The Bastard

Im the bastard child, son to the mistress, my fathers backup heir to the Kingston empire. He sent me to Harvard. I left and became a Navy SEAL, but Im back now, and I finished school on my own dime. Im now the right hand man to Grayson Bennett, the billionaire who runs the Bennett Empire. Im now a few months from being a billionaire myself. I dont need my fathers 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 Id once wanted more than Id wanted my fathers love. She wants me to come back. She says my father needs to be saved. I dont want to save my father but I do want her. Deeply. Passionately. More than I want anything else.

But shes The Princess and Im The Bastard. We dont fit. We dont belong together and yet she says he needs me, that she needs me. Were like sugar and spice, we dont mix, but I really crave a taste. Just one. What harm can just one taste do?

BOOK ONE IN THE FILTHY TRILOGY