Logan St. James is a smoldering, sexy beast. Sure, he can be a little broody at times—but Ellie Hammond’s willing to overlook that. Because, have you seen him??
Sexy. As. Hell.
And Ellie’s perky enough for both of them.
For years, she’s had a crush on the intense, gorgeous royal security guard—but she doesn’t think he ever saw her, not really.
To Logan, Ellie was just part of the job—a relative of the royal family he’d sworn to protect. Now, at 22 years old and fresh out of college, she’s determined to put aside her X-rated dreams of pat-downs and pillow talk, and find a real life happily ever after.
The Queen of Wessco encourages Ellie to follow in her sister’s footsteps and settle down with a prince of her own. Or a duke, a marquis…a viscount would also do nicely.
But in the pursuit of a fairy tale ending, Ellie learns that the sweetest crushes can be the hardest to let go.
Logan St. James grew up on the wrong side of the tracks, in a family on the wrong side of the law. But these days, he covers his tattoos and scars with a respectable suit. He’s handsome, loyal, brave, skilled with his hands and…other body parts.
Any woman would be proud to call him hers.
But there’s only one woman he wants.
For years he’s watched over her, protected her, held her hair back when she was sick, taught her how to throw a punch, and spot a liar.
He dreams of her. Would lay down his life for her.
But beautiful Ellie Hammond’s off-limits.
Everybody knows the bodyguard rules: Never lose focus, never let them out of your sight, and never, ever fall in love.
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I’m not exaggerating when I say this book is one of my favorite reads for 2017 and the series is officially one of my all-time favorites. Royally Endowed had me laughing and swooning a few pages in, and I can assure you, it goes on until the very last word in the story.
Reasons why you might love Royally Endowed as much as I did:
♞Logan St. James
Sweet, sweet Logan. This man is like a shadow in the night. You can’t always see him but he’s there to make sure you’re safe. I loved how he described Ellie, how obvious it was that he adored her. Seeing Ellie in his eyes was an experience that made me hope to find someone who would look at me the way James looked at her. Nothing could convince me that this man would give his life to protect her. He had his hang ups, but he fought day in and day out to rise above what everyone expects him to become. He didn’t want to end up in jail like his grandfather and father, and so he left, enlisted in the military, then eventually became one of Prince Nicholas’ most trusted guards. He adored Ellie but refused to acknowledge his burgeoning feelings for reasons I can completely understand. It made me adore this man even more. But he loved Ellie, and this man loved so much.
He had his hang ups, but he fought day in and day out to rise above what everyone expects him to become. He didn’t want to end up in jail like his grandfather and father, and so he left, enlisted in the military, then eventually became one of Prince Nicholas’ most trusted guards. He adored Ellie but refused to acknowledge his burgeoning feelings for reasons I can completely understand. It made me adore this man even more. But he loved Ellie, and this man loved so much.
Ellie, whom you might recognize as Olivia’s little sister in Royally Screwed, is so pure and kind, but strong and sure of herself. She’s a free spirit who would like to take the metaphorical lemon that is life and squeeze it for all its worth. When Olivia left to go with Nicholas, Nicholas assigned Logan (and a team of other guards) to watch over the younger Hammond to make sure she stayed safe and protected. Ellie was enamored with Logan, who was not only handsome and so beautiful to look at but was solid as a rock. She trusted him with her life, and he made sure to keep that trust. She’s had feelings for him since she was seventeen, and when they moved to Wessco to be with Olivia during her pregnancy, those feelings grew more and more.
One word—swoon. The unwavering trust between them. The sizzling chemistry that grows each day. The deep connection. The slow burn. I love the strong foundation of their relationship that started when Ellie was 17 and Logan 22. The attraction has always been there, but they were friends, confidants before they finally gave in to their feelings.
♞Logan’s friendship with Nicholas
It gave me life. These two have so much respect for each other, and I love how these two would confide in each other. They see each other as brothers, with Nicholas as Logan’s big brother. He looked out for James and held him in the highest regard, and gave the right push when he needed it. Nicholas is an amazing big brother, okay???
It honestly brought tears to my eyes to see more into Nicholas and Olivia’s life and Henry and Sarah’s. Since it was told in Ellie/Logan’s POV, we got to see them in a different yet still lovely light. I missed them and was so happy to see them back. To see how close they are/have become, to see how loyal they are to each other.
I don’t know if Emma Chase is writing any more books in this series, I could read about this family my whole life. The next generation Pembrook/St. James kids? Sign me up. If not, thank you, Emma, for welcoming us into this wonderful world. It was an honor to read such an amazing series that brought tears to my eyes and made my heart so full I could burst. I will cherish this series forever.
Tropes: Forbidden Romance, Royalty, Age Gap
POV: First Person, Dual POV
But then the mood shifts, as if the air becomes thicker, weighted, more . . . sultry.
Because slowly, Logan sinks down to one knee in front of me—looking in my eyes the whole time. In this position, I could touch his shoulders, comb my fingers through his thick, dark hair. He’s the perfect height for me to bend down and kiss his mouth—the perfect height for him to kiss me back . . . in a lot of places.
My breath hitches. And I wonder he feels it too.
There’s a sound of tearing Velcro, and Logan takes something off his ankle—a holster, with a small silver knife, about three inches long.
“Keep this on you all the time,” he says seriously. “Just in case. If you wear a skirt, the strap will fit around your thigh.”
And I almost laugh. Most girls get a ring from a guy on his knees. I get a murder weapon. But still, it makes me feel safe . . . watched over. Like I’m something precious that deserves to be protected.
I take the knife from him, testing the surprisingly solid, heavy weight of it in my hand. I press my index finger to the tip.
Logan grabs my wrist tightly. “Careful. It’s sharp.”
There’s a small, painless nick, a tiny bead of blood, so I put my finger in my mouth, sucking.
And Logan’s watching me again.
Watching my mouth.
His chest seems to rise just a little faster, and his throat ripples when he swallows. He bends his head, curves his strong back, and then I feel his hands on my ankle, securing the strap. His touch is warm and self-assured. It’s the way he always moves—confident and experienced. Logan knows his body and he knows how to use it, in every way possible.
I almost moan. The sound is in the back of my throat, but I keep it trapped. I never knew the ankle was an erogenous zone, but it sure as hell is now. A hot pulse of pleasure streaks from Logan’s fingers on my bare skin, up my thigh, between my legs.
And I throb there, growing swollen and heavy as he keeps his hands on me.
Can he tell? Does he know? He’s so aware of everything, always so attuned, I wonder if he can sense my arousal . . . feel it in the air that clings between us.