Bastard Prince (Book 4 Winston Isles Royals) (Ebook)

Name: Bastard Prince (Book 4 Winston Isles Royals) (Ebook)
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Bastard Prince (Book 4 Winston Isles Royals) (Ebook)

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Synopsis

I’d kill anyone who hurt her… even if that means forcing myself to stay away.
A year ago I found out I was a long lost prince. But with one lie, that’s all been undone.

Prince or pauper, I’m not going to stop fighting for my woman. She may be the only thing I can count on right now. I'll never stop fighting for her...no matter the stakes. I never meant to get in so deep with my roommate—but that doesn’t excuse what I did.

I wanted to show her I was worthy of her. I wanted to give her everything. And most of all, I wanted to keep her safe. The thought of something happening to her makes me see red, makes me want to burn the world down to protect my love. But all she saw was the bastard.

There’s more at stake than heartbreak. My life is in danger.

Which means I can’t go back to Bryna.

And I’m not the only one with secrets.

(This is Book 4 in the Winston Isles Royals Series)

Chapter 1 Look Inside

The kiss was meant to be sweet and soft.
It was meant to be a goodbye kiss. But then Bryna sighed, arching her back, pressing her body closer to mine.

Leaving her would strip my soul. There was no way I could walk away from the invitation and from everything I’d been fighting to have.

I stroked my tongue over hers, coaxing the response I wanted out of her.

But it wasn’t just me. It was as if some inner recess of her mind understood my desperation, my need, and the pain I was in.
She pulled back gently and lifted her lashes. Her dark gaze meeting mine, full of questions.

But then Bryna was sliding her hands up under my t-shirt. The gentle pass of her fingertips played over my muscles, setting small electrical fires under my skin, and I groaned low.

This will only hurt the both of you. Be strong. “Sleep, remember? I kept you up all night.”
She shook her head. “I’m suddenly not tired anymore.”

Stop this. She’ll be hurt. And you will never recover.

That’s what my rational brain was saying. But the part of me that loved her, the part of me that needed her, that part wasn’t so keen on listening at the moment and ached to slide home again.

Bryna was everything I wanted and needed. Walking away was going to hurt. And right now, I would do just about anything to avoid that pain.