Royally Screwed (Royally, #1)

by Emma Chase

Infamy is temporary, celebrity is fleeting, but royalty…royalty is forever.

Every stereotype starts somewhere, with some vague but lingering grain of truth.

Sometimes I think I’m schizophrenic. Dissociative. Possibly a split personality. It wouldn’t be unheard of. All sorts of disorders show up in ancient family trees—hemophiliacs, insomniacs, lunatics…gingers. Guess I should feel lucky not to be any of those.

I almost never say what I really think. Sometimes I’m so full of shit my eyes could turn brown. And, it might be for the best.

Choosing between dull and dishonest is like being asked whether you want to be shot or stabbed.

“You have a baby sister.” He has three, actually—triplets—Bibbidy, Bobbidy, and Boo. Marty’s mom was still flying high when she filled out the birth certificates,