I'm the bastard child, son to the mistress, my father's backup heir to the Kingston empire. He sent me to Harvard. I left and became a Navy SEAL, but I'm back now, and I finished school on my own dime. I'm now a few months from being a billionaire myself. I don't need my father's company or his love. My "brother" can have it. I will never go back there. I will never be the mistake my father made, the way he was the mistake my mother made.
And then she walks in the door, the princess I'd once wanted more than I'd wanted my father's love. She wants me to come back. She says my father needs to be saved. I don't want to save my father but I do want her. Deeply. Passionately. More than I want anything else.
But she's The Princess and I'm The Bastard. We don't fit. We don't belong together and yet she says that she needs me. We're like sugar and spice, we don't mix, but I really crave a taste. Just one. What harm can just one taste do?
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âThis is a bad idea,â she whispers, but her voice is raspy, affected, the taste of her hunger damn near on my tongue. I kiss her, a quick brush of lips, and a lick that has the heat between us damn near explosive. âStill think itâs a bad idea?â Her hands flatten on my chest but they flex rather than push. âWe both know this is wrong.â âAnd yet you followed me here.â âYou said that already,â âYou knew what would happen,â I accuse. âI was angry.â I certainly know where anger and family collide, in ways I wonât explain to anyone. My jaw sets hard and I release her, putting a wide step between us. âStay or go, but if you stay, youâre going to end up naked.â âI know your fatherâs an asshole, but my mother loves him and my fatherâs company is now a part of this one.â âThe part where I said that if you stayed, youâd end up naked.â I reach for her and pull her to me. âYou did understand that, correct?â âI donât scare off that easily. If I did, I wouldnât be working for your father and under your brother.â âItâs me I want you under,â I say, molding her close, my hands sliding up her back. âIâm too young and stupid for business, but Iâm just right to fuck?â she challenges. âIâm warning you, Harper, not talking down to you. And if youâre young and stupid, so was I.â âYou wanted to be here,â she says. âYes,â I say, tangling my fingers into her hair. âI wanted to be here, just like I want to be right here, right now, with you.â My mouth closes down on hers once more, a deep thrust of tongue thatâs as unforgiving as my father would be if it came down to choosing her or Isaac. Itâs all about demand and I expect her to push back, to give me the rejection that sends her to the door and me to the fucking airport. Thatâs not what I get. Her hand on my chest doesnât push me away. She moans and her elbow softens, those perfect curves Iâd admired from a distance now pressed nice and close, right up to the moment she jerks back. âMy God. What are we doing? Youâre my stepbrother.â I walk her back against the wall, my hands caressing up her ribcage to cup her breasts. âI told you,â I say, stroking my thumbs over her nipples. âIâm not your fucking brother. Not now. Not ever.â I cup her face, lean in and my mouth finds her mouth, and if she thought my tongue unforgiving before now, she was wrong. This is unforgiving. Itâs in my blood. Itâs who I am, who I was born to be. A bastard who wants her. I have this sudden need that consumes me. I shove my hand into the top of her dress, fingering her nipple. She makes this soft, sexy sound that has my cock twitching, expanding beneath my zipper. As if she knows, she presses her hand to my crotch and holy fuck, I need inside this woman. I push off the wall and shrug out of my jacket, my gaze raking over the tops of her breasts. Her teeth scrape her bottom lip, and I want that mouth on my body. I want my mouth on her body. I toss the jacket, rip away my tie, and she doesnât run away as I half expect she will. She closes the space between us, her fingers on my buttons, working them down my shirt, but when one hand slides down to my crotch, I react. I slow things down before I fuck her and this is over, and when it is, Iâm gone. Suddenly Iâm not ready to leave, which is why I turn her to the wall, and force her hands to its surface, yanking down her zipper before I pull my shirt over my head. I step into her, my erection at her backside, my lips at her ear. âYou saw me watching you across the pool,â I say, my fingers catching the straps at her shoulders. âOf course I saw you. You wanted me to see you.â âYes. I did. I wanted you to know I wanted to fuck you.â I shove the straps of her dress down her arms. âI wanted you to know I wanted you naked.â I pull the dress down, and with no bra to contend with I have it down her hips and to her feet. I lift her and kick it away, taking a moment to appreciate just how perfect her heart-shaped ass is before I turn her to face me. My fingers tangle in her hair and I pull her to me. âAnd since youâre here,â I add, âI will assume you got that message loud and clear.â âIâm still angry and youâre still an arrogant asshole, but apparently it doesnât matter, so fuck me before I come to my senses.â I press my cheek to hers, my hand on her cheek, lips by her ear. âI promise to use my tongue in all the right places to make sure you have no regrets.â She pants out a breath that tells me my words affect her and Iâm right there when she does, kissing her again, drinking her in, and damn she tastes good; one part innocence, one part a drug that knows how good it feels. And she does feel so fucking good. I scoop her up and carry her through the living area to the bedroom, because hell, I donât know, it just feels like I should fuck her on the bed, though I could have easily kept her right there by the door. I want this woman. I want her in a bad way and I wanted her from the moment I saw her by that pool. I set her on her feet and I pull her close. âThis is where I lick and you come on my tongue.â
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Oh Wow!! I have wanted to read Lisa Renee Jones books forever, I'm so embarrassed to admit that I have just never made my way there. OMG!!! Have I been missing out!?!?! The Bastard was sooooooo good and was everything that I expected. The Bastard was not only a page turner that captured me from page one, but the hotness between the Princess and the Bastard set these pages on FIRE!!! Eric and Harper have an attraction to each other right from the very beginning when their eyes meet. I fell head over heels for these two, I think before they did. I absolutely loved their roller coaster of a ride that their story took me on. Yes, their story ends in a cliffhanger that left my head spinning, but it just makes me want the next book even more. I can't wait to see how their story ends and I am hoping for a HEA because they so deserve it. Now that I have a taste of Lisa Renee Jones' writing, I will be setting aside time to read more of her books and I have to go back to read more of the Kingston's family. If you are like me and have yet to read Lisa Renee Jones books, I HIGHLY recommend that you do. Happy Reading Everyone!!!!