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Irresistible Greeks: Unsuitable and Unforgettable: At His Majesty's Request / The Fallen Greek Bride / Forgiven but not Forgotten?
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Irresistible Greeks: Unsuitable and Unforgettable: At His Majesty's Request / The Fallen Greek Bride / Forgiven but not Forgotten?
Jane Porter

Maisey Yates

ABBY GREEN

At His Majesty’s RequestShe might not be suitable for the throne…Matchmaker extraordinaire Jessica Carter arranges marriages that work. And that is exactly what Prince Drakos is looking for. The last thing he needs is someone as unsuitable as her…but none of the beautiful socialites paraded before him excite Stavros as Jessica does.But she can share his bed!Usually unchallenged, Stavros welcomes Jessica’s defiance – his fingers itch to lower her prickly façade and discover what lies beneath. Will Jessica agree to his final request? One month to exorcise their smouldering passion, before he marries someone fit to be his Queen…The Fallen Greek BrideHer reputation in tatters and holding onto the last shreds of her pride, Morgan seeks her estranged husband’s help, knowing that to convince merciless Drakon Xanthis, she will have to get down on her knees and beg…At first, Morgan had merely been the Greek’s trophy bride, but their explosive passion shocked them both – leaving Morgan with only one weapon left to negotiate with: her body.Forgiven but not Forgotten?Siena DePiero might have blue blood in her veins, but she’s never coveted her family’s champagne lifestyle – it’s only ever brought her misery. But when the family's bubble bursts, they are all left destitute and Siena’s only tradable asset is her virginity…Andreas Xenakis has waited years to get his revenge and he’ll willingly pay to have Siena in his bed and at his mercy. But after just one night together everything Andreas once believed about poor little rich girl Siena is shattered…

Irresistible Greeks: Unsuitable & Unforgettable

At His Majesty’s Request

Maisey Yates

The Fallen Greek Bride

Jane Porter

Forgiven but not Forgotten?

Abby Green

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

Table of Contents

Cover (#u146e3224-4d53-5ca6-8fb1-635c6acf3231)

Title Page (#u09375629-d37a-5009-bbcb-68e5e8ac8e13)

At His Majesty’s Request (#ulink_ba0b5817-7315-5255-9cf7-d3b62ff6a7df)

Excerpt (#u292a2ab9-5e8b-5533-8d69-6d5b5625a69b)

About the Author (#ulink_07117c67-1efe-5412-a975-2ec0c79671fa)

CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_2ce143d6-7076-5683-91ea-2fd0c5d7e879)

CHAPTER TWO (#ulink_f62daf6a-e880-53c6-8e70-7ed8d7a807ab)

CHAPTER THREE (#ulink_51c1ad01-7cc1-5d56-8584-5b74404938e0)

CHAPTER FOUR (#ulink_b8d3e7e9-cf44-5ba1-a2ba-4f4364ff1ef5)

CHAPTER FIVE (#ulink_b3ca7de1-8df2-5e75-a4a7-a0b7b1d672ef)

CHAPTER SIX (#ulink_11b1f139-deb9-5e65-9a0d-bad2777fcfad)

CHAPTER SEVEN (#ulink_b6c6f18d-65ad-5935-a084-0de1391f02a0)

CHAPTER EIGHT (#ulink_4f7d9409-1bab-5f70-bbf1-75f1d4b4d40b)

CHAPTER NINE (#ulink_8b657c56-bf2b-5ff6-977d-a6f055c10547)

CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

The Fallen Greek Bride (#litres_trial_promo)

Excerpt (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER ONE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWO (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER THREE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)

Forgiven but not Forgotten? (#litres_trial_promo)

Excerpt (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)

PROLOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)

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CHAPTER TWO (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER THREE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)

EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

At His Majesty’s Request (#ulink_3e3f31b3-5cd3-58fd-8aaf-237f68e50808)

Maisey Yates

“You presented me with unacceptable candidates.”

“You really are being ridiculous. They weren’t unacceptable. What’s the problem? You didn’t find them attractive?”

“They were attractive. But I was not attracted to any of them.”

“You say that like it’s my fault.”

“It is,” Stavros said, whirling around to face her. His dark gaze slid down to her breasts and her own followed.

Jessica looked back up at him. “Elaborate,” she said, teeth gritted.

“You expect that you can show up in that dress and I can focus on other women?”

“What’s wrong with my dress?” She gripped the full tulle skirt reflexively.

“Other than the fact that you’re showing off much more of your breasts than any man could be expected to ignore? It also shows your legs.”

What he was saying felt far too good. She wanted to turn it over in her mind, to savor it. To pretend that it was for her and that it mattered. To bask in being seen as pretty instead of broken.

About the Author (#ulink_d5a41031-25cf-5585-ab8e-ed2acf894579)

MAISEY YATES was an avid Mills & Boon

Modern

Romance reader before she began to write them. She still can’t quite believe she’s lucky enough to get to create her very own sexy alpha heroes and feisty heroines. Seeing her name on one of those lovely covers is a dream come true.

Maisey lives with her handsome, wonderful, diaper-changing husband and three small children across the street from her extremely supportive parents and the home she grew up in, in the wilds of Southern Oregon, USA. She enjoys the contrast of living in a place where you might wake up to find a bear on your back porch and then heading into the home office to write stories that take place in exotic urban locales.

CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_fc40a1ef-8bd0-5675-81fc-fd12eb9b0c45)

“THERE is a science to matching people.” Jessica Carter tucked a lock of blond hair behind her ear and lifted her computer, a flat, all-in-one device shaped like a clipboard, so that it obscured her figure. Pity, Stavros was enjoying the look of her. Even if she was starch and pearls, rather than spandex and diamonds.

She continued, her eyes never leaving the screen. “A matching of social status, values, education and life experience is very important to creating a successful, enduring marriage. I think most match services realize that.” She paused and took a breath, pink lips parting slightly, her green eyes locking with his just for a moment before dropping back down. “However, I have taken things a step further. Matching is not just a science. It’s an art. The art is in the attraction, and it’s not to be underestimated.”

Prince Stavros Drakos, second son of the Kyonosian royal family, and named heir to the throne, leaned back in his chair, his hands behind his head. “I am not so much concerned about the art, Ms. Carter. The essentials are general compatibility and suitability for my country. Childbearing hips would help.”

Her pale cheeks flushed crimson, her lush mouth tightening. “Isn’t that what all men want?”

“I’m not sure. And frankly, I don’t care. Most men don’t have to consider the entire populace of their country when they go about selecting a wife.”

But it didn’t matter what most men did. He wasn’t most men. Ever since he’d been forced to step into the place of his older brother, he had been different. It didn’t matter what normal was, it didn’t matter what he wanted. All that mattered was that he be the best king possible for Kyonos.

His methods might be unorthodox, and they might grieve his father, but what he did, he did for the good of his people. It just wasn’t in his nature to be too traditional.

She blew out a breath. “Of course.” She smiled, bright and pristine, like a toothpaste commercial. She was so clean and polished she hardly seemed like a real woman, more like a throwback from a 1950s television show. In Technicolor. “I … Not that I’m complaining of course, but why exactly have you hired me to find you a wife? I’ve read the newspaper articles written about you and you seem perfectly able to attract women on all your own.”

“When I want to find a suit for an event, I hire I stylist. When I need to organize a party, I hire an events coordinator. Why should this be any different?”

She tilted her head to the side. Her hair was in a low, neat bun, her dress high-collared, buttoned up and belted at the waist. A place for everything and everything in its place. She all but begged to be disheveled.

Any other time, he might have done so.

“I see you have a … practical outlook on things,” she said.

“I have a country to run, I don’t have time to deal with peripherals.”

“I’ve compiled a list of candidates, to be refined, of course …”

He took the monitor from her hand and hit the home button, tapping a few icons and not managing to find a list. “What is this?”