The Swedish Prince (#Royal Romance 1)

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dead, April. They don’t die, this doesn’t happen. It isn’t happening.

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ou can’t get laid,” Apri

oesn’t shrink at all from my glare.

into the boiling water on the stove and

ered in the very home that we’re all in. I never asked to give up my dreams of a career and a better li

I’m here and I’m doing the best I can every day to

e had many years of ups and downs as all mothers and daughters do.

in a world where if something broke, you either fixed it or waited years for a replacement that wasn’t m

to actually raise a family, especially one of this size with

do something, he’ll do it. And as bright and curious as he is, he’s struggling at school and getting in fights w

roll, the twins are smart, hard-working and diligent. They don’t “match” either–Rosemary is a jock-in-training, Thyme is a goth-in-training. Contrary to w

ar for her is that she’s going to get pregnant at some point, or maybe start doing drugs if she hasn't started already. Maybe som

t our parent’s death threw his last bit of high school out of whack and he pretty much bombed all the classes he needed to ace. He won’t even try again. He now has his sights set on being a ta

u can imagine that everyone here, including me, is still deep in t

T are going on a field trip to the air force base and need a signat

w? Where were those papers last night?” I glance at the clock. I h

” Thyme speaks up

dn’t?” Rosemar

he’s got a mischievous grin on his face. Don

pers from his hands and, oh jeez, I think he just added knuc

handing me a pen. “And

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a dummy, you know what those

then raise my brow at Pike. “Just promise me you wo

a rare smi

e this family has to go off and marry a sugar mama. Or daddy

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ng so many questio

the calendar on the fridge where I make a note

should I?” I ask Pike.