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
the right-hand man to Grayson Bennett, the billionaire who runs the
Bennett Empire. 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 he needs me, 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?
