Broken Prince (The Royals #2)

by Erin Watt

Whatever girl takes on Easton is going to have to hold a whip in one hand and a pistol in the other.

“And I thought, I’ll just keep after him. Eventually I’ll wear him down, convince him that we’re a beautiful fairy tale. But we’re not. We’re nothing. We’re smoke—insubstantial and meaningless.” She flicks her fingers against each other in a soundless snap. “We aren’t even a tragedy. We’re less than nothing.”

“I don’t mean this to sound bad about your dad, but Steve had all the women he wanted in the world and none of that made him happy. I don’t need to sleep around to know what I want.”

“You know things,” he croaks out. Val nods. “I do.” Wade instantly falls on one knee. “Oh, dear maiden. Please allow me to insert my member into your cavern of pleasure and take you to heights only the immortals have known.” Val stands and picks up her tray. “If that’s your idea of dirty talk, you’ve got a lot to learn. Come with me.” She walks off. Wade turns to me and silently mouths, Dirty talk, with childish glee.

Let’s go find someone for you, though. I’ll be your spirit guide through the rocky shores of high school hookups.” “I lay my tender body into your hands.” Easton slings his arm around Val’s shoulders. “You two have to fend for yourself,” he calls back.

“Watching you make a fire is weirdly sexy,” she comments as I sort through the dry wood for the best pieces. I twist around to grin at her. “Handy dudes are like porn for chicks. You like that I can do things.” “If I was a cavewoman, I’d definitely drag you back to my lair,” she agrees. “Is that how it worked back then? The men would create fire and then the women would come along and bonk the guy with the best twig from the pile and have her way with him?” “Yup, but we let the men write the stories because their fragile egos needed the boost.”