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281 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published July 29, 2014

“Princess PMS rose to her feet.”✘ Then we have this (aka The Real Winner):
“She didn’t look like a princess. She looked like a college intern for a radio station. Five foot three, strawberry blonde, and a complexion that could sure as hell use work. Plus she was packing the freshman five on her hips, along with the sophomore seven on her thighs and, well, you get the idea.”✘ And finally, we have this (aka The Cherry on the Flammable Crap Cake):
“I'd have loved to be beautiful. To have flawless skin and a nose that didn't look tiny, or eyes that didn't look like my father was part bat. Grimm said that men loved my large brown eyes. I didn't. I wanted blue eyes like Mom and Dad, but you didn't get a say in genetic roulette. If I ever got to go home, I was planning on asking Grimm to change my eyes to be like them. A push-up bra and a firm running regimen were the other components of my beauty treatment.”➽ Quick recap. In the first 10 pages we have:


“Setting up a princess was a whole different matter, thanks to one fundamental law of the universe: Men are stupid.”Bloody fishing hell,

"She didn't look like a princess. She looked like a college intern for a radio station. Five foot three, strawberry blonde, and a complexion that could sure as hell use work. Plus she was packing the freshman five on her hips, along with the sophomore seven on her thighs and, well, you get the idea."



“ . . . what the people on the sidewalk saw—probably convinced themselves it was a homeless man who hadn't shaved, or a rabid dog chasing two women.”