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Jersey Royal by C F White
Flying into Love, Book 5
Can a humble farmer bag himself a true Jersey royal to save his farm…and steal his heart?
Distant royal, Nicholas Osbourne, has one last chance to prove his worth to his wealthy family. A string of bad press over even worse relationships has him agreeing to star in a reality television series getting down and dirty with the ordinary folk. He can live a lie for a week. He’s been doing it for years.
Jersey potato farmer, Alex Hamon, has no time nor patience to babysit a pretentious television crew, nor a work-shy, bratty rich-kid. But the hefty fee and potential promotional opportunities for his farm are too tempting to turn down. He just needs to keep his head in the soil, and not on how his under-the-radar gaydar is blinking overtime for the rogue royal.
Nicholas is out of his depth. Distracted by the stunningly sexy farmer’s son, he’s unable to bury his attraction the way he has been back in London. But he’s on camera. Twenty-four-seven. It’s a disaster waiting to happen. His only saving grace is that the farmer’s son is straight…isn’t he?
Jersey Royal (Flying into Love #5) is an opposites attract, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, rich v poor, first time contemporary MM romance featuring an appearances-is-everything royal with a secret and a temperamental potato farmer with a track record for burying things.
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“Tell us about the farm, Alex,” Tabatha said, waving her hand in a forward motion presumably for her crew and not for him to hurry up. Although, either could be true.
“Hamon Farm is one of eight generational farms on the island dedicated to growing royals. We maintain traditional farming techniques in order to preserve our unique soil. We don’t tamper with hardwearing machinery, meaning we mostly plant and harvest by hand.”
“Little boring, Alex,” Tabatha said. “Make it interesting!”
Alex glanced around at his land. At the sloping fields stretching down to St Helier Bay, Elizabeth Castle coming into view over the horizon. He knew this. He lived this. He could bloody well talk about it on camera. But how could he make it interesting? It was picking potatoes out of the ground.
“Jersey’s rich, fertile earth make this the only place you can grow the royals to exact standards. Our potatoes have a distinct taste that comes from this island only. The gentle climate and dedication of the farmers and staff who look after them make them the most sought after potato.”
“Better!” Tabatha gestured again and this time Alex was sure it was meant for him.
“We use vraic as fertiliser, which is the local seaweed washed up along the shores around the island, ensuring they’re at their prime for harvest. It’s hard work. Six a.m. starts. Twelve-hour days. We can pack a thousand tonnes of royals each day to hit our quota, then they’re taken down to the boats to be delivered to mainland Britain and hit the supermarkets the next day. Sold as fresh as they were picked.”
Nicholas widened his eyes in horror. Was it the hand-picking? Was it the early starts? The twelve-hour days? Wait til he discovered that most of what they did was in the blazing sun, bent over down steep hills, fingers grazing through mud.
“Don’t expect an easy ride, here,” he said. “We may be called royal, but there’s nothing regal about rummaging in the dirt for your dinner.”
Pause.
Tabatha held her breath then burst into applause. “That’s the soundbite!” She turned back to the camera crew. “Did you get a reaction shot?”
Camerawoman nodded.
“Right!” Tabatha clapped. “Let’s get some shots of Nicky on his hands and knees in mud!” She cackled as everyone scurried off toward the sloping rows of produce.
Nicholas hung back. And Alex, for a brief moment, saw a vulnerability, raw and deep in him. As though he were hurt. As though being the butt of the joke had worn thin. His crown was slipping.
Then Nicholas arched an eyebrow, as though waiting for his comeback. Encouraging one. And it was far too easy to retaliate. As though they were made for the tit and tat. The back and forth.
“Don’t panic,” he said, “I’m used to royals rolling in dirt.”
“Bet they don’t get on their knees for you though.”
Alex snorted. “You’d be surprised.” He cocked his head, eyes roaming up and down the full length of the man in front of him. What was it about Nicholas that goaded him so much? Infuriated him? Made him so hot under the collar he said things without thinking. Like when he ended the conversation with a retaliated, “Farmer has to have patience. And I’m an expert at getting things to grow.”
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About the Author:
Brought up in a relatively small town in Hertfordshire, C F White managed to do what most other residents try to do and fail—leave.
She eventually moved West to East along that vast District Line and settled for pie and mash, cockles and winkles and a bit of Knees Up Mother Brown to live in the East End of London; securing a job and creating a life, a home and a family.
After her second son was born with a rare disability, C F White’s life
changed and brought pen back to paper having written stories as a child but never the confidence to show them to the world. Now, having embarked on this writing journey, she can’t stop. So strap in, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.
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