Royal Gone Rogue (Sweet Royal RomCom, #2)

by Emma St. Clair

“Just tell me you didn’t make a spreadsheet.” I say nothing. Because I did not make a spreadsheet. I made two. Callum groans, then covers his eyes and groans even louder. “You can’t choose a wife based on a spreadsheet.” “Ultimately, we didn’t use a spreadsheet,” Claudius says. “I made an algorithm and plugged the information into a rubric.”

Real happily ever afters are messier and involve fights and making up and heartache and happiness all tangled up. They are real. Just not like the books. And you’ll never experience the beautiful parts and the messy parts unless you take a chance.”

Phillip smiles at me, his gaze tender. “You are beautiful in your work apron, beautiful when your hair is damp from the sea, and you are beautiful in this dress. You bring beauty wherever you are because it comes from inside.”

No matter—he’s here, and his warm scent and his strong hands surround me, the thump of his heartbeat like my compass’s true north.