Prince's Love-Child

Prince's Love-Child
Carole Mortimer

How can she tell him that she's the mother of his child?Five years ago, Sapphie Benedict lost her virginity to hunky Hollywood screenwriter Rik Prince. Convinced that Rik was really in love with her sister, Sapphie knew she could never see him again or tell him of the consequence of their brief affair!Sapphie unexpectedly meets Rik again in Paris, and realises that she has never stopped loving him. But their lives are more complicated than ever, and there is no way she can declare her feelings…let alone tell Rik that he's the father of their beautiful young son…!

Sapphie had no defences left, no strength to fight Rik.

He took her into his arms, his brilliant blue gaze holding hers briefly before he lowered his head and his mouth claimed hers.

Oh…!

Her need for this man was just too much for her to resist, her lips parting beneath his even as her arms moved up over his shoulders.

Rik deepened the kiss, his arms tightening about her waist as he moulded her slender curves to the harder planes of his body.

Nothing had changed, Sapphie acknowledged achingly; she loved and wanted this man. Only this man. She realised now that she always would.

THE PRINCE BROTHERS

Enter the glamorous world of these gorgeous men…

Enter the glamorous world of the movies when you read about the love lives of the celebrity Prince brothers, owners of the prestigious company PrinceMovies. Each brother is super-successful in his field:

Arrogant, forceful and determined, the oldest, Nik, is a movie director.

Enjoy his story in

PRINCE’S PASSION

October 2005

A former bad boy, Zak is now a world-famous actor, known for being a charming rogue.

Meet him in

PRINCE’S PLEASURE

November 2005

And the youngest, Rik, is a screenwriter who’s more reserved than his brothers, but irresistible to women.

You can read about his life in

PRINCE’S LOVE-CHILD

January 2006

Prince’s Love-Child

Carole Mortimer

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

CONTENTS

PROLOGUE (#u4d172581-3bd2-554b-acb2-4b7e7a3ea084)

CHAPTER ONE (#u7fcff9fe-3bcd-5422-8661-d00729b18676)

CHAPTER TWO (#u38099e82-0724-5a08-8d0c-952afa7297d0)

CHAPTER THREE (#u1f3c8dbe-5af8-5b58-9035-2d167572144f)

CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)

PROLOGUE

‘RIK…! Rik Prince, can that really be you…?’

He froze at the first sound of that husky, sensual voice. No—it was worse than that, he actually felt paralysed, every muscle and sinew immobile with shock, his chest having stopped rising and falling, only his heart, with a will of its own, continuing to beat. But faster, so much faster than normal, as if trying to protect itself from the onslaught of remembered pain.

That voice!

So easily recognisable, so painfully remembered. It was the voice that had spoken to him in his dreams so often in the past. The voice that, for months, had motivated him to pick up the telephone a dozen times a day, hoping to hear its honeyed warmth on the other end of the line…

Calls he had never made. But, he realised now, he hadn’t thought of her for months; his previous unhappiness was completely buried.

Or so he had thought…

‘Rik…?’ The precisely English-accented tones were closer now.