Kenrick Royce. Say it with me, darling.
I could not have chosen a more fitting moniker for myself if I tried. It means ROYALTY, and that’s what I am: effing royalty. And don’t you forget it.
As the soon-to-be king of my castle, I’m used to getting whatever I desire. All I’ve ever had to do is flash my panty-dropping accent, famous last name or hard washboard abs, and I can get any fair maiden in the land waiting on me hand, foot… and mouth.
Now that Addie has moved into the palace, I have to change my whole game. She doesn’t think that I’m “good” enough for her – can you believe that?!
I am the future king, after all, and I won’t stop until she’s in my bed, under my rule…
Please call me Addie.
My full name is Adelaide, but that’s much too fancy for a commoner like me. And a commoner is what I would like to stay.
I never wanted to be a princess… one of “those” people who feel entitled to everything through their birthright, like that royal S.O.B., Kenrick. God, he’s soo full of himself!
And he expects me to be impressed.
Well, I’m not. I don’t care if he’s a prince. A man who can buy me anything I desire. He’s only looking for a good time… He’ll give me a mind-blowing you-know-what, but never his heart.
At least, that’s what I thought…
Royal S.O.B. is a stand-alone, 60,000+ word bad boy romance with a HEA and ZERO cliffhangers.