Secrets... we all have them. We tell little white lies, we hide presents and hard news from loved ones, we pretend to be someone we aren't.... What is the biggest secret you've hidden?
In Kristine Lynn's latest release, AN HEIR FOR THE SECRET PRINCE, secrets abound! Not only the hero but the heroine have secrets that they are keeping. But will the secrets keep them from their happy ending or will it bring these two star crossed lovers together?
AN HEIR FOR THE SECRET PRINCE is a sweeping romance filled with lush locations and compelling characters. The story will keep you turning the pages to find out what happens next. Now available in Ebook and Print, be sure to grab a copy for your favorite romance reader!
Okay, who invited the journalist?
Philip, advisor to the Prince of Aldonia, is livid when he discovers someone invited a nosy reporter to the palace to write a salacious story about the royal family. The problem is, the more she digs into their pasts, the more she will find out about him--and his private life is none of her damn business. Which is why no one is more shocked than him when, on a whim, he asks her to stay on as his guest.
Aurelia is only certain of two things when she meets Philip on assignment in Aldonia: he’s hot as melted sin on a cracker and he’s hiding something. Too bad he’s NOT the story she’s there for. However, that won’t stop her from finding out just why he’s so reclusive—and tempting.
However, when their growing attraction takes an unexpected turn, Philip may be forced to share his darkest secrets with Aurelia—secrets that will change her life. Will their new relationship be strong enough to overcome the adversity these revelations bring?
Discover the breathtaking country of Aldonia as you root for Philip and Aurelia’s love story! For more of the Aldonian royal world (and the next installment of the Aldonia Royals series), check out A Bride for the Aldonian King.
The truth was, Aurelia didn’t care in the least about Prince Gregory or his fortune. He was a story, plain and simple. A means to an end that came with a week abroad on assignment in a place that served dang good wine and hors d'oeuvres.
When one of the women cackled, a high-pitched sound not unlike the hyenas from The Lion King, Aurelia let the giggle escape. It was louder than the noise from the idle conversations, and a few heads turned to look at her.
Aurelia choked on her wine as she spun around to face the owner of the deep, sexy voice behind her, sloshing a good deal of what was left in her glass on his shoes in the process. Her heels caught on the long hem of her dress and she nearly toppled over.
Instead, strong hands wrapped around her, locking her in place. Her hand not holding the crystal stemware was pressed against a solid wall of muscled flesh, steadying herself.
“Crap,” she muttered, looking down at the shiny black loafers that now had a third of her Merlot on them, patting the chest of the man who’d saved her from eating concrete. “I’m terribly sorry. I was waiting to speak with,” she started, her arm flailing behind her in an errant attempt to point out the Prince, but her words—usually her specialty—stuck in her throat.
There, in front of her, his hands still gripping her bare arms, was the most breathtakingly beautiful man she’d ever seen.
Goosebumps erupted over her skin and heat flushed her cheeks.
Good God above.
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