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336 pages, Paperback
First published April 30, 2014
He turned to her, leaned down, and kissed her, his kisses sending her over the moon. They lay entwined on the lounge chair making out. Becca lost herself in the perfect world where a handsome prince sweeps an average American girl off her feet.DNF at 58%, right after the main character says "I love you" to a guy she's known all of a week because I can't take the amount of incomprehensible stupidity in this book.
“Ten days of this. Shoot me now. Everything here is a gabillion years old. The palace of this, the castle of that. Seriously?”Becca is having the worst fucking summer ever. EVER. Her wealthy technology CEO dad is dragging the entire family to Europe. EUROPE! Fuck that shit. They have to spend like, a month, traveling down central Europe on a luxury riverboat cruise.



All she wanted was something familiar, like an icy cold, American Diet Pepsi, french fries, and music that wasn’t three hundred years old. She checked out the streets jutting off the square and chose the street where she saw the McDonald’s.Old palaces. Walking tours. Learning about history.
She leaned back in her seat, quickly bored again, and wishing she were home. Other than the couple of moments of eye candy, Becca hated Europe.Spending time with her family. Why does life suck so bad? I mean, fuck, her stepmother actually WANTS them to be like a family and bond. What kind of stepmom does that anyway?!
The demands of the monarchy—and his parents—threatened to suffocate the life right out of him. As each day passed, he lost more of himself.;____________;
“I guess the thing that makes it so difficult is my lack of choices. There is very little I get to decide for myself. My parents have picked my schools, my activities, who I associate with. They and their advisors decide who I sit next to at formal events, who I speak to at a grand opening, who I take photos with at fund-raisers, what charities I must support, even what horse I’ll ride.”Not to mention the fact that his family is wealthy because they take all the taxpayer's money, so that Nikolai will be wealthy for the rest of his life without ever having to work.

He was far more interested in saving the planet from pollution than plotting invasions in war-torn countries.So it's not like he can have make a cause out of saving the environment and going green or anything, I mean, what kind of Crown Prince becomes an environmentalist?!


Other royal families, like in England, they don’t have to go into the military, do they?”*slow clap* Way to go, Nikolai. Yes. Go after your dreams.
“The direct heirs to the throne have all served.” He frowned.
“So what are you going to do?”
“Run away.”
"I barely passed high school Spanish.”This is the story of how an idiot prince falls in love with an "refreshingly idiotic" commoner.
Something about this beautiful American girl kept him from thinking about anything else. It didn’t make sense. Becca was ignorant of the historic cities she toured. Her sense of direction was so bad she could probably lose her own shadow, and her quirky sense of humor made him constantly want to kiss her.Becca:
“The kids in Europe must hate history class. These countries go back so freakin’ far. At least the U.S. is barely two hundred years old.”Becca would give Anna-oui-is-spelled-wee a run for her money in the brains department. She is a newly graduated senior, who will be going to Northwestern in the fall. I can only surmise that her admittance is thanks to her dad's money and legacy. Because Becca is a motherfucking moron.
“But you’re not even from here! I don’t know how you can remember the history of other countries. I can’t tell you a thing about Canada other than they play a lot of hockey there. History is my worst subject. I barely pulled off a B last semester.”She is the epitome of the Ugly, Stupid American abroad, and is the kind of American tourist that makes Europeans hate American tourists. She refuses to adapt. She constantly seeks out McDonalds instead of local cuisine (and come on, it's fucking Europe. It's not like the food there is anything like the comparative strangeness of, say, African or Asian foods).
"Think about it. I’m an American girl in a foreign country, who took off with a guy I’ve known for barely two minutes. For all I know, you’ve kidnapped me and are going to sell me into slavery.”It really sucks that Nikolai is a crown prince, but it's ok. He's got an alternative career...Ok, he can't really DO anything at all.
“For starters, I don’t have too many skills other than shaking hands, playing polo, and fencing.”But he's wrong! Nikolai has a career...in stalking girls!
Becca set down the remote and rubbed her face. When she looked up, she saw a tall, imposing figure lurking on the other side of her balcony railing.OH, HE'S HANGING ONTO THE OUTSIDE OF A MOVING RIVERBOAT IN THE DARK BECAUSE HE FOLLOWED HER. THAT'S NOT CREEPY AT ALL.
Becca screamed and scrambled back into the corner of her bed.
“Becca, it’s me, Nikolai,” he called out, hoping he didn’t fall into the Danube as he clung to the outside of the moving boat.
“If you do become king, you could never hang out with me.”But still, it's just SO REFRESHING TO FIND SOMEONE WHO LOVES HIM FOR HIM. Someone so NORMAL. Like *sigh* Becca.
“Nope. Not unless you were my queen.” He smirked.
Being the Prince of Mondovia allowed him access to a lot of pretty girls, most of whom wanted to kiss a prince. But none drove him crazy like Becca.ME HATE THIS BOOK. ME SMASH. ME LOST 50 IQ POINTS. ME VOCABULARY DEAD. AAAAAAAAAAARG.
Apparently it was a loop around the center of Vienna, but all Becca knew was that the tour guide droned on endlessly about long dead musicians, old buildings, and more history than anyone should ever have to hear. From what Becca could gather, some family named Habsburg seemed to be tied to everything. It's not like she'd ever need to know any of this stuff. She needed fresh air, trees, and grass. - ARC of Royally Lost by Angie Stanton
"The kids in Europe must hate history class. These countries go back so freakin' far. At least the U.S. is barely two hundred years old." - ARC of Royally Lost by Angie Stanton
As she stood alone among the bustling crowd, all she wanted was something familiar, like an icy cold American Diet Pepsi, french fries, and music that wasn't three hundred years old. She checked out the streets jutting off the square and chose the street where she saw the McDonald's. - ARC of Royally Lost by Angie Stanton

"Look at all those dishes," Becca said as they entered a room with floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with dishes, pulling his attention back to the present. "No one needs that many plates, and why did they save them? Because honestly, who cares about three-hundred-year-old plates?"
"Becca, you have a gift for stating the obvious. Let's get out of here." He led her past the remaining rooms and directly to the exit.
She sighed. "Thank you. I know history is important, but jeesh. Live for today, people! I can't believe I have another week of this stuff." - ARC of Royally Lost by Angie Stanton

Other than the couple of moments of eye candy, Becca hated Europe. - ARC of Royally Lost by Angie Stanton
Becca couldn't believe her luck. Maybe she was supposed to come to Europe to find a decent guy. - ARC of Royally Lost by Angie Stanton
She had started out this trip hating Europe. But then she met the most amazing guy on the planet. - ARC of Royally Lost by Angie Stanton

"No. I'm not following you." Nikolai laughed. But he might like to. She seemed nice and was certainly beautiful. - ARC of Royally Lost by Angie Stanton
"You're different from any other girl I've met." - ARC of Royally Lost by Angie Stanton
"I love the idea of chasing you around Europe, but at some point I need to figure out how to get my life under control, before I create an international incident."
Didn't he want to keep seeing her? She thought he liked her as much as she liked him. Maybe she was wrong. - ARC of Royally Lost by Angie Stanton
He played with a lock of her hair. "If there's one thing I can say about you, it's that you're an eternal optimist."
She shrugged. "I can't help it. It's the only way I know how to get through the bad stuff." - ARC of Royally Lost by Angie Stanton
"I can't imagine tomorrow without you. I never knew I could fall for someone so fast." - ARC of Royally Lost by Angie Stanton
"I thought I was running away, but it turns out I was running to you. Becca, you've made my life worth living again and now I have to leave you. This is killing me. I've never felt this way about anyone before. Ever." - ARC of Royally Lost by Angie Stanton

"Right about now they are probably downing their second glass of chardonnay with lunch. After that they're going to some summer home or fourth residence of the eighteenth King of 'I Couldn't Care Less,' and then a classical concert designed to put even the most caffeinated history fanatics to sleep."
Nikolai laughed. "And they left you to fend for yourself?"
"No. My brother is around here somewhere. He maneuvered my dad into letting us skip out of their afternoon of torture. I was on my way to the Hofburg Palace to get tickets, just in case my dad checks, which is unlikely. Unless my brother, Dylan, lands another speeding ticket or I fail to make the honor roll, Dad wouldn't know we're on the same continent." - ARC of Royally Lost by Angie Stanton
She couldn't wait to escape the daily annoyance of spending time with her dad and Vicky. They were not a family unit and never would be. - ARC of Royally Lost by Angie Stanton


"Have you tried to contact him?" Vicky stared at the photo of Nikolai.
"I have, but all the info on the Mondovia Royal Family website doesn't include an email or phone number. It's like they live in the Dark Ages or something. All I could find was an address. I sent a letter the day after I got back." - ARC of Royally Lost by Angie Stanton










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