A lost princess...
And the prince who will protect her!
In this Russian Royals of Kuban story, Crown Princess Dasha is plucked from the flames of rebellion and sent to London with no memory of the past. Everyone says sheâs heiress to Kubanâs throne... She trusts Ruslan Pisarev on first sightâhe becomes her protector, her confidante, even her lover. But can Ruslan claim her forever when she is awakened to the truth of her identity?
Russian Royals of Kuban miniseries
Book 1âCompromised by the Princeâs Touch
Book 2âInnocent in the Princeâs Bed Book 3âAwakened by the Princeâs Passion Book 4âSeduced by the Princeâs Kissâcoming soon!
âThe perfect read that will sweep you away.â
âRT Book Reviews on Innocent in the Princeâs Bed
âScott delivers an absorbing tale with an uncommon hero, bold heroine, elements of foreign intrigue, treachery and passion. The witty byplay between the characters and their tension-filled battle of wills fuels the readersâ desire to turn the pages.â
âRT Book Reviews on Compromised by the Princeâs Touch
BRONWYN SCOTT is a communications instructor at Pierce College in the United States, and the proud mother of three wonderful childrenâone boy and two girls. When sheâs not teaching or writing she enjoys playing the piano, travellingâespecially to Florence, Italyâand studying history and foreign languages. Readers can stay in touch on Bronwynâs website, bronwynnscott.com, or at her blog, bronwynswriting.blogspot.com. She loves to hear from readers.
Also by Bronwyn Scott
Scandal at the Christmas Ball
Wallflowers to Wives miniseries
Unbuttoning the Innocent Miss
Awakening the Shy Miss
Claiming His Defiant Miss
Marrying the Rebellious Miss
Russian Royals of Kuban miniseries
Compromised by the Princeâs Touch
Innocent in the Princeâs Bed
Awakened by the Princeâs Passion
And look out for the last book
Seduced by the Princeâs Kiss coming next month
Discover more at millsandboon.co.uk.
ISBN: 978-1-474-07393-6
AWAKENED BY THE PRINCEâS PASSION
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To Sveta, Zhenya and Irina,
in celebration of the twentieth anniversary of our summer together in Pskov. Spasibo.
Chapter One
Londonâlate August 1823
The trouble with revolution was that it made unlikely bedfellows, in unlikely locations, and at unlikely times. One moment Prince Ruslan Pisarev had been peacefully asleep in the bedroom of his newly acquired London town house, the next he was sitting behind his desk, dressed in nothing but his banyan and green silk pyjama trousers, reading reports that were at once exciting and horrifying. Part of him hoped the man across the desk was telling the truth and part of him hoped the man was lying, because the truth was dark.