Paper Princess

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 "Paper princess was originally self-published, in a different form, in 2016"--Title page verso. Leseprobe One "Ella, you're wanted in the principal's office," Ms. Weir says before I can step inside her precalculus classroom. I check my watch. "I'm not even late." It's one minute before nine and this watch is never wrong. It's probably the most expensive item I own. My mom said that it was my dad's. Besides his sperm, it's the only thing he left behind. "No, it's not about tardiness . . . this time." Her normally flinty gaze is soft around the edges, and my gut relays a warning to my sluggish morning brain. Ms. Weir is a hard-ass, which is why I like her. She treats her students like we're here to learn actual math instead of some life lesson on loving your neighbor and crap like that. So for her to be giving me sympathetic looks means something bad is cooking down at the principal's office. "Fine." It's not like I can give any other response. I offer a nod and redirect myself to the school office. "I'll email you the course assignment," Ms. Weir calls after me. I guess she thinks I won't be returning to class, but there isn't anything Principal Thompson could throw at me that's worse than what I've faced before. Before enrolling in George Washington High School for my junior year, I'd already lost everything of importance. Even if Mr. Thompson has somehow figured out I'm not technically living in the GW school district, I can lie to stall for time. And if I have to transfer, which is the worst thing that could happen to me today, then no big deal. I'll do it. "How's it going, Darlene?" The mom-haired school secretary barely looks up from her People magazine. "Take a seat, Ella. Mr. Thompson will be right with you." Yep, we're on a first-name basis, me and Darlene. One month at GW High, and I've already spent way too much time in this office, thanks to my ever-growing stack of late slips. But that's what happens when you work nights and don't see the smooth side of the sheets until three a.m. every morning. I crane my neck to peek through the open blinds of Mr. Thompson's office. Someone's sitting in the visitor's chair, but all I can make out is a hard jaw and dark brown hair. Total opposite of me. I'm as blond and blue-eyed as they come. Courtesy of my sperm donor, according to Mom. Thompson's visitor reminds me of the out-of-town businessmen who would tip my mom mega bucks for her to pretend to be their girlfriend for the night. Some guys got off on that even more than actual sex. This is per my mom, of course. I haven't had to go down that path . . . yet. And I hope I never have to, which is why I need my high school diploma, so I can go to college, get a degree, and be normal. Some kids dream of traveling the world, owning fast cars, big houses. Me? I want my own apartment, a fridge full of food, and a steady paying job, preferably one that's as exciting as watching paste dry. The two men talk and talk and talk. Fifteen minutes pass and they're still shooting the shit. "Hey, Darlene? I'm missing precalc right now. Okay for me to come back when Mr. Thompson isn't busy?" I try to state it as nicely as possible, but years of having no real adult presence in my life-my flighty, lovely mom doesn't count-makes it hard for me to summon up the necessary submissiveness adults prefer from anyone who isn't allowed to legally drink. "No, Ella. Mr. Thompson will be right out." This time she's right,...

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From strip clubs and truck stops to southern coast mansions and prep schools, one girl tries to stay true to herself.

These Royals will ruin you…

Ella Harper is a survivor—a pragmatic optimist. She’s spent her whole life moving from town to town with her flighty mother, struggling to make ends meet and believing that someday she’ll climb out of the gutter. After her mother’s death, Ella is truly alone.
 
That is until Callum Royal appears, plucking Ella out of poverty and tossing her into his posh mansion among his five sons who all hate her. Each Royal is more magnetic than the last, but none is as captivating as Reed Royal, the boy who is determined to send her back to the slums she came from.
 
Reed doesn’t want her. He says she doesn’t belong with the Royals.
 
He might be right.
 
Wealth. Excess. Deception. It’s like nothing Ella has ever experienced, and if she’s going to survive her time in the Royal palace, she’ll need to learn to issue her own Royal decrees.