The Royals Next Door
(Sprache: Englisch)
One of PopSugar's Top Summer Reads of 2021!
An ordinary summer goes royally awry when a prince and princess move next door, bringing their handsome bodyguard with them, from New York Times bestselling author Karina Halle.
Piper Evans:...
An ordinary summer goes royally awry when a prince and princess move next door, bringing their handsome bodyguard with them, from New York Times bestselling author Karina Halle.
Piper Evans:...
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One of PopSugar's Top Summer Reads of 2021!An ordinary summer goes royally awry when a prince and princess move next door, bringing their handsome bodyguard with them, from New York Times bestselling author Karina Halle.
Piper Evans: elementary school teacher by day--avid romance reader and anonymous podcaster by night. She has a quiet, reclusive life, taking care of her mother, who lives with mental illness, avoiding her regrettable ex, who bartends in town, and trying to make inroads in the tight-knit island community that still sees her, five years in, as an outsider.
And she's happy with how things are--really--until British royals rent the property next to hers and their brooding bodyguard decides she's a security threat. Piper quickly realizes that one person's fairy tale is an ordinary woman's nightmare as a media frenzy takes over the island and each run-in with Harrison Cole is hotter and more confusing than the last. But beneath Harrison's no-nonsense exterior lies a soft heart, one that could tempt a woman who's sworn off attachments into believing in white knights.
But when Piper finds herself smack in the middle of a royal scandal that rocks the island she'll need more than Harrison's strong arms to shield her--she'll have to do a little rescuing herself. With careers, hearts, and friendships on the line, Piper and Harrison will have to decide what they're willing to give up for a chance at their own happily ever after.
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OneNicky GrAVes just threw up in my handbag.
It's my fault, really. I knew he was sick, even though he tried to muster up some eight-year-old bravado and pretend he wasn't. I know that when I was his age, if my forehead felt remotely hot, I'd be in the nurse's office all day, waiting for my mom to come and get me. Any excuse to miss school.
But Nicky loves school (and since I'm his second-grade teacher, I should be honored by this), so he pretended he was fine until he wasn't.
I saw it happen in slow motion too. I was reading to the class from one of their favorite series, Mercy Watson, talking about the pig's love for butter, when Nicky's face went a wicked shade of green. His hand shot up to his mouth, and before I could do anything, he was running to the trash can beside my desk. Which would have been great had I not left my purse beside the trash and had Nicky possessed a LeBron James style of pinpoint accuracy.
"I'm sorry, Miss Evans!" Nicky wails, standing beside what used to be a nice leather bag I picked up in Mexico years ago when I was on vacation with my ex, Joey. I suppose it's fitting that in the end it's just a pile of vomit, which is exactly what our relationship turned out to be. Metaphors 101.
"It's okay, Nicky," I tell him, trying to sound calm even though I can feel the class descending into panic as cries of "Ewwww!" and "Nicky puked! Sicky Nicky!" and "I'm gonna barf!" fill the room.
I practically throw the book down and run over to him, trying to hold it together myself. This is not my favorite part of the job, and I'm probably the only elementary school teacher who still gets easily grossed out. I grab an entire box of tissues and somehow manage to get Nicky cleaned up, call the nurse's office and his mother to come get him, and calm down the
... mehr
class.
It isn't until the bell rings that I have time to deal with the purse of puke.
I'm staring at it, wondering if I should call it a wash and just throw it all away, when there's a knock at the door. It's the first-grade teacher, Cynthia Bautista, poking her head in, sympathy all over her face. Maybe a tinge of disgust.
"You okay? I heard you had a sickie today."
I gesture to the bag, which I still haven't touched. "Well, I'm in the market for a new purse."
She walks in and eyes it, flinching. "Oh. Fuck me." Then she covers her mouth and bursts out laughing. "I'm sorry. It's not funny."
"Don't worry, if it had happened to you, I'd be laughing too." Cynthia is one of the few teachers here that I'd consider a friend. Not that I'm a hard person to get along with-people pleasing is something that's been ingrained in me since I was a child-but there aren't that many people who "get" me, especially where I live, especially in the school system. There's a very rigid set of rules and hierarchy at SSI Elementary, and I'm still treated like a newcomer, even though I've worked here and lived here long enough. They say that most people who move to Salt Spring Island only last a few years, and if you make it to five, then you're considered a "real islander." I've made it to five, and I haven't managed to get close to anyone. People seem to think I'll eventually go back out with the tide.
"I think you're going to have to throw it away," Cynthia says, her nose scrunched up. "Anything valuable in there?"
I sigh, nodding. "My wallet. Some makeup. A book. Tic Tacs."
My antianxiety medication, I finish in my head. But she doesn't need to know that.
Then I remember. "Oh wait. Maybe . . ." I crouch down and gingerly poke at the outside pocket where I remember sliding my bank cards this morning after getting my morning coffee at Salty Seas Coffee & Goods. My
It isn't until the bell rings that I have time to deal with the purse of puke.
I'm staring at it, wondering if I should call it a wash and just throw it all away, when there's a knock at the door. It's the first-grade teacher, Cynthia Bautista, poking her head in, sympathy all over her face. Maybe a tinge of disgust.
"You okay? I heard you had a sickie today."
I gesture to the bag, which I still haven't touched. "Well, I'm in the market for a new purse."
She walks in and eyes it, flinching. "Oh. Fuck me." Then she covers her mouth and bursts out laughing. "I'm sorry. It's not funny."
"Don't worry, if it had happened to you, I'd be laughing too." Cynthia is one of the few teachers here that I'd consider a friend. Not that I'm a hard person to get along with-people pleasing is something that's been ingrained in me since I was a child-but there aren't that many people who "get" me, especially where I live, especially in the school system. There's a very rigid set of rules and hierarchy at SSI Elementary, and I'm still treated like a newcomer, even though I've worked here and lived here long enough. They say that most people who move to Salt Spring Island only last a few years, and if you make it to five, then you're considered a "real islander." I've made it to five, and I haven't managed to get close to anyone. People seem to think I'll eventually go back out with the tide.
"I think you're going to have to throw it away," Cynthia says, her nose scrunched up. "Anything valuable in there?"
I sigh, nodding. "My wallet. Some makeup. A book. Tic Tacs."
My antianxiety medication, I finish in my head. But she doesn't need to know that.
Then I remember. "Oh wait. Maybe . . ." I crouch down and gingerly poke at the outside pocket where I remember sliding my bank cards this morning after getting my morning coffee at Salty Seas Coffee & Goods. My
... weniger
Autoren-Porträt von Karina Halle
Karina Halle is a screenwriter, a former music & travel journalist, and the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, & USA Today bestselling author of River of Shadows, The Royals Next Door, and Black Sunshine, as well as 80 other wild and romantic reads, ranging from light & sexy rom coms to horror/paranormal romance and dark fantasy. Needless to say, whatever genre you're into, she's probably written a romance for it. When she's not traveling, she and her husband split their time between a possibly haunted 120-year-old house in Victoria, BC, and their condo in sunny Los Angeles.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Karina Halle
- 2021, 368 Seiten, Maße: 13,7 x 20,7 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Berkley
- ISBN-10: 0593334191
- ISBN-13: 9780593334195
- Erscheinungsdatum: 06.09.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Karina Halle always charms. Christina Lauren, New York Times bestselling author"Prepare to fall hard for The Royals Next Door." PopSugar
"A romantic delight!" Woman's World
"A romance brimming with tension and fun, while putting mental health and trauma recovery at its center." Library Journal
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