Royally Screwed (Royally, #1)

by Emma Chase

But I’m a New Yorker, born and raised. So there’s only one appropriate reaction. “Fuck you!” I shout at the top of my lungs, lifting both hands above my head, middle fingers raised loud and proud.

“What’s the specialty here?” “Our pies.” “Pies?” I tap my pencil against my pad. “I make them myself. Best in the city.” The dark-haired one hums. “Tell me more about your magnificent pie. Is it delicious?” “Yes.” “Juicy?” I roll my eyes. “Save it.” “What do you mean?” “I mean, you can save the pie innuendos.”

“Oh my God, you’re Prince Henry.” “I am, pet. But the more important question is, who are you?” “I’m Ellie.” My brother smiles salaciously. “Hel-lo, Ellie.” “She’s a minor,” I tell him. And the smile drops. He pats her head. “Good-bye, Ellie.”

“So…what’s new?” And I smack him. Open-palmed and so hard the sound bounces off the walls. He reaches for the spot I’d struck. “Fuck! What the hell you’d do that for?” He jabs me with his elbow. I punch him in the ear. And the next thing I know we’re rolling on the floor, cursing and pummeling each other. “Spoiled little fucker!” “Miserable bastard!” At some point during the scuffle, Logan pops his head in. “Never mind.” Then he backs out and closes the door.