This is no fairytale, and I’m no prince. And there are much more dangerous things in these woods than big bad wolves or poisoned apples. Things like me. They’ll say this is wrong. They’ll say she’s too young for me – that she’s too untouched. They’ll say a sweet and innocent princess like her has
Beasting Beauty (Possessing Beauty Book 1)
✍ Scribed by Faye, Madison
- Book ID
- 108858089
- Year
- 2017
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 122 KB
- Series
- Possessing Beauty Book 1
- Category
- Fiction
- ASIN
- B071RRS3NZ
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✦ Synopsis
One taste of her sweet untouched innocence, and I’ll lose all control… They call me a beast, though I was a prince, once. I still am, even if I’ve spent the last four years shutting myself away from the world because of the darkness inside of me. But royal duty has left me no choice but to attend a “suitor’s ball” in a neighboring kingdom. Finding a wife is the very last thing on my mind, until the moment I lay eyes on her – the far too sweet, far too innocent, far too untouchable Princess Isla. One look at those big dark eyes and luscious curves, and I need to possess her. One taste of those lips, and I lose control of the beast inside. One touch of her soft, untouched body against mine, and she belongs to me. Forget that she’s off-limits. Forget that she’s never been touched. Forget the darkness hanging over my head and clawing at my past. I’m claiming this princess tonight. First, I’ll take her as my queen. Then, I’ll take her in my bed. Princess Isla’s unchained the beast, and I won’t rest until I’ve claimed her in every way I can.
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