Avoiding sleeping with women was my specialty, an art form even. As the future King of England I couldn’t be caught sleeping with men. My whole life played out in front of the paparazzi, and they didn’t miss a thing.
I had a carefully crafted womanizing persona to maintain. My life came with rules, all of which I broke when I couldn’t resist a one night stand with the enemy: A beautiful paparazzo with a heart of gold. He may be the only person who doesn’t want me for my title, and he can never be anything more than my secret.
But secrets have a way of coming out and not only will they scare him away, but they’ll lose me the crown.

This review is likely going to end up more of story as every time I try to write about my love of this book in my head I keep coming back to how I found King Consort!

You see we were contacted by a PR person a few weeks ago, she asked if Shh Moms Reading wanted to host an Exclusive Cover Reveal.  The email was personalized, it had all the details of the book in it and the blurb really grabbed. So we agreed to host the cover reveal and I jumped at the chance to review King Consort.

What grabbed me who knows but the blurb had me wanting to read the story. The PR rep was kind enough to provide a very early copy so I could read it before the cover reveal and WOW was I blown away.

I wish I could put my finger on why certain books pull me in right away (something I love by the way) I wish I could spell out why certain author’s grab me but in the end I have NO idea, I can just say I was pulled in from the first few words and I am so happy to have found another author’s whose voice touches me.

The story of Louis and Xavier kept me glued to my kindle and kept my mind returned to the story even when I put it down.

The dynamic of Prince Louis and Xavier whose profession as a paparazzi makes for a story line that is so much more than just a Prince who is gay; it weaves the dilemmas of Louis being royalty and his Grandmother wanting him to marry (a woman) with the aspect of work lives that conflict.

I am so not going to share the how, and the what and the journey. I am going to say I loved the use of the supporting cast, especially Louis family and staff and the connection these men had bleed off the pages!

Ok I will add I freaking LOVED the ending.. it kept it really to the very end!

Make sure to 1-click this amazing story!

Here is a snippet of some of the epic banter that kept Denise glued to her kindle, please enjoy EXCLUSIVE Teaser for King Consort

Was I daft? I probably was, and the mirror wasn’t going to tell me a damn thing other than I looked good. ‘Cute but stupid’ would be printed in bold on my tombstone after the Queen murdered me with her bare hands, and I’d deserve it. I wanted to hate what Xavier was, but how could I? He was doing his job, and if it wasn’t him, someone else would have taken his place, and I probably would never have seen him again.
Was this really better? He controlled a part of me. A primal part I hadn’t known existed. It made me want to tear his clothes off whenever I laid eyes on him. I couldn’t let it go or control it for that matter.
He also didn’t have to tell me about Anne. He could have been an utter arse about it and screwed her, but he’d told me, and it warmed my cold cynical heart. I was sure the Queen would be pissed about the pictures of us out tonight, but if she knew the alternative she’d have agreed with my judgment. I had the perfect way to spin it, a paparazzo in my pocket. People were on the look out now, and if we gave them something it was better than them hunting until they dug something up, and since I didn’t want to be outed, I had to make strategic choices until I was back in my country and married.
The friendship I couldn’t explain other than I trusted him. Chances were I would get fucked up the arse, and not in the way I wanted, but I’d never been allowed to be stupid, so I got one right? I walked a tightrope between country and pleasure, and one misstep would bring it all down.
My phone buzzed, and I picked it up to find a text from a number I didn’t recognize. I grinned to myself. He’d already taken the bait.
X: Is this a ruse? Are you having me wait out here all night?
I checked my wristwatch. I still had thirty minutes before I had to be down there.
Louis: Look, you do know how to use a phone.
X: You did tell me to wait down here and freeze my ass off.
X: Because whereas that would be funny for you all tucked into your nice warm bed in your posh penthouse, I had a special night planned with my hand.
I had to bite my knuckles to not burst out laughing.
Louis: Maybe I like the thought of you suffering.
X: That I would believe. Kings have to be sadists.
X: My balls will probably fall off before you even make it down here.
Louis: Well, wouldn’t that be a shame.
X: If my balls freeze off I’m sending you a bill for the funeral, and I am not going cheap.
Louis: By all means get the premium flowers, your balls have treated you well.
X: My future suitors will miss out.
I cringed. I didn’t like that thought at all. I’d never been a possessive bastard, but I was feeling it now. I assumed it was because there was unfinished business there. I wasn’t done with him. Usually after a one night stand I was done by the next morning.
I closed my eyes and my phone vibrated in my hand again.
X: I’d look pretty amusing without balls. Maybe that would distract from my face.
Louis: Would you take to going trouser-less?
X: Clearly.
Louis: Your face is lovely.
X: A face only a prince could endure.
X: Doesn’t really have a ring to it.
X: Wait, look, there is proof to take to the tabloids, you like my face. 😉
Louis: You type much too fast to get any sort of reply.
X: Since I shun company I have become quite proficient with my hands.
Louis: Double entendre. Very nice.
X: And here I thought that would at least get me a lol.
X: What? Have you never had text sex? You need quick thumbs so the moment doesn’t die.
I felt the statement all the way to my dick.
Louis: No, I haven’t had the privilege. Evidence and all.
X: ’tis a right shame. Nothing like a quickie over text or the phone. Some naughty pics mixed in there.
Louis: Yes, that’s just what I need, my grandmother seeing my penis all over the place.
X: I’d buy that paper.
I typed out a few messages and subsequently deleted them. He’d already seen it.
Louis: After the other night?
X: For the spank bank.
He added a tiny hand emoji and I couldn’t help but laugh.
Louis: Emojis really?
X: Is that beneath your highness?
Louis: I didn’t believe grown adults used them.
X: Do the servants who text for you judge you when you use them?
Louis: If servants sent messages for me, you could be assured you wouldn’t be on the list.
X: Scared I’ll say something?
Louis: Maybe a little.

Author Bio:

When not staying up all night writing, J.R. Gray can be found at the gym where it’s half assumed he is a permanent resident to fulfill his self-inflicted masochism. A dominant and a pilot, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. He frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns and conversations, to jot down notes or plot bunnies. Commas are the bane of his existence even though it’s been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder. If Gray wasn’t writing…well, that’s not possible. The buildup of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave, insanity or both. The idea of haunting has always appealed to him. J.R. Gray is genderqueer and prefers he/him pronouns.

Author Bio: When not staying up all night writing, J.R. Gray can be found at the gym where it’s half assumed he is a permanent resident to fulfill his self-inflicted masochism. A dominant and a pilot, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. He frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns and conversations, to jot down notes or plot bunnies. Commas are the bane of his existence even though it’s been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder. If Gray wasn’t writing…well, that’s not possible. The buildup of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave, insanity or both. The idea of haunting has always appealed to him. J.R. Gray is genderqueer and prefers he/him pronouns.

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