There was more talking, but it was background noise, it was how the ocean sounded to a starfish. As always in response to stress, he was overly polite.
Us, sir? her little brother, Nicholas, asked. I’ll give you something to remember the Baranovs by, you prick. If you leave now, our security team might not blow your head off. Alexandria agreed wholeheartedly…to a point. Get the hell out of here, you traitorous piece of shit, her older brother David ordered. He was reaching for her little brother, actually daring to reach for her brother after the gross assault upon her father. Y-you have to come with me, Prince Nicholas, the monster said. Not s’ fast without y’r pea shooter, eh? she heard someone, Kurt? David? slur. She heard another sound-the flat, smacking sound of metal hitting flesh-but she was too busy looking around, looking around for… (No, hon, that one gives you nightmares.)
There was a sound, some odd sound she should have recognized but did not, and suddenly her father was staring at the two small, feathered darts sticking out of his chest. There was no mistaking the command in that yell she nearly fell to the carpet herself. "Nicky, get down!" Alexandria’s father roared, and her little brother dropped like a rock and rolled away. are about to discover that love conquers attitude every time. In this delightfully madcap sequel to The Royal Treatment, the Baranov family is back and as unpredictable as ever, and a prickly princess and cranky Ph.D. Of course, it involves getting very, very tired beforehand, but if she's up to it, then so is he. And he has an idea to help her get some much-needed sleep. Rivers can see that this fantastic, exasperating woman has problems no princess should ever have to deal with. Which leaves him with one option: to kiss her again. She's not even apologetic about being born into a royal family! Says it's his problem to overcome, not hers. Now here's Miss Royalpants, insisting that he escort her around the marine institute, explain what he's doing, kiss her until her toes curl.no, wait, that was his idea. His boss is taken with the royal redhead-brunette, whatever, it's not like he keeps track of that stuff-and nobody realizes that he just wants to be left alone in his lab. Some princess expects him to wait on her, hand and dimpled foot. Shel ("Never Sheldon") Rivers has a problem. Instead, Alaska is a rough, beautiful country ruled by a famously eccentric royal family, including oldest daughter, Princess Alexandria, whose acid wit and bad case of insomnia have turned her into a tabloid darling, a palace problem, and overall. Oh, and Russia never sold Alaska to the U.S. In a world nearly identical to ours, the North won the Civil War, Ben and JLo got married, and everyone dresses well to attend the Grammys.
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