Informationen zum Autor Erin Watt is the brainchild of Jen Frederick and Elle Kennedy, two bestselling authors linked together through their love of great books and an addiction to writing. They share one creative imagination. Their greatest love (after their families and pets, of course)? Coming up with funand sometimes crazyideas. Their greatest fear? Breaking up. Klappentext "Reed Royal has it all--looks, status, money. The girls at his elite prep school line up to date him, the guys want to be him, but Reed never gave a damn about anyone but his family until Ella Harper walked into his life. What started off as burning resentment and the need to make his father's new ward suffer turned into something else entirely-keep Ella close. Keep Ella safe. But when one foolish mistake drives her out of Reed's arms and brings chaos to the Royal household, Reed's entire world begins to fall apart around him. Ella doesn't want him anymore. She says they'll only destroy each other. She might be right. Secrets. Betrayal. Enemies. It's like nothing Reed has ever dealt with before, and if he's going to win back his princess, he'll need to prove himself Royally worthy."-- Leseprobe One REED The house is dark and silent when I let myself in through the mudroom off the kitchen. Nearly ten thousand square feet and no one is here. A grin splits my face. With my brothers scattered, the housekeeper gone, and my dad off who knows where, that means my girl and I have the Royal mansion all to ourselves. Hell yeah. I break into a light jog as I cross the kitchen and climb the back stairs. Hopefully Ella is waiting for me upstairs in her bed, looking all cute and sexy in one of my old T-shirts she's taken to sleeping in. It would be even better if that was all she was wearing . . . I speed up, bypassing my room, Easton's room, and Gid's old room until I'm outside Ella's door, which is disappointingly closed. A quick knock gets me no response. Frowning, I fish my phone out of my back pocket and shoot off a quick text. Where RU, babe She doesn't answer. I tap my phone against my leg. She's probably out with her friend Valerie tonight, which is kind of good, actually, because I could use a shower before I see her. The boys were smoking a shit ton of weed over at Wade's place tonight, and I don't want to stink up Ella's room. New plan. Shower, shave, and then hunt my girl down. I pull off my T-shirt, wad it up in my hand, and shove open my bedroom door without bothering to turn on the light. I kick off my shoes and cross the carpet to my attached bath. I smell her before I see her. What the . . . ? With the sickening scent of roses clinging to my nostrils, I swing toward the bed. "No way," I growl when I make out the shadowy figure on the mattress. As a jolt of annoyance rips up my spine, I march back to the doorway and flick the light switch. Then I instantly regret it, because the pale yellow glow that fills the room reveals the naked curves of a woman I want nothing to do with. "What the hell are you doing here?" I snap at my father's ex-girlfriend. Brooke Davidson offers a coy smile. "I've missed you." My jaw falls open. Is she fucking serious right now? I quickly swing my head out in the hall to make sure Ella's still gone. Then I head straight for the bed. "Get out," I growl, grabbing one of her wrists to pull her off my bed. Shit, now I'm going to have to change the sheets, because if there's anything that stinks worse than old beer and weed, it's Brooke Davidson. "Why? You never complained before." She licks her red lips in a way that I'm sure is supposed to look sexy, but that I find stomach turning. There're a lot of skeletons in my past that Ella doesn't know about. A lot that would make her downright sick. And the woman in front of me is one of them. "I distinct...

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**The TikTok sensation Broken Prince, the second in the #1 New York Times bestselling The Royals series, now in a new special edition with bonus material!

From wharf fights and school brawls to crumbling lives inside glittery mansions, one guy tries to save himself.

These Royals will ruin you…**

Reed Royal has it all—looks, status, money. The girls at his elite prep school line up to date him, the guys want to be him, but Reed never gave a damn about anyone but his family until Ella Harper walked into his life.

What started off as burning resentment and the need to make his father’s new ward suffer turned into something else entirely—keep Ella close. Keep Ella safe. But when one foolish mistake drives her out of Reed’s arms and brings chaos to the Royal household, Reed’s entire world begins to fall apart around him.

Ella doesn’t want him anymore. She says they’ll only destroy each other.

She might be right.

Secrets. Betrayal. Enemies. It’s like nothing Reed has ever dealt with before, and if he’s going to win back his princess, he’ll need to prove himself Royally worthy.

Leseprobe
One

REED

The house is dark and silent when I let myself in through the mudroom off the kitchen. Nearly ten thousand square feet and no one is here. A grin splits my face. With my brothers scattered, the housekeeper gone, and my dad off who knows where, that means my girl and I have the Royal mansion all to ourselves.

Hell yeah.

I break into a light jog as I cross the kitchen and climb the back stairs. Hopefully Ella is waiting for me upstairs in her bed, looking all cute and sexy in one of my old T-shirts she's taken to sleeping in. It would be even better if that was all she was wearing . . . I speed up, bypassing my room, Easton's room, and Gid's old room until I'm outside Ella's door, which is disappointingly closed. A quick knock gets me no response. Frowning, I fish my phone out of my back pocket and shoot off a quick text.

Where RU, babe

She doesn't answer. I tap my phone against my leg. She's probably out with her friend Valerie tonight, which is kind of good, actually, because I could use a shower before I see her. The boys were smoking a shit ton of weed over at Wade's place tonight, and I don't want to stink up Ella's room.

New plan. Shower, shave, and then hunt my girl down. I pull off my T-shirt, wad it up in my hand, and shove open my bedroom door without bothering to turn on the light. I kick off my shoes and cross the carpet to my attached bath.

I smell her before I see her.

What the . . . ?

With the sickening scent of roses clinging to my nostrils, I swing toward the bed. "No way," I growl when I make out the shadowy figure on the mattress.

As a jolt of annoyance rips up my spine, I march back to the doorway and flick the light switch. Then I instantly regret it, because the pale yellow glow that fills the room reveals the naked curves of a woman I want nothing to do with.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I snap at my father's ex-girlfriend.

Brooke Davidson offers a coy smile. "I've missed you."

My jaw falls open. Is she fucking serious right now? I quickly swing my head out in the hall to make sure Ella's still gone. Then I head straight for the bed.

"Get out," I growl, grabbing one of her wrists to pull her off my bed. Shit, now I'm going to have to change the sheets, because if there's anything that stinks worse than old beer and weed, it's Brooke Davidson.

"Why? You never complained before." She licks her red lips in a way that I'm sure is supposed to look sexy, but that I find stomach turning. There're a lot of skeletons in my past that Ella doesn't know about. A lot that would make her downright sick. And the woman in front of me is one of them.

"I distinctly remember telling you that I never wanted to touch your skank ass again."

Brooke's smug smile turns thin. "And I told you not to talk to me like that."

"I'll talk to you however I want," I spit ou…