Savage Prince

savage prince A DARK SHIFTER ROMANCE BELLA JACOBS Copyright Savage Prince © 2023 by Bella Jacobs All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book. This contemporary romance is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners. This ebook is licensed for your personal use only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with, especially if you enjoy sexy, fast-paced urban fantasy reads. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should return it and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the author’s work. Edited by Sandra Shipman Editing and Kelley Lambert Greer. Cover design by Enchanting Covers. Created with Vellum savage prince Lost Moon University Book Three By Bella Jacobs about the book FORD: The woman I love sacrificed herself and rose from the ashes with no memory of what we were to each other. She doesn’t remember how hard she fought to resist our connection. She doesn’t remember our first kiss or our last or what she said to me just seconds before her phoenix form caught fire. Now, I'm on the run with a stranger with a cheery disposition that's nothing like the Juliet I knew. This Juliet is certain we can come out on top, no matter how bleak the odds. This Juliet enjoys flirting with me and suggests we share a bed on our way to get help from the Wolf King of New York. I should be happy that the woman I want finally wants me back, but all I can think about is how much I miss my Juliet. I’d kill to have her glare at me the way she used or see her lips curve in one of her grudging smiles. But there isn’t time to grieve what’s been lost. We have to take down Hammer Zion before it’s too late, before the man who nearly killed us both comes out on top, once and for all. This book is part of a serial romance and should be read after books one and two. Savage Prince is a dark romance that ends in a cliffhanger. praise for bella jacobs I could not put this one down. It had me on the edge of my seat for the entire book!…The end left me breathless! I need more!! CHRIS C. REVIEWS -5 STARS “Oh Damn, Oh My God, Sexy and Wow". Can't wait to read the next book. GRAVES ON AMAZON -5 STARS I’m glad to have found this amazing storyteller. HANAN ON AMAZON -5 STARS For Faith and Grace. contents 1. Ford 2. Ford 3. Juliet 4. Ford 5. Ford 6. Born Anew 7. Ford 8. Juliet 9. Ford 10. Juliet 11. Ford 12. Juliet 13. Ford 14. Juliet 15. Ford 16. Juliet 17. Ford 18. Juliet 19. Ford Sneak Peek of Wolf King About the Author Also by Bella Jacobs ONE ford I’ve always loved the water. As a boy, I’d jump in the creek on our property while there were still ice chunks in it from the winter thaw. Come summer, I knew every pond and swimming hole within a five-mile radius and spent the seemingly endless days riding my bike between my favorites, my hair always a little bit damp. When Mom said we were moving to Washington to live with her new husband, it was the loss of the water I mourned the most. My father had been dead for years and our connections with his pack had faded. I was excited by the thought of making new shifter friends my age but putting those swimming holes in the rearview ripped at something inside of me. They weren’t just a way to spend a day. They were my refuge from the world, a place where the tears Alphas weren’t supposed to cry were easily disguised, and a solid source of free snacks. By the time I was six, I was a pro at catching fish as both a wolf and a boy and knew every edible plant that grew near the water. And then the helicopter my new stepfather sent to collect us at the airport touched down on an island in the sea, and I knew the universe was looking out for me. This was even better than a pond or a creek. The sea was wild and beautiful and alive in a way I didn’t realize water could be until my first cliff diving session with my new friends. I plunged into the ocean, felt the powerful currents buffeting my body, and came face-to-face with a harbour porpoise and her baby. The baby zipped around my torso, rubbing against my bare skin, while its mother chattered a scolding in a language the shifter part of me could almost understand. I still remember the wonder I felt as my jaw dropped, and the sea flooded in. By the time I broke the surface, I was coughing up a lungful of saltwater, but I didn’t care. I rode the next wave to shore, stretching my body long to coast on top of the foam, feeling like I’d finally come home. For the rest of my teen years, I spent every spare