Not gonna lie, the prologue to this story made me cry. Like 3 paragraphs in it hit too close to home and I was sobbing like a baby. But bygones, because by the end of this book (which I read in 1 sitting) I was a believer of fairy tales. I even dreamt of quitting my job and becoming a nanny the very same night, LOL! Karina Halle has a way of writing that is magical in a realistic sense and real in a magical way. Hot, widowed, single dad who happens to be a king, sassy strong minded heroine, 2 adorable little princesses, fantastic supporting characters and #teamsnarfsnarf… blend in some humor, some angst and some hot AF scenes and you’ve got a romance story, just the way I like it.
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“I know what’s it’s like to search for something, not knowing what it is, feeling restless and unrooted and wondering if you’ll ever find your place in the world. I’ve found my place. It’s in his arms.”
“But that’s the thing with second chances. Unless you put that first one to bed, it’s going to keep following you around.”
“I believe that we need people in our lives and that it’s not a fault to need them. As long as that person is good, as long as that person makes you better, then it’s worth the need. We all want to be better than the person we were yesterday and there’s no more noble cause than that.”
A STANDALONE ROYAL ROMANCE When I first applied for the job I thought it would be like all the others: working as a nanny for an aristocratic family. Then I got the job and found out how wrong I was. Now I’m the new nanny for two adorable little girls who happen to be princesses. Their father is the widowed King of Denmark. And my new home? The royal palace in Copenhagen. Adjusting to my new life isn't easy but the hardest part hasn’t been the girls who still grieve over the loss of their mother. It’s their father. Cold, mysterious and moody, with an icy stare that seems to penetrate your soul, King Aksel may have hired me to take care of his daughters but he wants as little to do with me as possible. Yet the longer I share these palace walls with this man, the more that I’m drawn to him. His chiseled face and sexual swagger are only part of the package. It’s in the long, intense glances at the dinner table, the way we’ll brush up against each other in the halls, the rare glimpses of the man deep inside, like the sun passing through clouds. But no matter how I feel about him, we can never be together. You think it's bad enough being in love with your boss? Try falling in love with a king.