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Greek Bachelors: Tempted To A Fling: A Greek Escape / Greek for Beginners / My Sexy Greek Summer
Jackie Braun
Elizabeth Power
Marie Donovan
Sun, sea and a suitcase of memories…Jilted by her cheating boyfriend, Kayla Young escapes to an isolated Greek Island. The last thing she wants is to share her paradise with a mysterious Greek. Leonidas Tycoon Vassalio can’t believe Kayla doesn’t know who he is. But he’ll take full advantage of it!Darcie Hayes touches down in Athens, ready to put her troubles behind her and indulge in a little sun, sea, sightseeing and flirtation! But when Nick Costas, modern day Adonis, saves her from trouble, she realises there might be much more to Greece than first meets the eye…Summer on a Greek island is just what Cara Sokol needs to jumpstart her non-existent sex life. She's sworn off Greek men forever, but Yannis Petrides' six-pack and sultry eyes are pure seduction! Meanwhile, Yannis decides if his fiery redhead wants a fling, he’s ready…
Greek Bachelors: Tempted to a Fling
A Greek Escape
Elizabeth Power
Greek for Beginners
Jackie Braun
My Sexy Greek Summer
Marie Donovan
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Table of Contents
Cover (#u6ba5d76c-7e3b-59e7-a7ed-ffae813dd031)
Title Page (#u4b585990-38b2-5eb6-ae38-b6356990f7e1)
A Greek Escape (#ulink_bc2e28dd-c559-5a33-9bb5-99e7385344be)
Back Cover Text (#ub78e0543-9a5a-56ad-a560-36be01b7023f)
About the Author (#uaba90909-52d8-54f6-b0fd-0dfea53c53b0)
Dedication (#u705bb2e7-b6cf-5c0b-b5b9-022ccb1f5967)
CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_8a536aca-ce9c-5b5b-bb09-b6b6c63f0d61)
CHAPTER TWO (#ulink_e0b89a72-3676-5dd0-88bb-263c0f6d01ad)
CHAPTER THREE (#ulink_edab09cd-6da1-5655-9f74-cde661dbb78f)
CHAPTER FOUR (#ulink_d440d5b4-ca76-5e03-a52a-1c90434233b4)
CHAPTER FIVE (#ulink_75b6ff7e-3914-5c37-8f7e-b07f93e1d9a3)
CHAPTER SIX (#ulink_fcaab0bc-1cc8-5c31-8530-41ae987282c1)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#ulink_b9da1a62-d750-5246-bf82-0334f0b273ea)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#ulink_9091383f-2796-5d2c-bef5-16188e8e4b1d)
CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
Greek for Beginners (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)
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EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)
My Sexy Greek Summer (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)
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
Epilogue
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A Greek Escape (#ulink_9a3cea4b-0baa-55a1-bbc0-4a8976933dbd)
Elizabeth Power
Sun, sea and a suitcase of memories
Jilted by her cheating boyfriend, her self-esteem in tatters, Kayla Young escapes to an isolated Greek Island. The last thing she wants is to share her precious paradise with a mysterious, arrogant Greek.
Hounded from the city by the press and an entourage of gold diggers, Leonidas Vassalio can’t believe he’s sharing his sanctuary with the one woman who doesn’t know who he is! And he’ll take full advantage of it.
Enjoying peeling back the layers of this complicated woman, Leonidas realizes she’s dismantling his armor. He must stop this before she discovers his lie, but can he…?
ELIZABETH POWER wanted to be a writer from a very early age, but it wasn’t until she was nearly thirty that she took to writing seriously. Writing is now her life. Travelling ranks very highly among her pleasures, and so many places she has visited have been recreated in her books. Living in England’s West Country, Elizabeth likes nothing better than taking walks with her husband along the coast or in the adjoining woods, and enjoying all the wonders that nature has to offer.
For Alan — and all those wonderful sandwiches that kept me going!
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‘THAT’S IT! THAT’S the one we want! Stop wasting time, you idiot, and take it!’ The camera clicked the second before the bird took off from its rock and flapped away over the crystalline water. ‘Didn’t think I’d let you get away, did you?’
From her vantage point on the rocky hillside overlooking the shingle beach Kayla Young swung round with a swish of long blonde hair, embarrassed that someone might have overheard her. There was nothing but a warm wind, however, passing over the craggy scrubland, and the relentless sun beating down from a vividly azure sky, and Kayla’s shoulders drooped in relief.
She wasn’t sure when she had first started talking to herself. Perhaps coming away all by herself to this lovely island wasn’t doing much for her sanity, she thought, grimacing. Or perhaps it was a defence mechanism against the knowledge that today, back in England, the man she had thought she’d be spending her life with was an hour away from marrying someone else.
The wounds of betrayal were no longer so raw but the scars remained, and in defiance of them Kayla brought the SLR’s viewfinder to eye level again. Only her clamped jaw revealed the tension in her as, silently now, she appraised the beauty around her.
Misty blue mountains. Translucently clear water. Surprisingly hunky Greek...
She’d been following a line inland, coming across the deserted beach, but now Kayla brought her viewfinder back to the shoreline in a swift doubletake.
Bringing her camera down, she could see him clearly without the aid of the zoom lens, and she found herself homing in on him with her naked eyes.
Black wavy hair—which would have been way past his collar had he been wearing one—fell wildly against the hard bronze of his neck. In a black T-shirt and pale blue jeans he was pulling fishing tackle from the wooden boat he had recently beached, and from the contoured muscles of his arms, and the way the dark cotton strained across his wide muscular chest, Kayla instantly marked him as a man who worked with his hands. A battered old truck was parked close to her rock, on the road just above the beach, and as the man started walking towards it—towards her—Kayla couldn’t take her eyes off him.
For some reason she couldn’t quite fathom she lifted her camera to zoom in on him again, and felt an absurd and reckless excitement in her secret survey. A few days’ growth of stubble gave a striking cast to an already strong jaw, mirroring the strength in his rugged features. They were the features of a man toughened by life—a man who looked as fit as he was hard. A man not much more than thirty, who would probably demand his own way and get it—because there was determination in that face, Kayla recognised, as well as pride and arrogance in the way he carried himself, in the straight, purposeful stride of those long legs.
A man one definitely wouldn’t want to mess with, she decided, with a curious little tingle down her spine.
She could see it all in every solid inch of him—in the curve of his tanned forehead and those thick winged brows that were drawing together now in a scowl because...
Dear heaven! he was looking up! He had seen her! Seen her pointing the camera straight at him!
As her agitated finger accidentally clicked the shutter closed she realised the camera had caught him—and, as he shouted something out, she realised that he was aware of it too.
She stood stock-still for a second as he quickened his stride; saw him moving determinedly in her direction.
Oh, my goodness! Suddenly she was pivoting away with the stark realisation that he was giving chase.
Why she was running, Kayla didn’t know. Surely, she thought, it would have been better to stand her ground and brazen it out? Except that she hadn’t felt like brazening anything out with a man who looked so angry. And anyway, what could she have said? You caught my eye as I was sizing up the view and I couldn’t stop looking at you.
That would really have been asking for trouble, she assured herself, with her blood pounding in her ears and her legs feeling heavy. She darted an anxious glance back over her shoulder and saw the man was gaining on her now, along the stony uphill path that led to the safety of the villa.
And why had she been looking at him anyway? she reprimanded herself. She had had enough of men to last her a lifetime! It could only have been because he had an interesting face; that was all. Apart from that she wouldn’t have looked twice at him if he had rowed across that water accompanied by a fanfare. She had learned the hard way that men were just lying, cheating opportunists—
‘Oooh!’
Tripping over a stone, she struggled to keep herself upright, hearing her pursuer’s footsteps bearing down on her.
Too late, though. She came a cropper on the hard and dusty path and lay there for a few moments, winded and despairing, but surprisingly unharmed.
She heard the pound of his footsteps and suddenly he was there, standing above her. He was breathing hard, and his tone was rough as he tossed some words at her in his own language.
Utterly awestruck by the speed at which he must have run to have caught up with her, Kayla raised herself up on her elbows, her hair falling like pale rivers of silk over her shoulders.
Having little more than a few words of Greek to get by with, she quavered, ‘I don’t understand you.’ Like him, she was breathless, and shaken by his anger as much as her fall.
He said something else that she couldn’t comprehend, while a firm hand on her shoulder—bare save for the white strap of her sun top—pulled her round to face him.
Up close, his features were even more arresting than she’d first imagined. His cheekbones were high and well-defined under dark olive skin. Thick ebony lashes framed eyes that were as black as jet, and his brooding mouth was wide and firm.
