Her Captor's Secret Heir

HER CAPTOR’S SECRET HEIR JENNA GUNN GABBY HUGHES JENNA GUNN/ PRIMALSEA LLC Copyright © 2023 by Jenna Gunn All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This book is a work of fiction. Any similarities to people, places, and events, is coincidental. CONTENTS About This Book Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Chapter 50 Chapter 51 Epilogue 52. Forgotten Solider Preview ABOUT THIS BOOK This is book 2 in a Duet and it not a stand-alone book. Read book 1 His Irish Captive first. Sometimes the only cure for your pain is the thing that caused it. Kieran McGregor was the only man I ever dared to let myself want. My insanely gorgeous, steely calm bodyguard. I trusted him explicitly. With everything. Including my first time. Not to mention my tender, and very foolish, young heart. We knew it was a dead end road. That didn’t stop us from risking our lives. But I couldn’t stop what was coming. The arranged marriage that was barreling down on me like a runaway truck. I didn’t even know who my father would give me to. The clock was ticking so freaking loud it was deafening me. Then Kieran vanished. I was utterly shattered and more alone than I’d ever been. Only my protector wasn’t dead like I feared. A fact he pointed out by roaring back into my life so he could steal me away. Where he promptly tossed me into a whirlwind of hot nights and nail-biting anxiety. You see… lies, secrets, and deceit cut deep. Mine and his. Only, I’m afraid he’s the only thing that can take the pain away and make dreams I didn’t dare to dream come true. ◆◆◆◆More About This Book ◆◆◆◆ This book is the conclusion to a cliffhanger! Book 1 (His Irish Captive) is a must because Kieran and Carra's story is completed in this book. This duet is steamy romance and includes descriptive open-door heated scenes and dark subjects. No cheating and includes a beautiful happy ever after. Dive in and enjoy the wild ride to Happy Ever After! CHAPTER ONE I slowly come awake to find myself alone. A shiver tightens my skin even though I’m not cold. Reaching out, I trace my fingers over the soft leather. Touching the couch where Kieran and I collapsed after we—What do you even call what happened between us? Sex seems far too bland of a word. Making love... that term feels like a dangerous lie to some younger version of myself. But something warm is lingering in my chest. Maybe because a blanket has been tucked around me, carefully snugging me in. My tangled hair has been hooked behind my ear as if a caring hand tucked it there. For a few seconds, my heart speeds before it settles into a slow, steady throb, diffusing my body with crimson heat as I call up memories about last night. I don’t have to call them very far. They are still lingering in my bones, in the soft places where hard things touched. Scratchy-eyed, I blink a few times, my focus narrowing on the fireplace. The expansive stone hearth was roaring with a toasty fire last night, it’s now black and empty. But the room is warm. Given that last night was a cold fall New Hampshire evening, storm and all, that must mean the power is back on. Has been for a while. Not that I needed heat last night. Kieran nearly set the whole state on fire. God. He was incredible. The way he made me feel… I was soaring. Lost in a state of bliss and safety in his arms. My body is still feeling a little floaty. Like I haven’t completely returned to Earth. Like all of it was a dream. Except, the little bruises here and there from his big hands are physical reminders of what we did. Of how real it was. I’m marked on the inside too. Almost branded. I can still feel him deep inside my core. The place where he planted his seed all those years ago. It’s was like my body instantly remembered that. Burrowing below the blanket, I relish these thoughts. The way he was so commanding yet so gentle. The dichotomy that’s Kieran. My captor, my lover. My heartbreak, my hope. As he looked at me last night, I began to know the depth of just how far I am in over my head. The things I saw in his eyes last night were devastating. The man was possessive. Determined. Hungry. Studying me like he was trying to memorize every little detail. Imprint me on his soul. I felt beautiful and more alive than I have felt in years. Since that night in the garden and that day in the hotel. I’d felt seen back then. Desired. And last night, that feeling seemed amplified somehow. A terrifying thought hits me as violently as a fist to my gut. Kieran McGregor is responsible for the five most pivotal moments in my life. My first kiss that night in the garden. The first time I knew what it was like to be pleasured by a man. Discovering I was pregnant. Finn’s birth. Taking me away from my father’s