Publisher's Synopsis
My husband and I are madly in love. Our royal baby is officially on the way. So why are we both freaking out?
With all eyes on me, I'm determined to be one of those fabulously fit pregnant women. I could do it, too, if it weren't for all the freshly-baked scones.
Soon dubbed the Cowntess of Camembert, I desperately want to go into hiding until after the baby has grown up. But royal life won't wait, and I need to figure out how to win the people over once and for all (because they pretty much all still hate me).
Having the next heir arriving soon has caused Arthur's overprotective streak to come out in spades. In fact, he's gone nuts-accusing potential obstetricians of having vagina-fixations, and demanding pedo-checks on everyone who comes onto the palace grounds.
To make matters worse, I've accidentally publicly insulted the upper crust (i.e. all of Arthur's friends) about how they raise their children.
Oh, and I declared I'll never hire a nanny, which I will totally need.
We have got to pull it together, because if we don't, there's no way we're going to manage to raise a well-adjusted human.
And just as terrifying, there's a chance we won't even be a happy couple by the time the baby arrives...
The Royal Delivery is hilariously sweet and heartwarming tale of a woman battling pregnancy hormones under the public microscope, her well-meaning husband who would just as soon lock her and the baby in a tower forever to keep them safe, and the world's most inappropriately funny bodyguard who can't seem to stop doling out unwanted advice. It'll have you snort-laughing, crying, and wincing until the very last page.
