Blog Tour: Mini Review and Extract of How (Not) to Date a Prince by Zoe May

Posted April 30, 2018 by Charlotte in Blog Tour, Reviews / 0 Comments

How (Not) to Date a Prince by Zoe May

I received this book for free from Publisher in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.

Blog Tour: Mini Review and Extract of How (Not) to Date a Prince by Zoe MayHow (Not) to Date a Prince by Zoe May
Published by HarperCollins UK on May 4, 2018
Genres: Chick-lit, Fiction, Romance
Pages: 384
Format: E-Arc
Source: Publisher
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‘A must-read modern fairytale!’ Lisa Dickenson on Perfect Match

Surely fairy tales don’t happen in real life?

After being jilted at the altar, high-flying journalist Sam doesn’t believe in love any more – and she certainly doesn’t believe in fairy tales! So, when she’s asked to cover the Royal Wedding, it’s the last thing she wants to do.

And when she crashes into a ridiculously handsome stranger, Fredrik, later that day, things are going from bad to worse. But as the big day draws closer, Sam finds herself being swept up in the excitement – as well as swept off her feet by Fredrik!

But there’s something that Fredrik’s hiding from her – and when he finally reveals his secret, might Sam just have the happy-ever-after she never thought she wanted...?

Today on the Blog I am super excited to have a Mini Review and Extract of How (Not) to Date a Prince by Zoe May as part of the blog tour. As always don’t forget to check out other awesome blogs on the tour!

Mini Review:

So I picked How (Not) to Date a Prince up because of the cute cover and the title which is so on point at the moment.

At the moment I haven’t had time to fully read How (Not) to Date a Prince but so far its super cute and enjoyable read. I haven’t go to as far as when Sam meets Fredrik but I am looking forward to finding out.

So far all I know is that Sam wants to be taken seriously as a political journalist and that she has a huge aversion to anything wedding related. So when she is assigned to report on the up coming royal wedding she know that is is not a job that she wants to do.

This feels so far like a fun, tongue in cheek read, that will have you giggling throughout. This is a fun heart-warming read that I cannot wait to dive back into!

If you want to know more about How (Not) to Date a Prince or want to have a sneak peak then take a look below to find out what it is all about.


How (Not) to Date a Prince Chapter One:

‘What on earth is this?’ I thrust the news agenda onto my boss’ desk.

Phil reluctantly tears his gaze away from an article he’s reading and casts a withering glance at the agenda, which assigns reporters to the key news items of the day. Normally, I look forward to getting my hands on it, to see what I’m working on, but today, it’s a different story.

‘What about it?’ He shrugs, turning his attention back to his screen. He pushes his glasses up the ridge of his nose to continue reading the article, as if I’m not actually there.

I push the news agenda closer to him, dragging his attention back to it.

‘The royal wedding?’ I tap my fingernail against the part of the agenda which shows my name next to coverage of the latest royal engagement.

‘Is this a typo?’ I ask, even though I know it’s not. If there’s one thing Phil refuses to tolerate, it’s typos.

‘Yes, the royal wedding,’ Phil states simply. ‘Is there an issue?’

I narrow my eyes at him, trying to figure out what he’s playing at, but he looks back at me with bored disinterest. If it wasn’t for the fact that he’d been my boss for the past ten years, sometimes I’d genuinely think Phil hates me, but his off-hand manner is part of the package that comes with being a news editor at a national tabloid newspaper. The tougher you appear, the more revered you become. I used to live in fear of him as a junior reporter, until a few years passed and I began to realise that underneath Phil’s gruff no-nonsense exterior lurks a secret softy who’s more likely to be worrying about how much revision his 15-year-old daughter Abby’s been putting in for her GCSEs than about what’s happening in Westminster.The royal wedding? Since when do I cover the royals?’ I scoff. ‘Let alone weddings!’

‘One second.’ Phil’s phone rings and he takes the call.

I sigh. You see, royal weddings are not my thing. I’m a politics reporter. I cover Westminster, not weddings! My last piece was an interview with the Chancellor of the Exchequer on the latest budget reform. And before that, I was covering a vote on – in the House of Commons. I write about the kind of policies that shape the country. I don’t cover weddings! Weddings aren’t news. Weddings are just lace and flowers and cake and silliness. Even royal ones.

‘Sorry, not interested.’ Phil slams the phone down into its cradle. ‘Bloody freelancer with some batshit story. How do these people get my number?’

‘Dunno,’ I mutter. ‘Anyway…’ I tap my fingernail against the agenda.

‘Needs must, Sam. Ella’s on maternity leave, so I’m leaving it with you,’ Phil sighs.

Ella’s the Daily Post’s Royal Editor. Obsessed with marriage, family life and patriotism, she’s far better cut out for the gig than I am. When the shock engagement between reality TV star Holly Greene and Prince Isaac of Norway was announced, Ella squealed so loudly that she silenced the newsroom. This story was absolutely made for a romantic like her, but she left work last week at six months pregnant. If she wasn’t already ecstatic to be having a baby, she’d be kicking herself for missing out on covering Holly and Prince Isaac’s wedding. To be fair, it has everything. A rags-to-riches tale of sweet girl-next-door type from Leeds – Holly – who rose to fame on a cheesy island survival reality TV show, with the nation embracing her down-to-earth character and surprisingly quick one liners. She took on various presenting roles until she ended up fronting The Morning People – the nation’s most-watched breakfast show. Holly’s dated a couple of other celebrities, but she’s always been coy about her love life in the press and never seemed to have a long-term boyfriend. Them bam, it emerged that she’d been swept off her feet by Prince Isaac – a gorgeous strapping Norwegian prince first in line to the throne, who she’d interviewed on TV when he’d been visiting the UK to promote his charity work. According to reports, it was pretty much love at first sight. If Holly hadn’t already had the nation hooked with her dramatic rise to fame, her engagement to a dashing prince was the perfect fairy tale ending – giving hope to every normal girl in the country that she too could come from nothing and have a happy ever after. Even I can admit that it’s a sweet story, but it’s not exactly political by any stretch of the imagination and politics is what I do. It’s my job! Plus, I’m not exactly the biggest fan of weddings. Not after mine ended three years ago when my fiancé stood me up at the altar.

‘But I don’t cover weddings,’ I whine. ‘This is just-’

‘Look, Sam,’ Phil interrupts, fixing me with a pointed look. ‘I know you like your nitty gritty Westminster stories but why not lighten up for once? Do you realise how many reporters would kill for the chance to cover the royal wedding for a national newspaper? This is the biggest story of the year. You’re one in a million right now. You should be thanking me.’


Phil rolls his eyes, when the assistant news editor, Jeremy, who’s sitting next to him, butts in.

‘Earthquake in Mexico. Seven point two on the Richter scale. Five dead,’ he says, quoting a Reuters report open on his computer screen.

‘Get the TV on,’ Phil barks and before I know it, they’re turning up the volume on the enormous TV screens that dangle from the ceiling of the newsroom and tuning into the coverage.

‘Get on that, Matt,’ Phil orders one of the news reporters who begins scrolling through coverage on Twitter, one eye on the news broadcast.
I stand there for a minute, lingering by Phil’s desk, half-watching the crumbling wreckage on TV.

‘Still here?’ Phil asks, raising an eyebrow in my direction. ‘Go and do a feature on the happy couple. Where they met. How they fell in love. A real heart-warmer.’

‘A real heart-warmer?!’

Phil shoots me a look, before looking up at the live footage of a town being reduced to rubble.

‘How close are you from getting that online, Matt?’ He says over his shoulder. ‘We don’t need much. Just a couple of pars.’

Matt’s sweating at his desk as he bashes out a few sentences in a mad rush to get the story onto our website before our rivals publish it.

‘Five minutes,’ he mutters, over a flurry of typing.

Reluctantly, Phil turns his attention back to me. I’m well aware that I’ve outstayed my welcome. I’m old news, but I don’t care! Yes, journalism is fast-paced, but that doesn’t mean my boss can just change my role to Royal Reporter over night and inform me on a sheet of paper the next day.

‘Sam, just go and do it, okay?’ Phil groans.

Even saying them out loud gives me that shiver-down-the-spine sinking feeling of dread and it’s been years since my fiancé – my boyfriend of five whole years – ditched me on our wedding day to run off with a bouncy American girl with the name – I kid you not – Candy Moore. That’s her actual name, even though it sounds like the kind of thing a stupid spoilt baby would cry out to its parents. Candy! More! If Ajay had gone for someone slightly less annoying, I might have been able to forgive him, but Candy Moore? I mean, seriously? Actually, who am I trying to kid, there isn’t a woman in the world he could have wrecked our wedding day for that would have made me not hate his guts or, for that matter, anything and everything associated with weddings.

What did you think of my Mini Review and Extract of How (Not) to Date a Prince by Zoe May? Will you be reading any time soon?

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