The Accidental Princess (Mills & Boon Historical)

The Accidental Princess (Mills & Boon Historical)

Michelle Willingham

Language: English

Pages: 304

ISBN: 0263876136

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

From dutiful debutante...Lieutenant Michael Thorpe is a forbidden temptation for Lady Hannah Chesterfield. Etiquette demands Hannah ignore the shivers of desire his wicked gaze provokes, but he's the only man to recognise her restless spirit, and her unawakened body is clamouring for his passionate princess! They are thrown together by scandal, and a defiant Hannah joins Michael on an adventure to uncover the secret of his birth - is this common soldier really a prince? If so, will the ordinary man who has taught Hannah the meaning of pleasure now make her his royal bride?

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tasted so good. When at last she did, she opened her eyes. The Lieutenant was staring at her, his gaze filled with heat. ‘Don’t ever look at a man like that,’ he murmured. ‘Else you’ll find yourself in his bed.’ There was wickedness in his tone, as if he wanted to be that man. She returned the fork to him, suddenly conscious of the intimacy of sharing it. Michael set the plate aside, rising to his feet. ‘I’m going to go now. Thank you for the food.’ ‘You’re welcome.’ She held the taste of the

one he had long forgotten. Somehow, the country was a part of his heritage. He struggled to speak the language again, but the words eluded him. The moment he tried to think about what he wanted to say, he couldn’t grasp a single sentence. Hannah placed both hands on his shoulders, regarding him. ‘I think we both know that you are not merely a fishmonger’s son.’ He didn’t want to believe it. The idea of having another life, another family who hadn’t wanted him, seemed to shift the ground

trousers, a white shirt, black waistcoat and matching jacket. The subdued colors were less conspicuous, and Hannah had chosen a faded blue long-sleeved gown that she’d borrowed from Estelle. She worried that, by taking horses, they still might attract notice. Perhaps they should have walked or hired a wagon. There was no time for it now. Though it was barely past dawn, Hannah feared they hadn’t left soon enough. There was only one road leading into Lohenberg, and as they crossed the border,

delicate skin, arousing her until she arched deeply, shaking with the ferocity of his wicked tongue. The rising crescendo of need burst forth in a release that made her cry out. She tried to sit up, but he held her down, her legs splayed as he worked her again with his mouth. ‘I can’t. Michael, I can’t do this. It’s too much.’ In answer, he slid two fingers inside her wetness, stretching her. It sent her over the edge once more as he entered and withdrew. ‘Touch me,’ he urged, pulling her

Prince.’ Michael kissed her hand in greeting. ‘May we join you for tea?’ The Countess got up from the carpet, holding the hand of his daughter, Charlotte. At the age of four, Charlotte wore her hair in two braids, one with a pink ribbon and one with purple. She’d inherited her mother’s beauty, but her stubbornness was a trait of her grandfather. ‘Papa, you have to sit by me.’ Michael allowed Charlotte to take him by the hand, leading him to a chair. His daughter chose a chocolate biscuit

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