Royally Screwed (Royally #1) By: Emma Chase

Royally Screwed

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Ratings : 4 stars

Pages: 276 pages

Story format: Dual POVs

Published date: 18th Oct 2016

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It was fun light and royal read! The things I want in a book — total drama and media gossip… This book has it all.
Royal Prince Nicholas Arthur Frederick Edward (yes that’s the name of his royal highness) was send to New York to find his younger brother Henry by his grandmother, queen Lenora. Due to tight situation in their country, Wessco,  Nicholas is supposed to get married after summer to carry on the name and heir to the royals.

I was known before I was born and my name will be blazoned in history long after I’m dust in the ground. Infamy is temporary, celebrity is fleeting, but royalty…royalty is forever.

But when sweet and responsible Olivia, throws him pie, he is quite intrigue by her as she has no idea who he is.

Their first talk was quite hilarious as Nicholas is arrogant and crude to her.

“Ten thousand dollars.”

I turn around, head tilting.

He clarifies. “Spend the night with me and I’ll pay you ten thousand dollars.”

“To do what?” I laugh, because he’s joking, right?

“The bed is empty and large. Let’s start there and see what happens.”

I glance from him to Simon—to the two guys by the door. “Is this a joke?”

He takes another swig from his flask. “I never joke about money or sex.”

“You want to pay me ten thousand dollars to have sex with you?”

“More than once and in a dozen, different positions. I could” —he makes air quotes— “‘woo’ you, but that takes time.” He taps his watch. A Rolex, diamonds and platinum—easily $130,000. “And I’m pathetically short on time these days.”

I snort, getting over the shock. “I’m not sleeping with you for money.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not a prostitute.”

“Of course you’re not. But you’re young and beautiful, I’m handsome and rich. The more applicable question is why aren’t we fucking already?”

That is a strong argument. Wait—no—no, it’s not. It’s a bad argument. A bad, dirty, wild—crap!

Nicholas seems to enjoy watching me think it over.

And, God, do I think about it. I’ll be thinking about it on repeat down to the smallest—and most well-hung—detail after they’re gone. But fantasies aside, I’m just not the kind of girl to go for something like this in real life.

“No.”

But whirlwind of small talks and flirty conversation, their attractive increases.

Olivia knows about the limited time for their fling but still she is ready to go to Wessco with Nicholas and try the royal living for the rest of the summer.

Nicholas would do anything to keep Olivia but he is not ready to give up his thorn for her. The first time when Nicholas asked Olivia to stay forever, I was like what dude?! You are getting married and you want your love to be your mistress. Not cool man. But that thought of mine was pick up by Queen Lenora later on.

“You thought you could postpone the wedding for a time—and perhaps you could have. But the fact remains, the day will come when you will be a husband and a father. You will be a king. And what will Olivia be then?”

“Mine,” I growl. “She’ll be mine.”

“The word ‘mistress’ doesn’t carry the same weight it once did, but it is still not a pretty thing to be, Nicholas. And there are no secrets, not in this world, not anymore. You will have a purpose to fulfil, a destiny. You will have the admiration and devotion of a country. And Olivia…will have its scorn. Possibly the derision of the whole world. You’ve seen it play out—time and again. The nannies who take up with their married movie-star employers, the young interns ensnared by powerful men. It’s never the man who is shamed and ruined. It’s always the woman—the other woman—who gets burned at the stake.”

The royals are not what it seems like. There are secrets and everyone is about to expose each other for the sake of royalty. There are people who would kill their own family members if it means to get the crown. Will after these Olivia will able to stay and if she is what about the royal wedding?

 

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