The Greek's Secret Passion
Chapter One
A man's voice flowed over the air like warm, sweet honey and something about its lazy caress had Molly putting her pen
down and staring blankly at the open window.
"Nato, Zoe," said the voice again. "Maressi!"
A Greek voice. Unmistakably. Soft and sexy and deep.
Little sizzles of awareness pricked at her skin until Molly deliberately sent them packing. Having a Greek lover a
lifetime ago didn't mean you had to have an attack of the vapours every time you heard one of his compatriots speak,
surely? The pang she felt was instinctive but only momentary, and she picked up her pen again.
Then she heard the voice again, only this time it was laughing and this time she froze.
For a laugh was something unique, wasn't it? Voices changed and some voices mimicked others you had heard - but a
laugh. Oh, no. A laugh was different and this one took her right back to a place which was out of bounds.
She walked over to the window with a heart which was beating far too fast for the sight of something which would surely
mock her and tell her that she was being a s ... read full excerpt from: The Greek's Secret Passion ebook
