{"product_id":"american-royalsisbn-9781984830173","title":"American Royals","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eNEW YORK TIMES \u003c\/i\u003eBESTSELLING SERIES • What if America had a royal family? If you can't get enough of Harry and Meghan or Kate and William, meet American princesses Beatrice and Samantha. \u003ci\u003eCrazy Rich Asians\u003c\/i\u003e meets \u003ci\u003eThe Crown\u003c\/i\u003e. Perfect for fans of \u003ci\u003eRed, White, and Royal Blue\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThe Royal We\u003c\/i\u003e!\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTwo princesses vying for the ultimate crown.\u003cbr\u003eTwo girls vying for the prince's heart.\u003cbr\u003eThis is the story of the American royals.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen America won the Revolutionary War, its people offered General George Washington a crown. Two and a half centuries later, the House of Washington still sits on the throne. Like most royal families, the Washingtons have an heir and a spare. A future monarch and a backup battery. Each child knows exactly what is expected of them. But these aren't just any royals. They're American.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs Princess Beatrice gets closer to becoming America's first queen regnant, the duty she has embraced her entire life suddenly feels stifling. Nobody cares about the spare except when she's breaking the rules, so Princess Samantha doesn't care much about anything, either . . . except the one boy who is distinctly off-limits to her. And then there's Samantha's twin, Prince Jefferson. If he'd been born a generation earlier, he would have stood first in line for the throne, but the new laws of succession make him third. Most of America adores their devastatingly handsome prince . . . but two very different girls are vying to capture \u003ci\u003ehis\u003c\/i\u003e heart.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe duty. The intrigue. The Crown. \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author Katharine McGee imagines an alternate version of the modern world, one where the glittering age of monarchies has not yet faded--and where love is still powerful enough to change the course of history.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"The lives of the American royal family will hook you in the very first pages and never let go. Relatable, believable, fantastical, aspirational, and completely addictive.\" --Sara Shepard, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of the Pretty Little Liars and Perfectionists series“With \u003cb\u003eelegance, saucy secrets, and forbidden love\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003ci\u003eAmerican Royals\u003c\/i\u003e is fast-paced and utterly charming. Katharine McGee’s prose sparkles, capturing the \u003cb\u003eglamour\u003c\/b\u003e and pressures of an American monarchy.” —Kendare Blake, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of the Three Dark Crowns series\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Inventive, fresh, and \u003cb\u003edeliciously romantic\u003c\/b\u003e—\u003ci\u003eAmerican Royals\u003c\/i\u003e is an absolute delight!” —Sarah J. Maas, #1\u003ci\u003e New York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of the Throne of Glass series and Court of Thorns and Roses series\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003cb\u003eImagine a world where Meghan Markle is the queen \u003c\/b\u003eof the United States of America…. American Royals is the next closest thing.” –\u003ci\u003eTeen Vogue\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"\u003c\/i\u003eFor all the \u003cb\u003eglamour and intrigue, \u003c\/b\u003ethere's also a reality check. All four central characters struggle to reconcile the expectations the world imposes on them with the internal selves they discover through heartbreak and struggle.\" \u003ci\u003e—The New York Times Book Review\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“\u003cb\u003eA soapy, escapist blockbuster\u003c\/b\u003e [following] the drama, scandal and romances of the impossibly glamorous young court. An unabashedly frothy romp, and \u003cb\u003eenormous fun\u003c\/b\u003e.\" – \u003ci\u003eThe Guardian\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA fun, fast-paced read packed with \u003cb\u003edrama, scandal, and romance\u003c\/b\u003e” —\u003ci\u003eThe Sun\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“Mixing scandalous secrets and political intrigue, \u003ci\u003eAmerican Royals\u003c\/i\u003e is \u003cb\u003ethrillingly addictive\u003c\/b\u003e.” —\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003eShelf Awareness\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\"\u003c\/i\u003eCritical questions \u003cb\u003etantalize readers\u003c\/b\u003e through the foibles and flaws of characters who are frustratingly human… readers will eagerly await the next installment to find out whether true love will win or stodgy tradition will triumph.” —\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A \u003cb\u003edeliciously soapy\u003c\/b\u003e American royal family… McGee’s characters are \u003cb\u003ewell-crafted\u003c\/b\u003e and flawed, giving the narrative emotional texture that elevates it above the dramatic formula\u003ci\u003e.” —\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“Readers will be\u003cb\u003e hooked\u003c\/b\u003e…. A \u003cb\u003efun \u003c\/b\u003etwist on history as we know it, and the ending will have readers hoping for a sequel.” \u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003e—School Library Journal\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“For readers looking for intrigue—and for those who like their royal fever with a twist—this is \u003cb\u003ea quick and\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cb\u003edelicious read\u003c\/b\u003e.” \u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Booklist \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003eKatharine McGee is the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eAmerican Royals\u003c\/i\u003e and the Thousandth Floor trilogy. She studied English and French literature at Princeton University and has an MBA from Stanford. She now lives in Houston with her husband. Visit her online at katharinemcgee.com. Follow her at @katharinemcgee.Beatrice\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Present Day\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Beatrice could trace her ancestry back to the tenth century.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It was really only through Queen Martha’s side, though most people refrained from mentioning that. After all, King George I had been nothing but an upstart planter from Virginia until he married well and then fought even better. He fought so well that he helped win America’s independence, and was rewarded by its people with a crown.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But through Martha, at least, Beatrice could trace her line­age for more than forty generations. Among her forebears were kings and queens and archdukes, scholars and soldiers, even a canonized saint. We have much to learn by looking back, her father always reminded her. Never forget where you come from.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It was hard to forget your ancestors when you carried their names with you as Beatrice did: Beatrice Georgina Fredericka Louise of the House of Washington, Princess Royal of America.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Beatrice’s father, His Majesty King George IV, shot her a glance. She reflexively sat up straighter, to listen as the High Constable reviewed the plans for tomorrow’s Queen’s Ball. Her hands were clasped over her demure pencil skirt, her legs crossed at the ankle. Because as her etiquette teacher had drilled into her—­by hitting her wrist with a ruler each time she slipped up—­a lady never crossed her legs at the thigh.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And the rules were especially stringent for Beatrice, because she was not only a princess: she was also the first woman who would ever inherit the American throne. The first woman who would be queen in her own right: not a queen consort, married to a king, but a true queen regnant.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e If she’d been born twenty years earlier, the succession would have jumped over her and skipped to Jeff. But her grandfather had famously abolished that centuries-­old law, dictating that in all subsequent generations, the throne would pass to the oldest child, not the oldest boy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Beatrice let her gaze drift over the conference table before her. It was littered with papers and scattered cups of coffee that had long since gone cold. Today’s was the last Cabinet session until January, which meant it had been filled with year-­end reports and long spreadsheets of analysis.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The Cabinet meetings always took place here in the Star Chamber, named for the gilded stars painted on its blue walls, and the famous star-­shaped oculus overhead. Winter sunlight poured through it to dapple invitingly over the table. Not that Beatrice would get to enjoy it. She rarely had time to go outside, except on the days she rose before dawn to join her father on his run through the capital, flanked by their security officers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e For a brief and uncharacteristic moment, she wondered what her siblings were doing right now, if they were back yet from their whirlwind trip through East Asia. Samantha and Jeff—­twins, and three years younger than Beatrice—­were a dangerous pair. They were lively and spontaneous, full of bad ideas, and with far too much power to act on them. Now, six months after they’d finished high school, it was clear that neither of them knew what to do with themselves—­except celebrate the fact that they were eighteen and could legally drink.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e No one ever expected anything of the twins. All the expectation, in the family and really in the world, was focused like a white-­hot spotlight on Beatrice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e At last the High Constable finished his report. The king gave a gracious nod and stood. “Thank you, Jacob. If there is no further business, that concludes today’s meeting.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Everyone rose to their feet and began to shuffle out of the room, chatting about tomorrow’s ball or their holiday plans. They seemed to have temporarily set aside their political rivalries—­the king kept his Cabinet evenly divided between the Federalists and the Democratic-­Republicans—­though Beatrice felt certain those rivalries would be back in full force come the new year.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Her personal security detail, Connor, glanced up from where he stood outside the door, next to the king’s protection officer. Both men were members of the Revere Guard, the elite corps of officers who devoted their lives to the service of the Crown.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Beatrice, could you stay for a minute?” her dad asked.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Beatrice paused in the doorway. “Of course.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The king sat back down, and she followed suit. “Thank you again for helping with the nominations,” he told her. They both glanced at the paper before him, where a list of names was printed in alphabetical order.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Beatrice smiled. “I’m glad you accepted them.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Tomorrow was the palace’s annual holiday party, the Queen’s Ball, so named because at the very first Christmas ball, Queen Martha had urged George I to ennoble dozens of Americans who’d aided the Revolution. The tradition had persisted ever since. Each year at the ball, the king knighted Americans for their service to the country, thereby making them lords or ladies. And for the first time, he had let Beatrice suggest the candidates for knighthood.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Before she could ask what he wanted, a tap sounded at the door. The king gave an audible sigh of relief as Beatrice’s mom swept into the room.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Queen Adelaide came from nobility on both sides of her family. Before her marriage to the king, she’d been set to inherit the Duchy of Canaveral and the Duchy of Savannah. The Double Duchess, people had called her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Adelaide had grown up in Atlanta, and had never lost her ethereal Southern charm. Even now her gestures were touched with elegance: the tilt of her head as she smiled at her daughter, the turn of her wrist as she settled into the walnut chair to Beatrice’s right. Caramel highlights gleamed in her rich brown hair, which she curled each morning with hot rollers and wore encircled by a headband.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The way they were sitting—­a parent to either side of Beatrice, boxing her in—­gave her the distinct sense that she was being ambushed.","brand":"Random House Books for Young Readers","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46303440994533,"sku":"NP9781984830173","price":18.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9781984830173.jpg?v=1730754318","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/american-royalsisbn-9781984830173","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}