Title: Royally Wed (Ladies in Waiting #2)
Author: Pamela DuMond
Publication Date: Oct. 13, 2016
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Other Books in Series: Part-time Princess
Ring the wedding bells, pour the champagne, and get thee to the cathedral for Royally Wed, the LOL sequel to Part-time Princess (Ladies-in-Waiting, #1)!
Lucy Trabbicio, former cocktail waitress and down-to-earth American commoner, is about to marry the man of her dreams, Prince Nicholas of Fredonia in the posh royal wedding of the year.
But something goes very wrong on the way to the altar. Now it’s up to Lucy, her party-hard, take-no-prisoners Ladies-in-Waiting, and Nick’s opinionated Royal Nana to solve the debacle, and get her back into sexy Prince Nick’s arms in time to be Royally Wed, as well as royally bed.
A modern day, sexy tale with romance, twists and turns, laughter, and a whole lot of hanky-panky!
Pam pitched Erin Brockovich’s story to ‘Hollywood’. ERIN BROCKOVICH the movie earned 4 Academy Award nominations, and Erin became a household name for environmental activism.
Pam writes Romance, YA, Mysteries, and even Self-Help. All her stories have humor and heart.
She’s addicted to TV shows — The Voice, The Blacklist, and GOT. She likes dogs and cats equally, prefers her coffee strong, her Cabernet hearty, her chocolate dark, and her foods non-GMO. She lives for a good giggle in Venice, California with her fur-babies.
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I woke up on the cathedral’s stone floor and glanced around, as wedding guests applauded from their seats in the wooden pews. “Thank you,” I said. “Thank you very much,” and pushed myself to standing. “I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve all this wonderful affirmation, but I sincerely appreciate it.”
Nicholas stood at front of the church and smiled and waved at me. “Lucy!”
“Nick! You’re here. Oh, my God, the whole nightmare about you standing me up at the altar was simply a horrible dream. I should have known better. What’s all the kerfuffle? Why are all these people applauding?”
“They’re celebrating our wedding my love.” He held out his hand to me. “It’s finally time that we get married. But first you have to walk down the aisle. Let’s get the party started, Lucy.”
“Oh my God, Nicholas. That is the most romantic thing I think you’ve ever said to me, especially in front of all these people. Hang on, I’m warming up.” I shook my hands, cracked my neck, and started my crazy great dance moves down the aisle as “Cake by the Ocean” by DNCE played in the background.
“Lucy, my darling, I’ve wanted to slip a ring on that important finger since the first time I met you. I imagined what it would be like to be your husband. We’d have sex every morning, twice at night, and even a few times during the middle of the day during national holidays. You’ll never have to count calories ever again. You’ll burn them all off with me!”
“The dream of wedded bliss keeps getting better and better, Nicholas!” I said, busted a few more moves to the song, and waved back at all the folks who were waving to me. Everyone was so friendly at my wedding, and I wondered why I was worried about them being judgmental.
An old duke peppered with liver spots eyed me and snapped his fingers in time with the music. A few teenagers hopped up on the church pews and danced with each other. By the time I glanced back at the altar, Nick was eating from a huge wedding cake with his hands, frosting dripping from his fingers. “It’s so yum, Lucy! Hurry up! Pick up the pace! We must wed now!”
“Yes, Nicholas,” I said, and jogged toward him. “I can’t wait to marry you! This whole thing is so exciting it almost makes me want to take my clothes off and run through a sprinkler with you and my dog, Tulip! She’s a yellow lab and you know how those dogs love the water.”
“We can do that after we get married, Lucy,” he said, and licked frosting suggestively from his fingers. “I love you!”
“I love you back,” I said, and jogged even faster.
“But you won’t have to take your clothes off, Lucy. You’re already breathtakingly beautiful in your naked form.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about Nicholas.”
“You’re in the buff, my love,” he said. “Why do you think the crowds are applauding so enthusiastically?”
I tripped over a photographer, sent him flying, and looked down in horror. I no longer wore a beautiful flowing vintage silk batiste wedding gown, but a size fourteen suit of bare lady skin. I was jogging down the aisle of the Royal Fredonia Cathedral one hundred percent naked.
“Ms. Trabbicio! Ms. Trabbicio!”
I turned and stared at the photographer I’d just drop kicked down the aisle. He was hunched in a ball on the ground but still managed to hold his enormous camera and aim it straight at me. “I need to take your picture for our magazine,” he said.
I turned and mooned him. “Then you’d better get a picture of my good side.”
