The Royals Next Door by Karina Halle (English) Paperback Book

Description: The Royals Next Door by Karina Halle "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."--Publishers description. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description One of PopSugars 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 shes happy with how things are--really--until British royals rent the property next to hers and their brooding bodyguard decides shes a security threat. Piper quickly realizes that one persons fairy tale is an ordinary womans 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 Harrisons no-nonsense exterior lies a soft heart, one that could tempt a woman whos 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 shell need more than Harrisons strong arms to shield her--shell have to do a little rescuing herself. With careers, hearts, and friendships on the line, Piper and Harrison will have to decide what theyre willing to give up for a chance at their own happily ever after. Author Biography Karina Halle is a screenwriter, former music and travel journalist, and the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of more than sixty novels all across the romance genre. She lives with her musician husband and their adopted pit bull on an island off the coast of British Columbia, where the trees are tall, the ocean is wild, and the ideas for her future books never stop flowing. Review "Karina Halle always charms."—Christina Lauren, New York Times bestselling author"Prepare to fall hard for The Royals Next Door."—PopSugar"A romantic delight!"—Womans World"A romance brimming with tension and fun, while putting mental health and trauma recovery at its center."—Library Journal Review Quote "Karina Halle always charms."--Christina Lauren, New York Times bestselling author "A romance brimming with tension and fun, while putting mental health and trauma recovery at its center."-- Library Journal Excerpt from Book One Nicky GrAVes just threw up in my handbag. Its my fault, really. I knew he was sick, even though he tried to muster up some eight-year-old bravado and pretend he wasnt. I know that when I was his age, if my forehead felt remotely hot, Id be in the nurses office all day, waiting for my mom to come and get me. Any excuse to miss school. But Nicky loves school (and since Im his second-grade teacher, I should be honored by this), so he pretended he was fine until he wasnt. 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 pigs love for butter, when Nickys 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. "Im 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 its fitting that in the end its just a pile of vomit, which is exactly what our relationship turned out to be. Metaphors 101. "Its 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 "Im 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 Im 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 nurses office and his mother to come get him, and calm down the class. It isnt until the bell rings that I have time to deal with the purse of puke. Im staring at it, wondering if I should call it a wash and just throw it all away, when theres a knock at the door. Its 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 havent touched. "Well, Im 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. "Im sorry. Its not funny." "Dont worry, if it had happened to you, Id be laughing too." Cynthia is one of the few teachers here that Id consider a friend. Not that Im a hard person to get along with-people pleasing is something thats been ingrained in me since I was a child-but there arent that many people who "get" me, especially where I live, especially in the school system. Theres a very rigid set of rules and hierarchy at SSI Elementary, and Im still treated like a newcomer, even though Ive 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 youre considered a "real islander." Ive made it to five, and I havent managed to get close to anyone. People seem to think Ill eventually go back out with the tide. "I think youre 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 doesnt 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 bank card and credit card seem untouched by the contents of Nickys stomach. Unfortunately, those are the only things saved. "Shit." I slap the cards on my desk and give Cynthia a tired look. "Feel like doing me a favor?" "Hell no," she says, shaking her head adamantly. Cynthia is a pretty tough cookie, emigrated here from the Philippines by herself when she was twenty, went through an awful divorce, and is now raising her ten-year-old daughter by herself. "That bag and everything in it is a lost cause. You can always get another drivers license. And makeup. And books. And Tic Tacs." Shes right. I glance at the clock. Its just past three, which means theres plenty of time to get to the insurance place and get a new drivers license. Luckily our school is right in the middle of our tiny town and close to everything. "I guess Ill go do that now before I forget. Do we have a toxic waste receptacle here?" I eye the purse. Cynthia gives me a look like Im crazy. "You want to try to get your license now? Have you even stepped outside today?" I shake my head. During recess and lunch hour I stayed at my desk and read my book, preparing for the podcast Im doing tonight. Id already read it, but I wanted to skim through it to beef up my talking points in the review. "Why, whats happening?" This island is small, and nothing much ever happens here. Perhaps theres some hippie protest about a cell phone tower or something. Cynthias eyes go wide, and she gets this excited, knowing look upon her face. "You havent heard?" I stare at her blankly and cross my arms. Obviously not. "What?" "You know Prince Edward and MRed?" Do I know Prince Edward and MRed, aka Monica Red, aka Monica, Duchess of Fairfax? "Cynthia, I live on a rock, not under a rock." "Well apparently you live under one too. Theyre here! Like, today. Now. And looking for real estate. The whole island has been losing their mind over it. Paparazzi have been arriving in float planes all morning, the ferries are full of looky-loos or however you call it. The town is at a standstill." My tired brain can hardly comprehend any of this. You see, Prince Edward, the younger, stoic son of Queen Beatrix and her husband, Prince Albert, recently married a Grammy-winning singer named MRed, and the press has been up in arms about it. Not only is Monica Black, but shes American and she had a successful career, which may have included a lot of risquZ songs, scantily clad videos, performances gone viral, etc. In other words, the UK media has been absolutely brutal to the both of them, showing their racism and slut-shaming sides at every turn. I mean, Im by no means a royal fanatic, but Ive been keeping up with it (they dominate the news everywhere), and I dont see the media ever attacking Eddies older brother, Prince Daniel, who remains a womanizing bachelor. At any rate, it was reported everywhere that Monica and Eddie were leaving the UK for a yearlong break for undisclosed reasons. A sabbatical of sorts. Some people thought theyd go to Seattle, to be near her parents. Others thought the ski resort town of Whistler, where the royal family spent winter vacations when Eddie and Daniel were young. Others yet thought India, where the couple often did charity work. Never in a million years did I think they would pick this island in British Columbia, Canada, a small yet eccentric haven between Vancouver Island and the mainland. Honestly, I still cant believe it. None of this seems right. "Are you sure?" I ask Cynthia. "Maybe its just an actor or something." Our island is known for being the perfect hermits hideaway (and I can attest to that-if I didnt have to work, I think Id rarely leave the house). There are lots of known authors who toil away in their writing studios, and ex-musicians who sometimes play the local pub, and everyone from Barbra Streisand to Raffi has had a summer home here at some point. "No, its Eddie and Monica," Cynthia says adamantly. "Dont believe me? Just walk to town and youll be swallowed up by the frenzy." She sounds breathless when she says "frenzy," and theres a feverish sheen to her eyes. Something tells me that Cynthia is absolutely loving this. Our quiet little town turned into a paparazzi-driven chaos? That sounds awful to me. I cant even handle the crowds when summer holidays hit, and thats two weeks from now. "Okay. I guess Ill just go home and hope I dont run into any cops." "Nah, theyre all out trying to contain the madness." She says this gleefully, tapping her fingertips together like Mr. Burns from The Simpsons. We say goodbye, and I pick up the puke purse and take it down to the nurses office, where Judy is still tidying up (school nurse by day, restaurant server who never gets my order right at the Sitka Spruce Restaurant by night). She doesnt even bat an eyeball at it and says shell dispose of it for me, like shes getting rid of a dead body. At this point, thats what it kind of feels like, and I get out of there before she changes her mind. The school after three p.m. is probably my favorite place to be. There are usually a few students straggling about, killing time and waiting to be picked up, but today is warm, sunny, and dry (opposed to the usual cold, gloomy, and wet), so any kids who are left are outside. Its just me in the halls, enjoying being out of the house and away from an Details ISBN0593334191 Author Karina Halle Language English Year 2021 ISBN-10 0593334191 ISBN-13 9780593334195 Format Paperback Publication Date 2021-08-31 Pages 368 Country of Publication United States US Release Date 2021-08-31 UK Release Date 2021-08-31 Place of Publication New York Illustrator Gladys Jose Birth 1927 Affiliation Clark University Position journalist Qualifications J.D. Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Imprint Berkley Publishing Corporation,U.S. DEWEY 813.6 Audience General NZ Release Date 2021-11-15 AU Release Date 2021-11-15 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. 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