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IN THE GREEK TYCOON’S BED
They’re dangerously handsome and impossibly wealthy….
They’re used to having it all….
The secluded beaches of their private islands make the perfect setting for red-hot seduction….
These Greek billionaires will stop at nothing to bed their chosen mistresses—women who find themselves powerless to resist being pleasured….
IN THE GREEK TYCOON’S BED
At the mercy of a ruthless
Mediterranean billionaire…
ANNIE WEST spent her formative years on the east coast of Australia. Her family encouraged a love of books, the bush and travel, and she often managed to combine all three. In her teens she spent long afternoons playing tennis with her best friend. Between games, they’d stagger to her friend’s house to recover, and in that house was an unending store of books, all with that distinctive Harlequin logo on the cover. That’s how Annie discovered romance, and she’s been addicted ever since.
Fortunately she found her own real-life romantic hero while studying at university, and married him. At her first job she wrote and amended and redrafted and revised: government plans, letters for cabinet ministers and reports for parliament. All good grounding for a would-be author, especially since, in Annie’s case at least, the first draft is rarely the final.
Then Annie decided to write romance. Her chance came when she took leave to spend time with her children. At the same time she discovered Romance Writers of Australia. Since then she’s been active in RWAus writers’ groups and competitions, attends annual conferences and loves the support she gets from so many other writers. She had short stories and a romance book published in Australia, but it wasn’t until late 2005 that she found the success she sought with Harlequin.
Annie lives with her hero (still the same one after all this time) and her children at Lake Macquarie, north of Sydney. She is always thinking of travel (strictly for research purposes, of course), and in the meantime fantasizes about gorgeous men and their love lives. It’s hard work, but she has no regrets!
Annie loves to hear from readers. You can contact her at www.annie-west.com or write to her at P.O. Box 1041, Warners Bay, NSW 2282, Australia.
The Greek Tycoon’s Unexpected Wife
~ IN THE GREEK TYCOON’S BED ~
Annie West
To Tessa.
For taking a chance on me,
for your support, advice and encouragement,
and
for your generosity in sharing your name
for this story!
Thank you.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER ONE
STAVROS DENAKIS surveyed the crowd spilling out from his villa and permitted himself a single satisfied smile.
The engagement party was perfect. As planned.
It was a superb evening for a celebration. The black velvet of the Aegean sky shone with a lustrous net of stars and a light breeze tempered the heat.
The murmurs and laughter of delighted guests rose above a discreet background of live music. The crates of iced vintage champagne emptied almost as quickly as they were supplied.
Unerringly Stavros located his father’s wheelchair on the flagged terrace nearest the house. The old man wore a rare smile as he chatted with one of his cronies. Even from this distance his renewed vigour was obvious.
Yes. Stavros had made the right decision with tonight’s announcement.
Dispassionately he watched Angela walk down the wide stairs to the second terrace, drawing attention even among the crowd of wealthy, beautiful people. She was poised and elegant, wearing with apparent nonchalance the collar of diamonds he’d given her. There was just enough sway in those sleekly rounded hips to hold a sensual promise. For the right man.
The perfect fiancée.
She joined a cluster of guests who were neither relatives nor close friends. They were business associates.
Angela understood the value of these new associates to his latest expansion. Not indispensable to him: no one was that. But useful, worth time and effort. Already she was charming the group with her beauty and attentive interest.
She had just the right blend of wit and good looks. Of intelligence and sensuality. Of spirit and acquiescence to his wishes.
She would make the perfect wife for the CEO of Denakis International.
‘Kyrie Denakis.’
He swung round to see his head of security approaching.
Stavros registered mild annoyance. There must have been yet another attempted press intrusion. A major one this time, for Petros to bother him with it now.
For weeks his staff had repelled attempts by the paparazzi to find a way into tonight’s celebration. It had even been necessary to enforce a blanket no-fly zone over the island to ensure privacy.
‘Is there a problem?’
A ripple of expression crossed Petros’ features, a fleeting look of unease. That in itself was unique. Immediately Stavros stiffened, alert to the fact that something was most definitely wrong.
‘We have a…situation, kyrie.’
He nodded. That much was obvious.
‘A young woman has arrived.’
What had she done? Broken her neck attempting to
