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Xenakis's Convenient Bride
Dani Collins
The challenge: two weeks without your billionaire fortune!Greek magnate Stavros Xenakis must go undercover to win a bet – and escape his grandfather’s demands that he take a bride. Until encountering deliciously tempting housekeeper Calli proves that a convenient wife is exactly what he needs!Calli’s baby being taken away robbed her of the ability to trust anyone. But Stavros’s offer to marry her gives her the chance to finally find her son. But Calli doesn’t expect for their honeymoon to be so sinfully sensual – and for life as the temporary Mrs Xenakis to be so exquisitely satisfying…
The challenge: two weeks without your billionaire fortune!
Greek magnate Stavros Xenakis must go undercover to win a bet—and escape his grandfather’s demands that he take a bride. Until encountering deliciously tempting housekeeper Calli proves that a wife is exactly what he needs!
Calli’s baby being taken away robbed her of the ability to trust anyone. Now Stavros’s offer to marry her gives her the chance to finally find her son. But Calli doesn’t expect their honeymoon to be so sinfully sensual—and for life as the temporary Mrs. Xenakis to be so exquisitely satisfying...
“Calli will be coming to New York with me. As my wife.”
“What?” Calli didn’t realize she’d been holding a champagne flute until it hit the tiles and smashed. “Why on earth would you suggest we marry?”
“My grandfather has been pressuring me to find a wife. He’s holding off stepping down as director until I do. All the women I know would demand a real marriage. By that I mean years of my life. Children. Half of my assets if we divorce.”
“You don’t like children?” It suddenly became a pivotal sticking point in a conversation that was too outlandish to be happening, but she couldn’t help jumping to a vision of finding her son and watching Stavros reject him.
“I’m told I need an heir, but I’m in no hurry.” He swirled the clear liquid in the bottom of his glass. “In fact, I plan to leave that up to my sisters–but I’m impatient to take the reins of the company. I need a wife to present to my grandfather. One who will act the part but leave on cue. Why do you want to move to New York? Do you have a deep, dark secret you want to stay buried?” He narrowed his gaze. “Tell me now. I don’t want a scandal popping up to smudge the family name.”
‘I’ll wager that not one of you can go two weeks without your credit cards...’
The Secret Billionaires (#u27eaabda-8b0e-5702-b767-f25d66b167bb)
Challenged to go undercover—but tempted to blow it all!
Tycoons Antonio Di Marcello, Stavros Xenakis and Alejandro Salazar cannot imagine life without their decadent wealth, incredible power and untouchable status—but neither can they resist their competitive natures!
Dared to abandon all they know, these extraordinary men leave behind their billionaire lifestyles and take on ‘ordinary’ lives.
But, disguised as a mechanic, a pool boy and a groom, they’re about to meet the real challenge...
Conquering the women they’ll meet along the way!
Di Marcello’s Secret Son by Rachael Thomas
May 2017
Xenakis’s Convenient Bride by Dani Collins
June 2017
Salazar’s One-Night Heir by Jennifer Hayward
July 2017
Xenakis’s Convenient Bride
Dani Collins
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Canadian DANI COLLINS knew in high school that she wanted to write romance for a living. Twenty-five years later, after marrying her high school sweetheart, having two kids with him, working at several generic office jobs and submitting countless manuscripts, she got The Call. Her first Mills & Boon novel won the Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best First in Series from RT Book Reviews. She now works in her own office, writing romance.
Books by Dani Collins
Mills & Boon Modern Romance
The Secret Beneath the Veil
Bought by Her Italian Boss
Vows of Revenge
Seduced into the Greek’s World
The Russian’s Acquisition
An Heir to Bind Them
A Debt Paid in Passion
More than a Convenient Marriage?
No Longer Forbidden?
The Sauveterre Siblings
Pursued by the Desert Prince
His Mistress with Two Secrets
The Wrong Heirs
The Marriage He Must Keep
The Consequence He Must Claim
Seven Sexy Sins
The Sheikh’s Sinful Seduction
The 21st Century Gentleman’s Club
The Ultimate Seduction
One Night With Consequences
Proof of Their Sin
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at millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk) for more titles.
The premise of an undercover billionaire was exciting all by itself, but when I found out I would be working with Rachael Thomas and Jennifer Hayward I was doubly thrilled. They are not just talented authors but wonderful people, and a joy to work with, so I dedicate this book to them with much affection and appreciation for their input.
I would be remiss, however, if I didn’t include my husband. While we were brainstorming this story he helped me come up with the heroine’s back story–specifically how cruelly Calli’s father betrays her. As we bounced ideas back and forth, and the stakes went up, our voices grew louder and louder, causing our (grown) daughter to come into my office and ask with trepidation, “Are you guys fighting?” To be fair, I usually insist on complete silence while I work, so she had a right to be confused.
Contents
Cover (#u8fd9dbf0-c52a-500c-adc5-86d21c96cc3b)
Back Cover Text (#uf2aaff8f-d83d-5067-95db-7b0dd6dbd675)
Introduction (#u1cbbd7af-74fb-5a5b-a3f8-d0ea65688831)
The Secret Billionaires (#u2c9fc70e-1e5b-53e5-b96c-003443d04a09)
Title Page (#ucff72b1d-ec57-5aa7-aba9-50b6527db6c7)
About the Author (#ud474238d-5547-5b79-9983-b6fe51338b2e)
Dedication (#u2688f2ba-3a8b-5664-a62a-60ca9fcdc5a9)
PROLOGUE (#ubb3714ed-9410-51a6-838c-5342039e8bcc)
CHAPTER ONE (#u6cda7eaa-9e7f-5f89-a4d5-1736e91a8787)
CHAPTER TWO (#uc8607a78-6445-511b-9f67-74d97ed19165)
CHAPTER THREE (#u294ecab6-0fd2-5401-9491-7cfc844ba8c7)
CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)
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CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)
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PROLOGUE (#u27eaabda-8b0e-5702-b767-f25d66b167bb)
STAVROS XENAKIS THREW his twenty-thousand-euro chips into the pot, less satisfied than he usually was postchallenge, but it had nothing to do with his fellow players or his lackluster hand.
His longtime friend Sebastien Atkinson had arranged his usual après-adrenaline festivities. It had wound down to the four of them, as it often did. Many turned out for these extreme sports events, but only Antonio Di Marcello and Alejandro Salazar had the same deep pockets Stavros and Sebastien did. Or the stones to bet at this level simply to stretch out a mellow evening.
Stavros wasn’t the snob his grandfather was, but he didn’t consider many his equal. These men were it and he enjoyed their company for that reason. Tonight was no exception. They were still high on today’s exercise of cheating death, sipping 1946 Macallan while trading good-natured insults.
So why was he twitching with edginess?
He mentally reviewed today’s paraski that had had him carving a steep line down a ski slope to a cliff’s edge before rocketing into thin air, lifted by his chute for a thousand feet, guiding his path above a ridge, then hitting the lower slope for another run of hard turns before taking to the air again.
It had been as physically demanding as any challenge that had come before and was probably their most daredevil yet. Throughout most of it, he’d been completely in the moment—his version of meditating.
He had expected today to erase the frustration that had been dogging him, but it hadn’t. He might have set it aside for a few hours, but this niggling irritation was back to grate at him.
Sebastien eyed him across the table, no doubt trying to determine if he was bluffing.
“How’s your wife?” Stavros asked, more as a deflection, but also trying to divine how Sebastien could be happily married.
“Better company than you. Why are you so surly tonight?”
Was it obvious? He grimaced. “I haven’t won yet.” He was among friends so he admitted the rest. “And my grandfather is threatening to disinherit me if I don’t marry soon. I’d tell him to go to hell, but...”
“Your mother,” Alejandro said.
“Exactly.” They all knew his situation. He played ball with his grandfather for the sake of his mother and sisters. He couldn’t walk away from his own inheritance when it would cost them theirs.
But “settle down?” His grandfather had been trying to fit Stavros into a box from the time he was twelve. Lately it had become a push toward picket fences. Demands he produce an heir and a spare.
Stavros couldn’t buy into any of that so, yet again, he was in a power struggle with the old man. He usually got around being whipped down a particular path, but he hadn’t yet found his alternate route. It chewed and chewed at him, especially when his grandfather was holding control of the family’s pharmaceutical conglomerate hostage.
Stavros might be a hell-raiser, but his rogue personality had produced some of the biggest gains for Dýnami. He was more than ready to steer the ship. A wife and children were cargo he didn’t need, but his grandfather seemed to think it would prove he was “mature” and “responsible.”
Where his grandfather got the idea he wasn’t either of those things, Stavros couldn’t say. He upped his ante to a full hundred thousand, despite the fact his hand had not improved. He promptly lost it.
They played a little longer, then Sebastien asked, “Do you ever get the feeling we spend too much of our lives counting our money and chasing superficial thrills at the expense of something more meaningful?”
“You called it,” Antonio said to Alejandro, tossing over a handful of chips. “Four drinks and he’s philosophizing.”
Sebastien gave Stavros a look of disgust as he also pushed some chips toward Alejandro’s pile.
“I said three.” Stavros shrugged without apology. “My losing streak continues.”
“I’m serious.” Sebastien was the only self-made billionaire among them, raised by a single mother on the dole in a country where bloodlines and titles were still more valuable than a bank balance. His few extra years of age and experience gave him the right to act as mentor. He wasn’t afraid to offer his opinion and he was seldom wrong. They all listened when he spoke, but he did get flowery when he was in his cups. “At our level, it’s numbers on a page. Points on a scoreboard. What does it contribute to our lives? Money doesn’t buy happiness.”
“It buys some nice substitutes.” Antonio smirked.
