a huge fan of these contemporary royal romances, which played into my rating, but I was intrigued by the blurb and am glad I gave this one a shot. Things aren’t always what they seem, and that even holds true behind the castle walls! Prince Diego has been labeled a playboy, always out making headlines and in the media spotlight. What the public doesn’t see is a man who will do anything for his family, even if it means keeping the spotlight turned on him as a diversion so the rest of his family can have some peace. When Rose is hired as the new nanny and gets to meet the real Diego, there’s not much either of them can do to stop the pull they feel towards one another. Rose definitely has some issues that stem far beyond the ones she knows she will face if she decides to get involved with royalty. She was a little bit frustrating at times, but I totally got where she was coming from, I just wish she had spelled it all out for Diego so they could have worked together when it came to making their relationship public and minimized her back and forth on her desire to commit. Diego was so much more than everyone gave him credit for. He loves his family deeply and would do anything for them, even stepping up to the plate to take charge when tragedy strikes the family and then after when scandal becomes a threat. And like Rose, he needed to get out of his own head and talk more about his feelings and how to address their relationship – these two definitely could have used some relationship counseling on communication! I did like the other characters in the book. I loved the role the children played and seeing Rose interact with them and help them find their new normal after losing their mother and nanny. The rest of the family did grow on me throughout the book and there were some other characters on the staff who helped this one along. As I already mentioned, I’m not a huge fan of these types of contemporary royal romances since the angst surrounding the social class tends to grate on me, but this was a solid read. I liked that the angst was kept to a minimum and that the entire royal family was one I could like. This book was well written and had a solid plot with some very well developed characters. A definite must read for those who are fans of this trope or anyone looking for solid romance that has a solid happily ever after!
The Playboy Prince and the Nanny is a sweet and entertaining contemporary romance. English nanny, Rose Walters was petrified. She was about to govern the Crown Prince, Raoul Navarro’s children. Being a nanny was nothing new for Rose, but working in a castle for royalty was. She was pleasantly surprised, however, to find that the European royal family was not only warm and welcoming but kind as well. Rose knew that she’d have to guard her heart with Diego, the playboy prince. He wasn’t only handsome and charming; he was softhearted too. There was much more to Prince Diego than what Rose first thought. She never dreamt that he would be playing International playboy, just to divert the paparazzi from his family. The more time Rose spent with Prince Diego, the more fearful she became of losing her heart, to the charismatic prince, along with her job, and reputation. The Playboy Prince and the Nanny is a well-written, delightful, light romance. Thank you, St. Martin’s Press and NetGalley, for my advanced review copy.
Rose Walters is an English nanny from Guildford in Surrey. She is hired to look after two royal children after their mother and nanny were killed in a road traffic accident. She has met one of the royal princes many years ago, although she doubts that he remembers her. Prince Diego Navarro is the second son of the King of Marazur. Shielded by his father and older brother after his mother's untimely death he has become adept at playing the role of international playboy. However, he really wants to take more responsibility but neither his brother Raoul nor his father seem willing to give him any. After the death of his sister-in-law and the children's nanny, who was also his childhood nanny, he realises that his brother isn't stepping up to look after his children and so Diego hires a nanny to look after them. Diego and Rose become close as the two of them try to help two distraught children through their grief, but they are keeping their fledgling relationship a secret from the King, something that worries Rose both professionally and personally. I felt that there was a lot of back story, especially in relation to Rose's family, which didn't seem to go anywhere. I wasn't sure if her family had featured in other Donna Alward books or were going to become a feature in the next novel in this new series but it seemed kind of superfluous. I have to confess, I am not a fan of contemporary royal romances so I hesitated A LOT before I accepted the invitation to review an ARC, but I have read several of Donna Alward's other books and enjoyed them so I thought I would put aside my prejudices and give this one a go. Whilst there was nothing at all wrong with this book, it didn't convert me and so the rating reflects my antipathy towards the whole genre rather than any issues with the novel itself. I'm sure if you like contemporary royals you will love this one. So overall, a romance between an English nanny and a European prince, verging on the sweet and lots of mild angst about sneaking around behind the King's back. I received a free copy of this novel from the publisher via NetGalley in return for an honest review.
This was a really wonderful story and I'm looking forward to reading the next! Diego and Rose are both fantastic characters and I so wanted them to find their HEA. The story is beautifully written and it brought out all the emotions. At times I laughed, others I cried, and I almost always swooned over Diego. He is such a kind and compassionate soul looking for his place in the world and in his family. Rose was just as wonderful especially with the children. She lacked a little in the self confidence department which made her all the more appealing. Truly a wonderful "Royals" story that I would recommend to everyone.
You know you can never go wrong when you pick up a book by Ms Alward. This one was no exception. What was interesting to me is the fact that I don’t like books about royalty and surprising I really enjoyed this one. To the point that I can’t wait for the story of Prince Raoul. This story centers around Prince Diego, a playboy that is the “spare” and takes the persona of someone without cares and is all about having a good time. Or so it seems. Deep down, he really wants to contribute by helping the kingdom prosper , but he has cast the die as being the playboy and is not taken seriously. When tragedy occurs in the kingdom, English nanny Rose , is hired to help with the children of the crowned Prince and Diego, also returns home to help the family put the pieces back together. There is a little bit of a fairytale, CInderella story between Diego and Rose but there is more than that. In her usual manner, the author reminds us that family is in fact everything and that even though life can be messy, there is also hope and love. I appreciated the fact that she shows us that royalty are just people like us, with challenges, tragedies and family issues. The difference is that they are under the microscope and frequently what you read has been distorted. Looking forward to the next book of the series. I was gifted this copy by Netgalley and the publisher. The opinions expressed are solely my own.
Sitting here with a smile on my face I remember reading books like this during the civil war in Lebanon – books that took me away to another world filled with romance. This book may be predictable but it is predictably perfect in a very lovely and loving way with characters I respected and wanted to meet and then get to know. Rosalie “Rose” Walters is hired to be the nanny for 4 year old Max and six year old Emilia just after their mother and longtime nanny were killed in an automobile crash. Rose is the perfect person to provide them with the kindness, love and routine that they so need. She also brings a breath of fresh air into the lives of those in the castle mourning for the smiles and happiness that disappeared when Princess Cecilia’s died. Diego Navarro, playboy prince, is charmed by Rose and soon finds himself not only intrigued but falling in love with her…just as she begins to fall in love with him. With their stations unequal, their backgrounds different and the children and family needing both of them to be there for them it is not easy for them to find a way to a HEA ending – but – they do – and their story is all that a fairytale should be. I loved this story and am eager to read Raoul’s story when it comes out. I want to thank NetGalley and St. Martin’s Press – Swerve for the ARC. This is my honest review.