Welcome to my stop on the blog tour for Karina Halle’s latest, The Swedish Prince! If you’re looking for a sexy and sweet Cinderella-ish romance, look no further. The Swedish Prince is probably just what you need in your life.
The Swedish Prince by Karina Halle
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Publication date: March 22, 2018
Format: eARC, How I got it: From the author
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I never believed in fairy-tales.
Never held out for Prince Charming.
Growing up poor in small-town California as the oldest of six siblings, I knew I would never ride off into the sunset with anyone. That was even more apparent when a senseless tragedy took the lives of my parents, forcing me to become the sole guardian of our dysfunctional household at the mere age of twenty-three.
Then a fateful encounter literally brought Prince Charming to my doorstep.
At first I thought Viktor was just your average businessman passing through, albeit obscenely handsome, six-foot-five, blue-eyed, and mysteriously rich.
But soon I discovered the truth behind Viktor’s façade.
Beneath his quiet, enigmatic gaze and cocky charm, is a man who is running away from who he really is. A role he’d rather not fulfill.
He is Viktor of House Nordin, His Royal Highness, The Crown Prince of Sweden.
Yet uncovering Viktor’s secret was only the first step.
I didn’t expect to fall in love with him.
I didn’t expect to have my whole life turned upside down.
When you’re from two different worlds, can your hearts meet somewhere in the middle?
Or do happily-ever-afters only exist in fairy-tales?
I received a complimentary copy of this book for review consideration.
This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
“Do you need any help?” Callum asks Viktor as he sorts things.
Callum has never asked to help me in the kitchen before.
Viktor smiles at him appreciatively and I’m aware of how charmed they are of each other. It warms my heart.
“Well let’s see,” Viktor says and takes off his suit jacket, hanging it on the back of the chair, and starts rolling up his sleeves. His tanned, muscled forearms pop against the white fabric as he folds it around his elbow. Hot damn. Forget about warming my heart, this is warming up other places.
“What are you good at Callum?” he asks.
Callum taps his finger against his chin in thought. “Math.”
“That’s great. I meant in the kitchen.”
“Slicing things,” he says with a big smile. “Or stabbing things.” Evil giggle.
Viktor’s eyes widen briefly. “Okay, so we’ll keep you away from the knives.” He looks at me for help.
I shrug. “Beats me, he’s never wanted to help me in the kitchen.”
“Because you’re not James Bond,” Callum says.
“Well sorrrrrry,” I tell him. I can’t blame the kid. Viktor in his suit in our kitchen is probably the most exciting thing to ever happen to us.
“Have you ever grated parmesan, Callum?” Viktor asks him while rummaging through the drawers and finding the cheese grater. He raises it up triumphantly while I silently shake my head, no way. A cheese grater is just a knife with scales.
“Nevermind,” Viktor says quickly, placing the cheese grater far away from him. “How about you just sit there and sing me songs. I rather liked your rendition of Dancing Queen.”
Oh god. Now that I know “Dancing Queen” was sung to his actual mother the night before she became queen, by ABBA themselves, Callum’s version seems even more crude.
“I forgot the lyrics,” Callum says with a shrug. “But I can rap.” He clears his throat like he’s about to sing an opera. “I like big poops and I cannot lie.”
I roll my eyes and give Viktor a warning look. He asked for this.
“Can I help with anything?” I ask coming around the table beside him.
“An apron would be great,” he says. His hands are already floured from handling the fresh pasta so I grab an apron hanging in the pantry – one that has chickens all over it, my mother was obsessed with chickens – and bring it over to him.
We smile at each other as he lowers his head so I can slip the top strap over his neck. With his head at my height, I take a moment to run my hands through his hair under the guise of fixing it.
My god. This is what heaven feels like. His hair is so thick and lush and silky, the ultimate sensory experience. I get a whiff of his shampoo, something woodsy and herbal that makes me want to drool. How I want nothing more than to just grab a few strands between my fingers and give it a sharp tug. I want to see the easy-going expression on his face become something raw and wild.
He sneaks a glance up at me and I realize how inappropriate I must be touching him like this.
“Your hair was a little messed,” I say quietly, then I go behind him and tie the straps around his lower back. Damn, if Callum wasn’t sitting right there and watching this whole scene, I’d start running my hands up and down his back, feeling every hard, taut muscle, and then climb him like a jungle gym. He’s just so tall, his shoulders so broad and wide, that I feel like I take up no space at all next to him, like Viktor commands every atom in the room when he’s around.
But Callum is watching, very intently I might add, and whatever intimacy I had conjured up by putting an apron vanishes.
Despite never having watched Roman Holiday (I know, I know) I was ridiculously excited to read The Swedish Prince because, you know, new Karina Halle book! It did take me a little longer to finish this book than it normally would, but that had nothing to do with how much I was enjoying it. ApollyCon had me pretty well distracted and busy, so my reading time was pretty much nil for several days last week. But, when I did get a chance to read, I couldn’t wait to get back into Maggie and Viktor’s story. It had Karina’s trademark mix of sexy, angsty and swoony and delivered some pretty big feels along the way.
The Swedish Prince wastes no time before jumping right into the heart of the story. The prologue basically broke my heart and I needed the rest of the book to put me back together. It totally did, too. There was something special about Maggie and Viktor. Of course, I am also a total sucker for Cinderella-ish stories, so this one was right up my alley. I loved the pacing and the feels between them and everything just felt so REAL. This book definitely has some heavy and angsty moments, but there were plenty of smiles and swoons to be had as well. I shipped Maggie and Viktor so freaking hard. I desperately wanted, no needed, them to figure out a way to make things work.
As always, Karina’s words are just so damn gorgeous. I love her writing and the way she basically pours her heart out on every page. I think that’s why her characters always find a way under my skin and into my heart as well. Viktor and Maggie — and her siblings, for that matter — were no exception. I know this is a standalone, but I wouldn’t be sad to see more from these characters down the road. The Swedish Prince was more than just a romance. There was a focus on family relationships and obligations and growth. It was a great read and one I’ll be thinking about for a long time to come.
“Oh please. This is all about your vagina, there’s no need for your heart to join the party.”
“I could kiss you for a thousand days and it still wouldn’t be enough. I could gaze at you for a million days and it wouldn’t be enough. I could touch you, taste you, be so deep inside you that you’re fused to my skin, do this forever and it still wouldn’t be enough. Forever with you isn’t enough.”
There is a vacancy that grows in your heart after someone you love leaves you. When they leave, they take everything with them. All the furnishings, the all the artwork, even the flooring, until you are stripped bare. Cold. I am one big empty room that echoes with the loss of him.
“Always more, never less.”
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