Hello lovelies and happy Monday! We’re super excited to be a part of the cover reveal for Ella Martin’s debut book Will the Real Prince Charming Please Stand Up?
We were thrilled when Ella contacted us and asked us if we were interested in helping her promote her upcoming book. She allowed us to read an advanced copy and we were hooked on this adorable story!
Our favorite part? It scores positive on our content advisory! That means that we are more than happy to recommend it without hesitation. And we recommend it to YOU!
Meet the Author
Ella Martin is a prep school survivor and a Southern California native. She writes books about spunky teenagers who are way cooler than she ever was, and she totally believes in love and happy endings. She likes sunny places and is terrified of snowy winters, so she now lives in Florida with her husband and son.
Right fairy tale. Wrong guy.
Happily Ever After only happens with the right guy. It’s a tiny but important detail most fairy tales choose to leave out. But what happens when the princess rides off into the sunset with Prince Charming, only to discover he’s not so charming, after all?
Bianca Sullivan thinks she’s a pretty average girl. Sure, her brother may be the super-stud captain of the football team, but that’s her only claim to fame –- until her friends’ social experiment turns her into the new It girl of the Sophomore class, and she captures the attention of the most popular guy in her grade. Ecstatic to introduce the world to her first boyfriend, she’s trying to enjoy being wooed by the ultimate heartthrob. But no one’s ever told her what to do when her friends hate her boyfriend and Prince Charming starts acting like a control-freaky misogynist. And as if deciding whether to trust Prince Charming, her friends, or her own instincts wasn’t hard enough, being around her brother’s best friend is making her head all fuzzy, too. Oh, if only love was as simple as fairy tales make it out to be…
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Eeeep! So pretty! I love that the colors on the cover are the school colors for Westgate Prep.
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We are thrilled that we’re able to share an exclusive sneak peek—the first chapter of Will the Real Prince Charming Please Stand Up?
Without further ado…
“The exit polls are in, guys. It’s still early, but Bianca may actually win this.”
I looked up from my salad at the lanky boy who took the seat across from me. “Exit polls?” I asked. “Finn, you can’t be serious.”
His cool cerulean blue eyes peered at me over the top of his wireframe glasses. “How often is it that one of my friends has a chance at being Homecoming Princess?”
Beside me, my friend Talia crunched into a carrot stick. “So what is she ahead by?”
I glared at her. “Don’t encourage him.”
She flipped her long ponytail over her shoulder, revealing a bright green streak in her dark hair as she grinned at me. I sighed, knowing I was defeated.
Talia Nicoletti was the only person I knew brave enough to thumb her nose at the Westgate Prep Appearance Guidelines. The green streak she sported was her way of coping with the birthmark on her scalp that turned a lock of hair white. It totally violated all the rules, but after her mom had a meeting with the principal last year, both of the school deans gave up, stopped calling out her blatant disregard for the guidelines, and let her get away with everything. We called it the Talia Clause. Not even her knee-high combat boots and larger-than-regulation silver hoops that day earned a second glance from the faculty. But it probably didn’t hurt to have a high-powered attorney who terrified the entire administration for a mom, either.
“Based on the thirty-five random people I asked, which is a sample size of about twelve percent, she’s up by almost sixteen percentage points,” Finn replied, picking up his burger. “It’s just outside the margin of error, but I’m really confident in my math.”
Of course he was. Finnegan Marks was Westgate Prep’s top mathlete and the only sophomore taking pre-calculus while most of us slackers suffered through geometry. Come to think of it, Finn was probably the only sophomore not taking any regular tenth- grade classes. He stood about a head taller than I did (which was significant since I was considered kind of tall at five-foot-nine) and, despite his skinny frame, was fairly athletic. He was the best shooter on last year’s JV basketball team, though he said that wasn’t as much skill as it was a basic understanding of physics and geometry.
“I’m only on that stupid ballot because you and Jake thought it would be a fun social experiment,” I said with a snort. “You really think campaigning will have any effect on who’ll win?”
“Well, there has to be a way to level the field to prove it’s possible to rig a popularity contest,” he said, sounding hurt.
“So I get to be the guinea pig?” I stifled a groan. It wasn’t that I couldn’t win the Homecoming Princess crown on my own because I was ugly or anything. I thought my boring brown eyes were a little too big for my face, I was never crazy about the way my small nose turned up a bit at the end, and I really wished I’d inherited some of my mom’s Latin curves, but my looks were better than passable.
No, I wouldn’t win because I mostly kept to my close circle of friends, and I was a pretty ordinary student. I wasn’t hyper- involved in a ton of clubs, I was only in a handful of honors classes, and I wasn’t one of those girls who guys were drooling over. I was the girl you saw walking down the hall and didn’t think twice about.
Finn held up his burger and studied it. “You have to admit, Bianca, this has been an interesting experiment. We’ll know for sure when they announce the winners at the pep rally tomorrow, but it seems our campaign has been pretty effective.”
“All your campaigning has done is make my name more recognizable.”
“Hey, those videos got, like, a couple thousand views each.”
“A couple thousand?” I said, mortified. “But there are only, like, three hundred people in our class.”
“I know.” Finn was ecstatic. “So if my calculations are right, which we know they are, the videos we posted and email blasts we sent boosted both name and facial recognition, which led to an increase in your popularity quotient beyond those of the other candidates, thus securing a win.”
“In English, please?”
“He’s saying their campaign made you more popular than the cheerleaders,” Talia explained.
He furrowed his brow. “Jake and I merely presented her as the best representative for our class.”
“How would I be representing our class? All the Homecoming princesses do is sit on their class floats and smile and wave to the crowd at halftime. A trained monkey could do that.” I pointed at Finn with my fork. “And I don’t like being your lab rat.”
“But you have to admit, Bianca,” Talia said thoughtfully between bites of her sandwich, “it would be kind of cool to win.”
“Kind of cool?” Blonde spiral curls appeared out of nowhere as my friend Ally set a tray onto the table and slid into the seat beside me. “It would be totally epic.”
Ally Katz was the social butterfly of the sophomore class and easily the biggest gossip. She had a sweet, cherubic face with large, inquisitive green eyes, and a petite but rather curvy figure. I thought she would have been a better choice for Jake and Finn’s little experiment, but the guys told me Ally was too well-known and well-liked despite (or perhaps because of) her gossip blog. It was like Westgate’s Gossip Central Station, which Ally totally took as a compliment because she wanted to be an entertainment news reporter.
“You guys are way more excited about this than you should be,” I said.
Ally beamed at me. “You do know what this would mean, right?”
“That I can expect to be splashed with a bucket of pig’s blood at the game?” I asked cynically.
“Not if I can help it,” my brother said behind me. “Besides, no one would do that to the quarterback’s sister.”
I grimaced as he reached over my shoulder and grabbed the lone breadstick on my tray. Brady liked to remind me of his accomplishments at every turn, which often meant speaking of himself in the third person. Since this past summer, he referred to himself as “the quarterback” – or worse, “the QB” – as though I was supposed to be impressed. It was bad enough that half the girls in the school drooled over him – and were angry with me for not letting them use me to get to him. But as a senior, he’d really let it go to his head. Yes, he was a good-looking guy, and yes, he was a good athlete. But sometimes it was like he’d forgotten that I’d been around most of his life.
“Hi, Brady.” I didn’t bother to turn around.
He rubbed the top of my head with his knuckles, and I swiped his hand away.
“So why would anyone want to douse you with pig’s blood?”
Talia nodded at Finn. “You tell him.”
“Bianca’s probably going to be named Homecoming Princess. She’s leading the exit polls by about a sixteen-point margin,” he announced, his voice cracking. His ears turned as red as his hair because of it, but he cleared his throat and continued. “It’s a comfortable enough lead that I recommend she starts thinking of what she should wear to the game.”
“Ooh,” Ally squealed. “Shopping!”
“She ought to think about going to the dance,” Brady said, reaching for the chocolate cake on my tray. I slapped his hand.
“You’ve been bugging me about going to that stupid dance since the beginning of the year,” I said with a scowl. I gestured to my friends at the table. “We’ve already made plans for that night.”
“A James Bond marathon hardly counts as making plans. You guys do that all the time.”
“Not all the time,” Finn said, adjusting his glasses. “This would only be our fourth one.”
“Fine, but you do stupid movie marathons all the time.”
“Are you still bugging her about going to Homecoming?” a familiar voice behind me said.
I turned and beamed at Brady’s best friend, grateful for the support. “Hey, Tim!”
My brother lifted his chin toward Finn. “Marks over there said Bianca’s going to be class princess.”
“That’s kind of cool,” Tim replied.
“Sure, but then she’ll be the only princess ever to skip the dance.”
“I’ve already told you I’m not going to one of those stupid dances just for the sake of it,” I reminded him. “If I ever do, I’m going with someone who likes me at least as much as I like him.”
Tim ran his fingers through his sandy blond hair and rested his hand on the back of his neck. “Leave her alone, man.”
“Yeah! What he said.” I smiled up at him.
Timothy Dorscher was like my brother. I’d known him since I was about four. He was an inch or two taller than Brady’s six-foot height, and he had these really warm brown eyes that were easy to get lost in, like a chocolate molten lava cake. His straight nose and strong, chiseled jaw along with his lopsided grin made him look older than his seventeen years.
He and Brady did everything together, and I was positive they could read each other’s thoughts. I liked to tell my brother that he was only a good quarterback because Tim was his wide receiver and always knew ahead of time where he would throw the ball. But they disagreed as only best friends could, so I knew I could count on Tim to stick up for me whenever Brady gave me a hard time – which was often.
Brady snorted. “Whatever,” he said, taking fries off Talia’s tray and stuffing them into his mouth. “Only a loser would want to take you to Homecoming, anyway.”
Tim punched my brother in the arm before he walked away.
“Don’t you ever buy your own lunch?” Finn asked my brother.
I snickered. Very few people were brave enough to talk to Brady like that.
“Of course not,” my brother replied. “I don’t need to.” He snatched the chocolate cake off my tray and hurried after his best friend.
“Brady!” I yelled after him, my reprimand lost in the din of conversation around me. I turned to Talia. “He is so obnoxious.”
“That cake’s probably about three days old, anyway.”
Ally knocked over my soda, covering her mouth as she gasped. We all jumped up and moved our stuff away from the spreading mess. I pulled napkins off everyone’s trays and tossed them onto the table.
“You guys,” she said under her breath as she helped me wipe up the spill. “Don’t look now, but Dante is looking this way.”
And, of course, because she told us not to look, all of us – Finn included – turned our heads in search of him. Sure enough, Dante Schwartz was staring in our direction.
I didn’t know Dante that well because he ran in a different circle than mine. Even in the one class we had together last year, I didn’t talk to him much. Besides, he only went out with the prettiest girls in our class, which put him way out of my league. He was on a whole other level of cute, with dark hair that fell into piercing hazel eyes in just the right way, a narrow face, and a slight cleft in his chin. And when he smiled, he revealed these perfect, straight teeth in a way that made any warm-blooded girl’s insides melt.
Okay, so I may have spent considerable time studying his profile last year in algebra class.
“Ugh,” Talia said, looking away with a shudder. “He’s such a cretin.”
“He’s cute, though,” Ally said.
“You think everyone is cute,” Talia retorted. “Did you know he got a bunch of kids calling me ‘skunk girl’ all throughout middle school?”
“Schwartz is a jerk,” Finn declared as he sat down and returned his attention to the half-eaten burger before him. “He goes around acting like he’s God’s gift to the girls of Westgate or something. I don’t know what any of you see in him.”
Talia made a face. “I don’t see anything in him. In fact, I can’t stand him. If he’s God’s gift, then I really hope He attached a gift receipt.”
I laughed, but I stole another glance over my shoulder at Dante. His eyes locked with mine before he grinned. I caught my breath and offered a shy smile in return before I looked away.
Don’t you just want to read more? Will the Real Prince Charming Please Stand Up? releases July 1st. Make sure to add it to your e-device!