Shock Heir For The Crown Prince
She kept his royal heir a secret…Now he’ll make her his reluctant Queen!Prince Casimir of Byzenmaach can’t shake the memory of Anastasia Douglas. With her, he forgot his royal duties in a moment of wild abandon. Seven years later he must wed—but in seeking out the unforgettable Anastasia he discovers a secret: she had his daughter! And he’ll stop at nothing to claim them both…
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She kept his royal heir a secret...
Now heâll make her his reluctant queen!
Prince Casimir of Byzenmaach canât shake the memory of Anastasia Douglas. With her, he forgot his royal duties for a moment of wild abandon. Seven years later, he must wedâbut seeking out the unforgettable Anastasia, he discovers a secret: she gave birth to his daughter! And heâll stop at nothing to claim them both...
KELLY HUNTER has always had a weakness for fairy tales, fantasy worlds and losing herself in a good book. She has two children, avoids cooking and cleaning and, despite the best efforts of her family, is no sports fan. Kelly is, however, a keen gardener, and has a fondness for roses. Kelly was born in Australia and has travelled extensively. Although she enjoys living and working in different parts of the world, she still calls Australia home.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07176-5
SHOCK HEIR FOR THE CROWN PRINCE
© 2018 Kelly Hunter
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Contents
CASIMIR, CROWN PRINCE OF BYZENMAACH, woke with a woman on his mind and an ache in his loins. He rolled onto his back, and let out a groan when the heavy cotton sheet rubbed against him in just the right way to make his hips move again, and then again. Not this again. Not her againâit was the third time this week.
He wasnât impressed.
It took longer than usual to shove those wayward memories of lovemaking aside and roll out of bed. Naked, he padded across age-old silk carpets towards the door that led to the parapet that led to the bathhouseâa domed white marble indulgence that would have found favour with the gladiators of Rome.
Cool air hit his skin the minute he opened the huge double doors, and if he hadnât been fully awake before, he was now. Summer was in full swing in Byzenmaach but here in the snow-capped northern mountains the mornings still held the edge of winter on them and always would. He suffered it because he liked the cool lick of ice on his skin and because it made that moment when he entered the hot pool that much sweeter.
Nothing could ease the tension in his body and clear his mind faster than spending five minutes beneath the pounding man-made waterfall at the far edge of the hot pool and then another five immersed in the still and silent water at the other end of it. Access to the bathhouse was one of the main reasons heâd made Byzenmaachâs remote winter fortress his permanent home.
Hedonist. Heâd never deny the label. Pleasure-seeking was an integral part of his nature.
It wasnât all he was.
The woman on his mindâAnaâhad been a mistake, a youthful indiscretion, a hedonistic folly, and every so often she haunted him. Sheâd been a student of languages, living in Geneva. Heâd been on his way home from delegate talks and bored. The bar where theyâd first met had been called the Barrel and Fawn.
