by Pippa Grant
ASIN/ISBN: B07GBC345Z
Publication: August 31, 2018
Series: The Royals #3


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Cover Design: Lori Jackson
Photo: Wander Aguiar
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If Iโd known he had dimples, I never wouldโve agreed to marry him.
Some people are born for parenthood.
Not me.
But Iโm about to get it anyway, since thereโs no one else who can take care of my wild child baby sister. Iโm supposed to be spending my days running a flight adventure company with my best friend, but instead, Iโm inadvertently getting myself into trouble, just trying to do the right thing and keep her out of trouble, to the point that itโs clear I cannot do this on my own.
But who else would want to help us?
Turns out, my biggest enemy.
Mr. Tall, Dark, and Cranky just inherited a country, but in order for Amoria to crown him as Kingโyou know, that job they give to people with no more demanding qualifications than flared nostrils, proper manners, and a taste for crumpetsโhe needs a wife. Now. Obviously the only person he would ask is as irresistible (and desperate) as me.
And I see no better way to prove Iโm ready to take care of my sister than to wear the crown of a queen. No oneโs ever found fault with royalty, and hey, the job comes with round-the-clock security.
Except in return for helping save my sister, Mr. Iโm-Not-Sure-Youโre-Even-A-Real-Prince Viktor tells me he needs the teeniest, tiniest favor. You see, he doesnโt just need help saving his crown. He needs help saving his country.
Remember when I said no one ever found fault with royalty? Try asking that question after you see your frazzled face under the front-page headline of a small countryโs leading gossip magโฆ
Hot Heir is a romping fun marriage of convenience romance between a surprise heir and a southern hot mess, complete with the bedroom to end all bedrooms, a run-down alpaca, and that thing with the hot air balloon. This romantic comedy stands alone with no cheating or cliffhangers and ends with a royally awesome happily ever after.

EXCERPT
Taking a bullet or a knife, I can do.
But soothing a terrified, sobbing, otherwise competent woman is not something Iโve oftenโeverโaccomplished successfully, nor have I ever found myself in many situations in which it was necessary.
I stroke her back, and gradually, they both cry themselves out.
Which is good, because seeing a chink in Peachโs armor is bloody terrifying.
โPapaya,โ she says, her voice thick and wobbly, โyouโre on kitchen duty for the next four weeks.โ
โWhat?โ
โAnd if you get fired by the chef, youโll be on maid duty. And if you get fired by the maids, youโll be shoveling shit in the stables. And you donโt get to see Fred until your chores are done.โ
I suck in a surprised breath.
Papaya gasps. โYou canโt do that.โ
โAnd if you donโt show up for kitchen duty, you wonโt be going to Joeyโs wedding next weekend.โ She swipes at her eyes, which silences any objections I might have to keeping track of Papaya whilst Peach is away for a week. โYou scared the ever-loving patootles out of me. I thought you were kidnapped. And instead, youโre here, spooking the daylights out of these poor guards who were trained on an invalid king who couldnโt even get out of his own bed to pee.โ
Ah. Iโm beginning to see from whom Papaya gets her creativity.
And it hasnโt escaped my notice that Peach is still leaning on me.
My knees are going quite numb from squatting, but I could crouch here for hours if that was what was required to make her feel better.
โYou have two choices.โ Her voice is growing steadier, more Peach-like. โYou do your punishment, and weโll find you a better outlet for all your creative energy, or weโre going to have one hell of a rough year.โ
Papaya scowls. Her tears have also left her. โI donโt like those choices.โ
โTheyโre what youโve got.โ
โI want to go home and live with my daddy.โ
Peachโs entire body goes so rigid, I have to stop myself from grabbing Papaya and dangling her by the ankle for being such an ungrateful arse.
โHe lost the privilege to keep you.โ Peachโs voice wobbles again. โMeemaw and me and Viktor and Alexander and Samuel are what youโve got.โ
An emotion I cannot name blooms in my chest, swells into my throat, and renders me momentarily tongue-tied.
Sheโs just claimed us all as family.
โGet up. I want that armor shined and sparkling before it goes back where it belongs in the tower study, and donโt you dare give me any lip, or youโll be shining and sparkling every single suit of armor in this whole entire castle if you so much as think at me wrong.โ
I swallow hard, wishing my own voice were not so much more husky than I intend it to be. It seems emotions are going around. โI believe there are fifty more stored in the dungeons, my lady.โ
My shirt is damp and cold where the tears from Peachโs cheek have soaked through, Iโve nearly watched a teenage girl outwit and terrify an entire team of guards who were quite ready to maim, if not outright kill her, and Iโm playing parent for the first time in my life.
Being a team.
With Peach.
Itโs disconcerting at best.
Irresistibly attractive at worst.
Iโve a kingdom to run. Thereโs no time to fall for my wife.
But I fear it might be too late.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Pippa Grant is a USA Today Bestselling author who writes romantic comedies that will make tears run down your leg. When she’s not reading, writing or sleeping, she’s being crowned employee of the month as a stay-at-home mom and housewife trying to prepare her adorable demon spawn to be productive members of society, all the while fantasizing about long walks on the beach with hot chocolate chip cookies.
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REViEW
**I was provided a copy of the book by Give Me Books as part of the promotional campaign. I voluntarily read and reviewed it. All opinions are my own.**
I’m not the biggest fan of the royal-plebe relationship trope in contemporary romances, but I’m willing to read it since it’s a Pippa Grant book. I wasn’t the biggest fan of Royally Pucked, which is technically the first book in The Heirs series but also second in The Copper Valley Thrusters series. Hot Heir is the third in the series and starts with a runaway air balloon and lots of bickering between leads Viktor, our king-to-be, and Peach, part-owner of an aviation company and guardian of her younger sister.
Like prior female protagonists, Peach is feisty and quite a character, with some vulnerability in her. She speaks her mind and rarely is one to ever back down, making her a good match for Viktor, a former royal bodyguard now turned king. Because Peach is always annoyed by him, Viktor purposely likes to rile her up–he enjoys it a lot. He’s an honorable person and seems stern, but he’s a pretty amusing character when reading his chapters. They’re perfect together, especially as the attraction builds and they struggle with the discovery that it could be more than attraction. I wanted to like Peach’s younger sister Papaya but I couldn’t. If she could have been given more to do than just to create havoc and laughs, I think I would have found a way to understand her better. Hopefully, she’ll get a book in the future.
I expected to feel about Hot Heir the same way I felt about Royally Pucked, but, interestingly, I liked Hot Heir a lot more. It likely has to do with liking Viktor a lot more than I liked Manning. Like all her other books, Hot Heir promises hijinks and lots of laughs.

Let’s compare covers!
I’m not really into the vest and open collar shirt of the new cover. He would look better buttoned up instead. I miss the hot air balloon too. Overall, I like the old cover better. Thoughts?

