A gorgeously funny, romantic and seductive modern fairytale…

I have never laughed out loud so much in my life. I don’t think that I’ve ever said that about a book before, and yet that doesn’t even seem accurate as to just how incredibly funny, witty, romantic, swoony… and other wonderfully charming and deliriously dreamy The Royal Treatment was. One of my favourite all time movies from my pubescent years is The Prince and Me, yes, I know— corny, cheesy and utterly delicious. You can judge me all you like, but that film was an upgrade from all the Disney fairytales. It did to, and offered, my teenage self everything that Disney had done so previously. It really was my “grown-up” fairytale, still is. I just loved Paige Morgan, she really was my hero. However, Tessa Sharpe… my goodness, how I quite simply adore her. She’s got more spunk than a seasoned stud. Likewise, Arthur absolutely wiped the floor with Eddie (The Prince from The Prince and Me). I was so gutted when this book finished, I still haven’t even processed my sadness at having to temporarily say goodbye to my latest favourite Royal couple.

…get the upper hand, set the boundaries early, don’t fuck up.

It really is obvious that I down right loved this story, not only because of its humour and charm, but also because of how brilliantly it was orchestrated. It had the most blissful balance of laughter, tears and passion. In fact this plot was so freaking flawlessly developed that that in itself gave me no choice but to take great pleasure from it. There were no wishy washy consequences and moments, everything had its beautiful prideful place in the story and every word had you hooked and tagging along. You want to know the funny thing? After I read Summers’ dedication/ note to the reader, I was expecting this to be a somewhat melodramatic. I completely expected it to be a bit of downer, BUT it was the furthest thing and that attests to her PHENOMENAL writing talent. Yes, there were turns of events that were sad, and made me cry like a baby – and when I say cry, I really do mean the floodgates opened – however, for every tear that was shed a hundred more laughs and swoons were had. At one point Summers had me snorting to the point where I may have just inhaled and choked on my coffee. I know, classy right? I can also confirm that drinking coffee through the nose is not a pleasant experience for said nose, your clothes or your immediate surrounding area. 

From what I’ve heard, you’d do well to invite him back to your room… You think I don’t know what goes on? Nobody would stay single so long as they do these days if they weren’t engaging in a little pre-marital you-know-what… If it’s anything less than five stars, I can sit him down and give him some tips.

As well as the plot, the characters were bang on the money. I’ll be honest, King Dickhead (because he really was just a fecking twat), I could’ve just strangulated on a few occasions. Jack Janssen, whom I have taken to calling Yack Yanssen, is just vile. It was a great dynamic having two villains that weren’t acting together and that were actually attacking different aspects of the plot. King Willy won’t definitely be wining any father of the year awards… let’s face it he’s a cold, unfeeling douchebag that deserves a punch to the throat. Actually that’s more for Yack Yanssen. Dear old daddy King deserves a rather heavy pan to the head. No, I didn’t like either of them— just in case my distaste wasn’t obvious. The secondary character I DID love was the Queen Dowager. She has got to be the best and most inappropriate grandmother around. Every time that she was around was just fabulous. She had this cunning ability of being crude, sweet and conniving (in a completely brilliant way) all at the same time. I just adored her and I hope that we see a lot more of her in the next book. Just thinking of her and her one liners brings a smile to my face and laughter to my soul.

If a man can’t handle a little criticism, he’s not much of a man, is he?

As far as Tessa and Arthur go… well, they are a reader’s wet dream. Socially they are polar opposites, and in a few other ways. Tessa is rather clumsy, whilst he is very well put together. Both of these traits are do work very well together when it comes to their chemistry because it makes them so very endearing and empathise-able to the reader. Don’t misunderstand me, both have their moments of complete and utter pigheadedness and foolishness, however, it never stems from a mean or malicious place. Quite frankly, I struggled with anything other than loving the pair of them, even when they were butting heads. I just could not get enough of them. Their chemistry was contagious and consuming… griping even. Yet, unlike so many books within the genre it was nothing to do with their sexual endeavours. Sure, the naughty scenes were VERY well written and tasteful, whilst still maintaining heat and being arousing – however – the story does not revolve around the sex. It’s was so refreshing to read a story that made you blush, but was also so pure and in some aspects innocent and wholesome. It was just… I don’t know… it made me really get into the story and put myself in their shoes. Thus the very VERY deep disdain for Yack Yanssen and King Knobhead.

It’s not sexual, but it’s the most intimate, perfect moment of my life… the feeling of his hand touching mine— something so pure and familiar…

I’m struggling to come to terms with reaching the end of The Royal Treatment. I don’t want to say goodbye, even if it is temporarily. In fact I’m going to follow Peter Pan’s moto: Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away, and away means forgetting. This book, it quite simply is unforgettable and impossible to leave behind. It just keeps replaying itself over and over again in my mind and making me lust for it— and more.

It’s the slightest of gestures, but it sets off an explosion of happiness inside my body.

About the Book

Enough laughs to satisfy fans of Bridget Jones. Enough sparkly shoes and breathtaking ball gowns for fans of Cinderella…

Twenty-eight-year-old Tessa Sharpe, a.k.a. The Royal Watchdog, hates everything about Prince Arthur. As far as she’s concerned, he’s an arrogant, lazy leech on the kingdom of Avonia. When he shocks the nation by giving her the keys to the castle in an attempt to boost his family’s dismal public approval ratings, Tessa has no choice but to accept and move in for two months. It’s lust at first site, but there’s no way she can give in to her feelings—not if she wants to have a career or a shred of pride left when her time at the palace ends.

Ultra-private, ultra-hot Crown Prince Arthur has always gotten by on his charm. But that won’t be enough now that the royal family is about to be ousted from power once and for all. When Prince Arthur has to rely on the one woman in the kingdom who hates him most, he must learn that earning the love of a nation means first risking his heart…

Can two natural enemies find their forever in each other’s arms, or will they ruin each other to save themselves?

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Prince Arthur:

When we reach the vault room, there are two guards standing at the door. Normally there is just one, sitting on the inside; but for nights like tonight, there are a total of six. I nod, and one of them opens the door.

“Good evening, fellows,” I say.

“Good evening, Your Highness.”

Once inside the room, we go through the same routine with the other four men. I go to the keypad and press the code, then hold my face in front of the camera for a retina scan. When I look down at Tessa, she actually looks impressed.

“A little Bond-esque, no?” I ask.


“Come on, Moneypenny, let’s get you something for that beautiful neck of yours.” I tug her hand and pull her in with me before she can say no.

She’s already shaking her head, but I hold up one finger. “I can see those Sharpe family brains of yours going to work on ten different reasons why you won’t borrow a necklace, but I have already prepared counterarguments, and since we are now twelve minutes behind schedule, please allow me. One, they’re already paid for, some of them hundreds of years ago, so it’s not coming out of anyone’s taxes. Two, like the books in the library, they’re going to waste in here. Three, for the first time in my life, I want to share something with someone else—someone who deserves to feel like a queen, even if she’ll only allow herself that for one measly little evening. Four, I have this fantasy of seeing you in only the jewels. Maybe the heels could stay.”

Tessa laughs and her cheeks go pink. “All right. One necklace, but make it a cheap one.”

I raise one eyebrow. “Define cheap.”

“Less than a kitchen stool.”

“How about less than a car?”


“I said ‘queen.’ Would a queen really wear a sofa around her neck?” I reach up and run my fingertips along the base of her neck.

“Would she wear a car?”

“Good point.” I lean down and kiss the crook of her neck. “How about this? You choose whichever one you like the best, and I won’t tell you how much it’s worth.”

I continue to brush my lips along her skin, then move up to her earlobe. The other night, I discovered a little spot at the base of her ear that turns her to putty. After a moment of some careful work, I get what I want. A breathy, little ‘okay’ escapes her lips.

About the Author

MJ Summers currently resides in Edmonton, Canada, with her husband, three young children, and their goofy dog. When she’s not writing romance novels, she loves reading (obviously), snuggling up on the couch with her family for movie night (which would not be complete without lots of popcorn and milkshakes), and long walks in the woods near her house. MJ also spends a lot more time thinking about doing yoga than actually doing yoga, which is why most of her photos are taken ‘from above’. She also loves shutting down restaurants with her girlfriends. Well, not literally shutting them down, like calling the health inspector or something. More like just staying until they turn the lights off.

MJ is a member of the Romance Writers of America, as well as the International Women’s Writing Guild.

MJ would love to hear from you! She does her best to respond to all inquiries and emails personally. If you would like her to attend a book club meeting via Skype please contact her to book a date.



Marta Aguiar
Written by Marta Aguiar
I'm a mid twenties mummy living in North London, a graduate in English literature and creative writing from the university of Aberyswyth in Wales. I love to bake, cook, read and watch films, and love spending time with my little toddler, Jasper, and our new addition, Mylo. I blog about our family life and my general interests, with the odd guest blog from my partner, Kayne.